Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1017 1017: Unreliable

But just two days later, when Lin Dongqing died and was about to open the door again today, Ye Fengsheng suddenly appeared. When the heroes gathered and attracted great attention, he descended from the sky to propose to Dong Sanyuan.

"Lin Dongqing, come with me."

A woman's voice came from behind her ear. Lin Dongqing looked up and saw the faces of Qiu Yun and Chu Ya. She was a bit surprised and didn't ask any questions. She followed them into the crowd.

For the first time hearing the cold voice, Dong Sanyuan's back was drenched in sweat. He forcefully turned his head, and when he saw him fall from a height, his foot did not waver the sound of half a Phoenix Leaf, and his pupils should have started rapidly contracting.

"Did you miss me?"

Ye Fengsheng led the way and opened his mouth, tracing a breathtaking arc at the corner of his lips. His snow-white teeth were the reason he was backlit by the sun, revealing a child with a penetrating shadow.

"Did anyone say they missed my flesh and blood?"

A face twisted and deformed. At this moment, Dong Sanyuan seemed to see a ghost. His pupils, eyebrows, and entire face were filled with unreliable fear.

"You, you, how can you, how can you…"

His mind was a mess, and Dong Sanyuan couldn't imagine how Ye Fengsheng could still pass like that!

A person without spirit, no different from an ordinary person, was pierced through the chest with cruel reason from the ravaging spirit, fallen from Ten Thousand Feet Cliff, and now can still survive!

In other words, once a sword pierces an ordinary person's chest, what are the chances of survival?

What are the chances of an ordinary person falling off a cliff?

When the two are combined, what are the survival odds for a madman like this?

It is precisely these three things overlapping that the method used is so free and easy that people leave. If you know others are yourself, in this case, it is absolutely impossible to survive. Although Ye Fengsheng practiced the Clear Heart Method, under the cliff, he formulated a strategy of Clear Needle Skill. Without inspiration, he went to save Qiu Yun, in normal weather's ravage. Besides, Ye Fengsheng couldn't survive either.

The cliff and everything can exempt Qiu Yun's external factors. It's really terrifying. This cruel child!

Even at this time, when Dong Sanyuan thought about Fang Chen's design and calculation, in the blink of an eye, he would give up fleeting thoughts. He knew that when Fang Chen was more worried than anyone else about Ye Fengsheng's survival, behind Fang Chen's conviction that Ye Fengsheng would die, Dong Sanyuan began to firmly believe Ye Fengsheng. He had died.

Even if the people under his command said they couldn't find Ye Fengsheng's corpse, he would think the person was still alive. He would only think that this irrational madman didn't know where to go crazy. When he was exhausted, he could naturally harvest other corpses.

Dong Sanyuan did not personally go down the mountain to search. He was worried that Ye Fengsheng's voice would suddenly emerge from somewhere and kill him.

He saw the appearance of Ye Feng's attacked voice. Even in dust, he had to temporarily avoid the sharp edges. If he committed suicide before death due to the madman's madness, that would be the real mistake!

However, he thought this person, who was deemed fated to be killed by the dust, would now appear in front of him in a harmless way, opening his mouth to demand his head!

Preposterous!

If this were a nightmare, Dong Sanyuan wanted to abandon all past glory and hurriedly escape this dream!

"I seem to surprise you a bit?"

Dong Sanyuan's face changed color, and Ye Feng's voice coldly stepped forward, "Weren't you thinking about my flesh? Didn't you want to live forever? I'm here now, why don't you dare to start?"

The words were filled with fear, and with reflexively three steps back, Dong Sanyuan's throat rolled, "No, incorrect, how are you still alive?"

"What are you doing?"

Ye Fengsheng took another step, answering the question, "Just tell me what benefits you promised Fang Chen, and he agreed to help you design against us."

"Benefits?"

Dong Sanyuan muttered under his breath, taking another two steps back, talking to himself, "Not good, not good, you can't be alive, you have no reason to be alive!"

"Enough," Ye Fengsheng said coldly, "Who told you that eating my flesh raw allows eternal life?"

"Longevity?"

Dong Sanyuan retreated several steps in succession, finally regaining his composure. Another eye gleamed with a faint light. Then he suddenly turned around, snatching the sword from Sha Li beside him. He swung across his chest, shouting to Ye Feng, "Longevity is just long life. Eating your flesh raw allows eternal life. Why must I tell you!"

You could clearly feel, when you saw these words in the audience, your eyes gathering on your body. Ye Feng's voice was the slightly raised eyebrow, your heart moving. A huge storm of spirit would blow from his body. The platform beneath your feet would turn to ruins in the storm. Many people just felt the wind like a knife, bare skin outside. The skin seemed to be cut by a thousand sharp edges at the same time, and the pain was unparalleled.

"I give you a chance."

Amidst the wind, Ye Feng's voice remained indifferent, "Tell us everything, and we can make your death a bit happier. If not, cut into a thousand pieces."

"If I can't kill you, I'll die here too!"

Dong Sanyuan shouted in the air, raising the treasured sword straightforwardly towards Ye Fengsheng's voice. The large sword draws a silvery streak in mid-air, falling upon Ye Fengsheng's head.

But no matter how hard Dong Sanyuan tried, this sharp sword remained at the finest position above Ye Fengsheng's head. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't advance by even half a point.

"I want you dead!"

With a reddened face, Dong Sanyuan suddenly raised his hand, slamming his arm back forcefully, ready to leave. At that moment, the huge blade of the sword vibrated slightly.

"This is your patience."

Ye Feng's face showed no expression, raising his hand, extending it towards the knife under his gaze. Just like crushing a piece of paper. The large sword of the same height began to fragment like a shattered eggshell, broken to pieces by the roaring sound.

But unlike eggshell pieces, these are not mere fragments; these are iron scraps.

"You made an unwise choice."

Compared to Dong Sanyuan and Shi Mu, Ye Fengsheng could clearly discern the cold sweat on their foreheads, knowing how panicked this person called "First Teacher" was at that moment.

Faced with starkness and a thousand cuts, you chose a self-tormenting method to trouble me with.

Since this is your choice, is there anything more I can do for you?

Ye Fengsheng said with a hint of coldness and straightforwardness, and at that, Dong Sanyuan took two steps back, simultaneously swinging the handle of the knife violently towards Ye Fengsheng, pushing his legs from the ground, using this force, clenching his fist, directly charging towards Ye Fengsheng, anxious.

The entire strength of his body exploded instantly. At this moment, Dong Sanyuan was enveloped by a visibly strong aura. As he rushed forward, that strong spirit seemed like a galloping Cheetah. He extended his hand to strike Ye Fengsheng, slapping the knife handle.

The ground in that fierce assault, inch by inch, cracked open. At this moment, without mentioning those with martial prowess nearby, even the three experts not far away, their eyes all showed serious expressions.

He knew the way. Dong Sanyuan had already begun voluntary command.

Martial Arts emphasizes strength, the health of the body, not just for fear of youth, but for all practicing Martial Arts, when old, demonstrates a sharp decline in power. In this case, they can only rely on their experience, finding a breakthrough in this place, which will be very similar to Dong Sanyuan's, as the strong aura has leaked many times.