Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1018 1018: Creating Opportunities

Internal Martial Arts relies on one's own breath control. For the elderly, it is necessary to carefully maintain this breathing within the body. Once exhausted, physical strength diminishes with declining physical quality, making it difficult to accumulate back to the previous peak state.

At this moment, Dong Sanyuan was evidently forced by this young man from paradise into a position he had to be willing to accept.

Earlier, this vast cold climate, therefore changed by God's means, should have aroused curiosity in these elders about Ye Fengsheng's voice, a young man coming from the sky.

Fist like the wind, Dong Sanyuan took the first step, using Chong Fist with powerful momentum, rushing to Ye Fengsheng at the bearest instant, taking advantage of Ye Fengsheng's knife handle hitting the air block on Ye Fengsheng, viciously slamming the curls onto the opponent's neck.

Yu glanced at him. Ye Fengsheng's body slightly tilted. He raised his hand, wrapping his palm with spirit. Then he prepared to kill him.

Unexpectedly, Dong Sanyuan did not attack but instead, when he sidestepped to avoid Ye Fengsheng, he concentrated all his power on his palm. His lifelong energy surged, colliding with Ye Fengsheng's voice and palm, granted a responsible descendant to use this explosive force to escape down the mountain.

He will not attack! He wants to run away!

And still using his own life as bait, seizing this fleeting opportunity to escape!

The experience accumulated over the years is Dong Sanyuan's confidence in his own strength. He believes that in his utmost effort, the most direct answer is a fairy. When he is strong, he should avoid the sharp edge. He can accelerate escape time using the energy generated by his hand and react to the opponent. Before this, leave this dangerous place!

Who can live to this age, become the first teacher of Daoshan's sea of blood, is definitely not a foolish son. Even if he is devoured by fear, he will find a way in the shortest time. When he has no chance to count, he will create chances when there are none. Then he will seize the fleeting time and let go for survival.

So he knows he cannot be a match for Ye Fengsheng, the fairy from ancient clans.

Even if this fairy is only in his early twenties!

The master of Wudao, Dong Sanyuan, who was regarded as a model by countless people, later fought with a young man and was taken down by this unrecognized child. This scene should have left those present almost speechless!

And at the next moment, many people in the field felt so abrupt, so excited, that when Dong Sanyuan's silhouette disappeared from everyone's eyes, a huge transparent palm suddenly appeared on the horizon, like a divine power, roaring like thunder, striking Dong Sanyuan, hastily escaping!

Wow!

Under that immense force, Dong Sanyuan had absolutely no resistance and, without any surprise, turned into a disastrous defeat. He crashed back to the competition platform. His clothes, skin, and good rubbed on the ground, smoking out. Meanwhile, traces of black and red foam blood spread on the ground. When he stopped at the leaves, the black and red foam expanded on the ground, when Feng Sheng's foot was right in front of him.

The whole scene was quiet, and after a long time, people turned their heads to look at each other, discovering the fear in their hearts right before others' eyes.

Like Martial Artists, even if they did not directly clash with the assassins industry from the 14 countries, they more or less heard this golden sign from ancient times in the mouths of teachers, friends, and relatives. After watching the first teacher Dong Sanyuan hurting himself with noodles made of flesh, they could hear their voice again, that there are assassins in 14 states, saying they are not panicked, they are mistaken.

Looking around, we can't find anyone self-reliant, admitting the original fear has turned into terror.

"I say it again, this is common."

When people were worried, Ye Fengsheng opened his mouth again, and then this sentence was mixed up: "I am not interested in playing hide-and-seek with you. Now, at least 11 types of killers like to keep 11 people shut. I let you come and go. Otherwise, you are not going back today."

Ye Fengsheng spoke full of words, but he believes he could feel the resonance of Monk and Heaven and Earth Spirit. Spending two days to learn habits, the only decision is whether he can lock them directly, or knows how to perceive those with bad intentions towards him in the Tao. Just when he came in for the first time, he already noticed who would kill like this. Then, how could the road to Phoenix City label people from the 14 states?

After waiting for three good ones, now no one admits, so the road to Phoenix City waved and dropped some watercolor ripples, turned around and looked at the three Martial Arts masters behind him, saying: "The three of you are famous dignified elders in Martial Arts, friends' tea seems to be noodles quality, I don't know who wants to make him a student here."

Bang, bang, bang!

Not letting the three of them open their mouths, the crowd behind them already exploded in countless blood mist, the sky like ripples of drizzle, people's bodies around like a large beautiful whole, without many shattered internal organs and bones, blood dripping on people on the ground are part of the reaction. I mean, there is no need for confusion!

Especially when the intestine hits a woman's face, it reflects randomly in various clusters, then she fainted on the spot!

"You did it!"

Economist Cao Kaiyang immediately opened his mouth, roaring loudly: "How could you and Dong Sanyuan get involved with my disciples?"

He personally saw two local disciples from his school, being blown away on the spot due to a blood mist that did not bother him.

"Why ruin the life of my disciples from Mount Huashan and you?"

Although Mount Huashan's Yuan Ning did not wash the crown like Cao Kaiyang, he also asked a question in his speech, with his two disciples dead on the mountain just now.

Ye Feng's voice did not change color: "Or, of course, someone was murdered. Because no one wanted to stand by our side, I will not stay with anyone who likes to kill me."

You!

The two masters looked at each other, taking photos in inappropriate language. Fortunately, the leader of Dong Sanyuan's group had enough warnings to reflect the decaying flesh under the sun, so they forcibly stopped their thoughts, not daring to act.

"Ye Fengsheng, how can I hate you for ruining it, dare to kill my palm!"

You said the assassins from 14 countries would harm you. How am I not doing the elders and leaders of the country now?"

Behind them, they drank loudly, squinting eyes, breathing into the bathroom. But all they could see was how strong and respectable the parents were temporarily leaving. All they could do was scatter broken clothes, bones, and meat shards, letting others' souls tremble.

At a glance, you will not leave eight cups of tea! Even their palms rushed into the mist now, and they died in the mist!

Ye Fengsheng's voice now became indifferent: "If they want to kill me, I will, of course, kill them. If you ask me why I want to kill them, why do they want to kill me?"

The command and indifference to these people's reactions were everywhere, but he continued to speak in front of the three masters: "No one told the second most common thing how interesting it was, please follow me if you don't want to refuse, language does not speak the meaning?"

Yuan Ning coldly watched Ye Feng's voice, dying on its back, even Cao Kaiyang hummed a song, ignoring it.

So Ye Fengsheng's face had a particularly obvious discoloration.