Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1277 1277: A Small Matter

The immense aura seemed unbearable by his own body, as if it would explode in the next moment and cause his death. But somehow, at this moment, Ye Fengsheng felt the Spiritual Energy within him and found it amusingly insignificant, like a whale absorbing water—it was a trivial matter!

Just like a river flowing into the sea, making your river surge with power. Compared to the vast ocean, it was just a drop in the bucket!

I don't know what this meditation decision is about. No matter what, for Ye Fengsheng, the surging meteorological aura was enough to become his capital for shaking the Heavens and Immortals. So, after a brief silence, he turned over and broke the cauldron that was covering his life. He was angry.

This time, I truly paid a huge price! If anyone heard that he studied meditation, you would be passively shaken to the core. All of this was because of this damned bastard's actions. Because of this, Ye Fengsheng cursed with these words.

For the first time, he stomped on the ground, stepping on the mountain below, shaking it vigorously, and then stood up rushing towards the old bastard.

If you are not clear, you don't have to think. Ye Fengsheng was not interested in the changes of those three techniques. He only knew that bastard must die.

Ye Fengsheng's fists were like a dragon. His Spirit was wild but without the fierce roaring of the past. Instead, there was a gentleness that merged with heaven and earth.

Ye Fengsheng's fist landed on the face of the blind old man. Even Qingcheng, famous for a hundred years, after showing a surprised expression, took it seriously, reached out a palm, and stopped midway, but before touching Ye Fengsheng's fist, it was bitten by Ye Fengsheng's fist, and Ye Fengsheng's fist exploded. The sleeve robe had four-fifths of a crack, retreating like a kite with a broken string for half a mile before stopping.

He couldn't bear to injure himself to protect his identity. He wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with his wrinkled hand. He seriously asked the distant Ye Fengsheng, "Is this also the power of your ancients?"

He couldn't recognize what Ye Fengsheng was using now. Earlier, he took the opportunity to seal off Ye Fengsheng's flood-like energy within. When the dark air entered his body, he was ready to slowly release it to refine the puppet and train his skeletal body. But even a ferocious beast in a flood couldn't possess such immense power, which did not belong to a murderous beast's fury.

It's a bit strange.

Ye Fengsheng listened to Qingcheng's words, secretly relieved that the old man never discovered he had practiced meditation. Thus, only one person in the world knew of this matter. As long as he kept silent, he or you would be safe.

Of course, this did not mean that the old thing could survive today.

Ye Fengsheng slowly raised his hand, flipped his palm, and swung Spiritual Energy. He said softly, "Do you know?"

As the voice fell, a transparent palm slowly condensed in the sky. The bones on it were exposed, and the blood vessels visibly clear, even the fingerprints on the fingertips vaguely visible.

It seemed like this was not a way of condensing Spiritual Energy, but a lifelike palm carved by God's chisel!

This is

Feeling the dense and self-satisfied Spiritual Energy above, green triple leaves densely overlapped on the forehead: "An Empty Palm? How can an Empty Palm be like this?"

Yes, a void manager should be full of murderous intent and fierceness. How could it have such an extremely gentle, yet powerful, and restrained strange atmosphere?

Without waiting for him to continue thinking, Ye Fengsheng sneered at the corner of his mouth and said, "Go to hell and ask the second elder what Qilin...

The moment Ling Lian disappeared, Ye Feng's voice already burst out from the sky. He crept in like a ghost. In the clear blue sky, leaving a few fleeting shadows, he was like a meteor beyond the sky. The skeletal Fist Soul restrained itself, and the punch wind tangled. After a while, he appeared in front of the blind old man, a heavy fist falling toward his mouth.

How could the Blind Taoist be afraid? He never expected Ye Fengsheng to gather such immense power from nothing. He suffered a great loss. Now realizing what happened, though trapped in chaos, his killing became increasingly fierce. Ye Fengsheng's voice was threatening. He gave color, slightly bowed, leaned forward, putting Ye Fengsheng's fist on his chest. Simultaneously, he used great strength, and his elbow smashed into Ye Fengsheng's throat—extremely fierce.

Ye Fengsheng sneered at himself. He thought he dared not change and live with him. He made no protection. His body aura completely released, like a mountain torrent eruption, suppressing his own strength, like waves overlaying. Finally, it condensed into a person's strength, falling on the blind old man's chest.

"Bang!"

Even though he became famous hundreds of years ago, it terrified cultivators worldwide. He was hanged by three ancient ethnic groups decades ago. He also pretended to be dead to escape the Netherworld. Under Ye Fengsheng's fist, his body exploded with a very dull loud noise. With the strength to launch an offensive to take Ye Fengsheng's life, he also shed most of the force.

However, Ye Fengsheng still took a beating with his fist but was much stronger than the previously irresistible force, only falling behind hundreds of times in mid-air

about half a meter, they regained control of their body, spitting out the blood stasis that had formed in the heart, then their eyes were full of essence.

On the other hand, this blind Old Lu was choked by a breath. In torn clothes during hunting, some fragments shattered. Ye Fengsheng's initial fist was weak. This was no different from ordinary Spiritual Energy training. He thought it was a little flower fist embroidered with thunderstorm legs, but he didn't want to move after the wave passed. It created a devastating attack within his body. If he didn't experience it, didn't feel it, he would retreat his attack in time for defense. Just now, that was the fist. I'm afraid it would seriously bring him down!

To deal with Ye Fengsheng, a young man who didn't know how many generations he left, this blind old man never expected to be harmed.

Qingzhi was an old cat and old mouse. He loved joking more than killing. He wanted to make Ye Fengsheng a chess piece that could disturb the ancients. What he wanted was a causal relationship that could stir up waves in the three-family house. However, Ye Fengsheng had a subtle mind and wouldn't agree. Since it was so, he simply abandoned the original idea, wanting to make this person a puppet, to explore the changes that had happened to the Ye Family over these years.

He didn't dare join this ancient clan himself. He barely escaped the siege of the three major clans. After years of slumber, he could never return. More importantly, he repaired Qingxin's formula and Ye Family, who had great insight.

Ye Fengsheng initially prepared to fight for his life, especially after learning Zen recklessly. If he first wanted to escape, it wasn't ready yet. He felt that the turbulent power in his body at this moment was enough to support him in killing the old bastard in front of him, especially after his previous empty palm and heavy fist feedback confirming this, he had no intention of fleeing. Even if he knew he now had the strength to flee, always entangled with this old thing, the inevitable future would happen.

Better to kill!

Ye Fengsheng's figure stopped, he was already in the air. He was like a swimming dragon. In an instant, he thought of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, and he struck the blind old Taoist flying. There was a faint glow around his fist. When he fell into the air, there was a sharp thunderous blast.

At the critical moment of life and death, he wouldn't consider whether he lived or died. When he died, he survived by luck. Now, the Spirit within his body flowed like a torrent. It was Ye Fengsheng's soaring murderous intent. When he was exhausted, he thought about killing Lu Chen. Ye Fengsheng initially used Heavenly Thunder, the Heavenly Thunder most restrained Ming King Achao's cultivation.