Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 937 937: A Pot of Wine

So, you've been to all the places here?

The only one who seemed indifferent was Ye Fengsheng. He calmly held a teacup in his hand, took a sip slowly, and then asked, "Did you see a red potion?"

"Dan Yao?"

Outside the door, Old Lu frowned, contemplating deeply, as if someone had responded, "I'm here for those little statues and fish. At this moment, what right do you have to ask me?"

"Really?"

Ye Feng glanced at him, saying calmly, "If you don't understand what I mean, you can keep your mouth shut and think it through before you answer. If you say something, you can't take it back."

"Yellow-mouthed child!"

Old Tao sneered, raising the Compass, stirring the dust in his hand: "I don't care about you dying people. The secrets of the Dao are mine alone. You will all perish!"

In the past few years, he had gone from being a notorious thief to a revered figure. How dare anyone speak to him like this? Today, people scold him. Where do you plan to spend more time?

But anyone who knows his secrets must vanish from this world!

Ziyun Immortal and Master Qi above were already anxious. They were from the West River Pass and naturally knew how formidable the patriarch's Combat Technique was. If they were vacant and entrusted to a snake, the chances of survival were still slim. Now, they directly provoked this person, like seeking their own death.

"Mr. Ye, don't get angry. Once the protector battle begins, no one can come out alive. The only way to escape is for you and me to join forces and break this battle together. If we delay any longer, once the Yin Yang forms, I'm surely doomed!"

Purple Cloud Fairy was very anxious, seeing the two Yin Yang Fish entangled with each other, soon to merge, regardless of each other. He directly detonated the entire body's Spiritual Energy, like a fireball and rich Spiritual Energy.

On the other side, Master Qi was unwilling to show weakness, releasing his Spiritual Energy. If one only felt it, they might even mistake it for two floors.

Ye Fengsheng remained very calm, looked at Old Lu, and walked slowly and orderly: "What do you think?"

Old Tao kept a close watch on Purple Cloud Fairy and Master Qi above him. The Compass in his hand spun rapidly, reaching a speed indistinguishable to the naked eye in the blink of an eye.

He was terrified too. If he merely regarded the compass as a treasure for which everyone wanted to compete, he would have panicked when Purple Cloud Fairy and Master Qi just blew their spirits away.

That was not human!

This breath did not belong to a human body, even when trapped in battle, it was terrifying!

Must kill! These people must be killed!

Ensure they die here!

At this moment, the old method, under the pressure of fear and terror, held the compass and ran at high speed.

Subsequently, the high-speed rotating Eight Diagram in the hall completely merged into a chaotic color.

"What did you say to him?"

After Purple Cloud Fairy landed, Master Qi also descended from the air. He looked at Ye Feng with disdain, saying: "If he knew the origin of this Dragon Ball, he would surely kneel down and beg for mercy."

In his view, the current situation was caused by Ye Fengsheng's arrogance. If he could have fought with himself and others at dawn, there was still a chance of survival. Now that the battle had ended, and they were in a desperate situation, where could they go?

What's the use of pretending to be calm? It's just hiding your ears and stealing the bell! Isn't it difficult to kill that fox-like outsider without pretending to be indifferent?

Unfortunately, if he couldn't fulfill his lifelong wish, ending halfway here, he couldn't help but feel some regret.

"Sigh..."

He sighed deeply, looking at the sky outside through the doors and windows, his words full of loneliness: "I was born in Sri Lanka, it is unimaginable that after a lifetime of training, I finally returned to this place, sad, regretful, but not regrettable!"

Saying so, he suddenly turned around glaring at the Taoist outside, shouting angrily: "Buried by a treacherous man like you, I would rather die unblinkingly!"

"Really?"

No matter how lowly the young master of Qi Country felt, Ye Feng unhurriedly asked Purple Cloud Fairy: "Where did this Dragon Ball come from?"

"Sigh!"

Ziyun Xian sighed and said: "This Dragon Ball was the result of my ancestor slaying a dragon that had cultivated for a hundred years. Afterward, he established West River Pass and founded a great sect, sealing it within the Combat Technique, using the power of Yin Yang to drive it. Unfortunately, due to my negligence, today, it is ultimately destroyed!"

"No! It's not destroyed by me, but rather in the hearts of these sinister people!

Of course, he was unwilling to accept it. He had not interacted with people for a long time. Growing up out of sight, where did he know the world was evil? All the thieves were so upright and vibrant. Even when a dove occupied a magpie's nest, it only took over its home. This person wants to destroy all his original masters!

Even if he hadn't thought about discussing it with himself, from the moment he deceived him into this world, he intended to kill himself.

Isn't it sad!?

"Turns out, it was just an endocrine."

Ye Feng smiled and shook his head, looking through the two segments of the flying Yin Yang Fish to see Dao. His words carried no emotion: "Since you say nothing, I'll send you on your way." When you reach the grave, don't say I killed you because everything today was your way to die."

"Humph!"

He was full of confidence in this Pharaoh. When he saw the person about to die without knowing it, he snorted coldly, viciously saying: "When you reach the underworld, remember to tell Yan Lu, it was I who killed you.

The cry in his mouth was stuck in his throat, Old Tao's cloudy eyes widened in disbelief. At this moment, all his muscles began to tremble!

You only saw two bright flashes suddenly shooting from Fengsheng's eyes, directly hitting the so-called "Dragon Ball" floating within the Yin Yang mix. The next moment, the two Yin Yang Fish soaring in the sky seemed to freeze as if prohibited in the sky.

Ye Fengsheng slowly stood, waving in the air. The two house-sized Yin Yang Fish began to crack like glass.

"Clapping..."

The very delicate, continuous sound entered the public's ears, making them unconsciously look at the scene in awe.

Once, the Yin Yang Fish that wanted to destroy the world sounded like breaking glass, falling from the sky, making a crisp sound as it contacted the ground.

Taking a few more steps forward, Ye Fengsheng stomped again, and a giant atmospheric vortex visible to the naked eye began to sweep around where his foot landed. The uneven ground caused by the Array Technique provided no resistance, returning to the level of the original cyclone. Brown.

Slowly reaching the bottom of the Dragon Ball, Ye Feng lifted his hand, as if picking an apple from a tree. Amid Ziyun Xian and Master Qi's horrified gazes, he picked the Dragon Ball suspended in mid-air.

"Is the flood dragon inner core hundreds of years old?"

Ye Feng murmured, smiling, as he carefully placed the heavy Nidan into his pocket.

He slowly turned his head, his starry eyes meeting the Taoist's pupils outside, Ye Feng's voice and mouth curving into a dangerous arc, continuing to stride forward.