Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 938 938: The Only Value

He tore a hole in the still existing structure like it was a piece of paper, easily finding this person. Ye Fengsheng reached out his hand, holding a compass, and pulled out the dust clutched in his embrace, placing two items on the ground. Then he suddenly lifted his leg and kicked the person with one foot fiercely.

Watching the man fly over ten meters, ultimately crashing into the courtyard wall, Ye Feng appeared in front of him like a shadow, looking down at him, his two rows of white teeth seemingly frightened by the fangs of a devil.

Ye Feng tapped the blade against the expressionless face, starting to ask softly, "I asked you something just now, have you thought it through now?"

His eyes were vacant, and the man seemed to be terrified by the previous scene, unable to react for a long time.

Ye Feng said expressionlessly, "I am not patient, and I don't like wasting time with others. If you don't want to speak, I can find it myself. If that's the case, then your only value of existence will disappear."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist disciple finally agreed. He struggled to stand up, but his bones were broken. This movement not only failed to get him up but also brought deep pain.

"I, I..."

He tried his best to open his mouth, but in the end, he only spat out some pieces of his guts, dyeing his white robe black and red.

Ye Fengsheng slightly frowned, rubbing his nose, "An ordinary person?"

Standing up, Ye Fengsheng moved his body, feeling very awkward.

I also thought this was a cultivated person. I never expected he was an ordinary person. Only then did he kick according to the monk's strength. If he were an ordinary person, he certainly had no chance of survival.

Looking back, he saw Purple Cloud Fairy leaning over to pick up the compass. Ye Feng's voice immediately opened its mouth and shouted, "Don't move!"

Then he waved his hand in the air, taking the compass into his hand.

"This..."

Ziyun Xian was surprised, looking at Ye Fengsheng awkwardly, saying, "Mr. Ye, it is the grand heirloom of our family. Taking it would be of no use to you."

Ye Fengsheng looked at Ziyun Xian and said, "Now, it is mine."

It was natural for monks to collect spoils after a battle. If they were in their place, they would also do so. But this was their own family's matter, or a key to their inheritance. Even knowing Ye Fengsheng's voice, they still asked for it.

"But you've already taken the Dragon Ball for your own use, and with it lost, the Royal Battle cannot be launched anymore. If you take this palm's relic, my West River Pass will truly become ruins!"

"Really?"

Ye Fengsheng glanced at him, "But what is the matter with me..."

Just about to say what should I do with it, Ye Fengsheng suddenly felt a heart-pounding killing intent surging towards him. He immediately stopped talking and looked towards the direction the murderous intent came from. It turned indifferent, with a hint of awkwardness on his face.

A group of brothers, thicker than water, stood together swaying, while Zhuang Wen, under the protection of Shi Nan, did not suffer much, just staring at himself with vengeful eyes.

As for Qi Huan who had been talking to him, he was now nowhere to be seen.

"Seeking death!"

Noticing a sudden gust of wind around him, Ye Feng shouted loudly and clapped with the back of his hand!

The sound of a breeze clapping echoed in the air accompanied by a deafening explosion, and in an instant, it had made intimate contact with the silent figure in the sky.

A circle of exceptionally clean area was left in the air, feeling as if even the dust was driven away by the power in his palm.

Looking at the scene again, although careful, I didn't expect Fengsheng raising his hand to give such a powerful palm, unexpectedly, being hit largely, spinning a few times before descending to the ground, the black robe stained with dust from contact with the ground, like a particularly miserable wolf.

"It's you."

Ye Fengsheng straightened up, looking at this strike, this strike was impossible to reverse in his own hand.

The saying goes, I only saved his life in a desperate situation. I never thought he would take a gust and turn to intrigue against myself. This is simply not true!

Quickly climbing up from the ground, although somewhat confused, Master Qi still showed his rich combat experience. Once knocked down, he lost the initiative. He had already lost three points. Therefore, he didn't consider the power of that previous hand, quickly climbing up. Only then did he feel a burst of immense pain. Unconsciously, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Before he could wipe away the blood on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Ye Feng's voice in surprise. His words full of doubt, "Why do you have more authority?"

Indeed, in his view, there was not much difference in power between himself and Ye Fengsheng; the fluctuation in spiritual power was not obvious. Therefore, the reason Ye Fengsheng could easily break through the defender's battle must be because he knew the flaws in the battle, not because he was more powerful than himself.

Under such a premise, although Ye Fengsheng looked as harmless as anyone else, Master Qi believed his spiritual energy must be exhausted at this moment.

Wouldn't it be a shame not to seize such a good opportunity?

It was not for the benefits promised by Zhuang Wen, but for the hundred-year Dragon Ball, for the cultivation and temperance! And to kill it!

So, when Ye Fengsheng's attention was focused on the old Taoist, he began to secretly deliver a fatal blow to Ye Fengsheng, but he never thought today's events would be completely contrary to what he imagined.

Why was there room for Ye Fengsheng, who should have been exhausted? Why could we still deliver such a fierce and strong blow?

This absurd situation gave Master Qi an illusion of dreaming!

Ye Fengsheng blinded himself to his many shortcomings, naturally, his methods of combat were flawed. With his own eyes, even if combat methods were perfect, he could spot some hidden small mistakes. What annoyed him at this moment was not knowing what was good or bad.

"I'll give you a way to live, don't come up here seeking death, or I will send you to die!"

He spoke words as cold as ice, Ye Feng's voice walking toward Qi Gong in front of him.

With the sound of approaching footsteps, Qi Huan became panic-stricken, where did he dare to be half-hearted, he waved his hand, and said, "Oh, oh, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?"

With a sneer, Ye Fengsheng's fingertips had already condensed watercolor halo, only three steps away, it was already dazzling like a star.

Seeing this scene, Master Qi's heart fell completely. Whether he admitted it or not, Ye Fengsheng's power far exceeded his own. This was already a foregone conclusion. Panic flashed in his eyes as his brain spun to find a way out. At the same time, he continued to say, "No, no, Taoist friend, listen to my explanation."

"You go explain to King Yan."

Without saying a word Ye Fengsheng's wrist twisted, only to see the light in the air follow a long watercolor whip, like substance like void, slicing through the air, heading toward the master's face.

The water whip seemed very weak, completely without force, but all the places it passed through were pure air, and in an instant, all the dust in front of it was expelled!

The whole area looked more transparent than the surrounding air!

Obviously, Master Qi realized this, boldly picking up the whip, turning around to try and dodge, unexpectedly the whip suddenly accelerated, leaving a noticeable scar on his shoulder.

Immediately after, the place where the whip met suddenly exploded before everyone's eyes, splattering countless blood.

Be defeated and then flee!