Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 949 949: The Younger Generation

Ye Fengsheng stood hand in hand: "Don't say you are the nameless Jiuzhen Palace. Even a world-shattering entity like Broken Vein Mountain wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in front of me. It's not easy for you to practice. Quickly retreat and spare your life. I'll say it again, if you dare delay my mistake, I'll pull your tendons from your bones!"

"Such bravery!"

Zhou Yuansong immediately cursed: "Do you ignorant kids know the heights of heaven and the depths of earth? How could the Jiuzheng Dragon be insulted by your young generation?"

Accompanied by a deafening thunder, a skinny black shadow shot through the ground crack straight at the direction of Ye Fengsheng's voice.

This was enough to shame oneself. Now, when the teachers are shamed by others, who would be willing to accept it among those who still have some sense of bloody pride?

He pointed his fist at that other fist. The fist with green tendons bulging naturally gathered a layer of spiritual light and smashed upward towards Ye Fengsheng's chin.

When the jaw is struck hard, the head will automatically snap backward rapidly, causing a concussion; moreover, the force of the strike on the jaw is directly transmitted to the human cerebellum, maintaining balance, further weakening the body's normal motor functions, possibly even causing the body to be uncontrollable for a short time. So many people get struck, their jaws drop, and they remain conscious but can't stand up no matter what.

Zhou Yuansong clearly understood the reason. He looked at the scene before him, intending to blow Ye Fengsheng away in the simplest and roughest way.

"Ah!"

But surprisingly, Ye Fengsheng didn't employ any defensive measures at all. Instead, he casually waved his hand, as if swatting a buzzing fly, and swatted at Zhou Yuansong's fist.

The hard fist, enveloped in spiritual energy, instantly and unceremoniously crashed into the wall's side, creating a sizable dent in the thick wall.

Zhou Yuansong's students recoiled swiftly after the fervent applause from Ye Feng.

He was a larger-than-life street fighter since childhood; brawling was common. Since entering Jiuzhen Palace, his power had increased twofold. Not to say he was superhuman, but he could certainly dent a hundred-kilogram iron gate with his fist.

He had once smashed fake mountains and rocks with a pair of flesh fists.

No matter what, the sound produced by Ye Feng's hand wouldn't leave one in despair.

What was it to be a prickly-armed truck? What was it to strike stones with pebbles?

Earlier, the feeling of instant contact was like a drop of water meeting the vast ocean, like gravel clashing with Mount Tai.

Due to his upbringing, Chuang Manqing understood the so-called monk better than others. Even though he had been upping the ante all these years, he continuously collected all information related to monks.

Thus, she had a basic initial judgment about the current situation, shocked in secret by Zhu Senchu Master's powerful backing.

Ye Fengsheng was just a monk. Even if he possessed greater power, at most, he was one person. But Chu Sen could summon three monks in one breath.

No one could underestimate such power.

Ye Fengsheng's voice could stir the darkness of Jianghai City. If we could cooperate with this Master Chu, our future plans would surely see a significant advancement!

Perhaps even complete the plans ahead of schedule!

In light of this, determination tinged with hatred formed in Zhuang Manjing's eyes.

Even at Ye Fengsheng's warning, hoping now for the victory of Master Chu, since Master Chu could be swayed by benefits, felt more reassuring than Ye Fengsheng, who stood above, unaffected by worldly ties.

Meanwhile, on the loft, Master Chu was entirely fixated in place.

Listening in all directions, a common skill among ordinary people, now he tried to ascertain the location of Ye Fengsheng's voice below.

To make the monk understand, at this moment, he didn't dare use even half of his inspiration, but slowly bowed and slowly moved his body, fearing any sound he made would be detected by the warlike voice of Ye Feng below.

"If you're infatuated, if you die, don't blame me."

The cold voice of Ye Fengsheng below, before it entered his ears, King of Chu's eyes flashed with fierce light, and the special belt of God in his hand was waved violently.

The next moment, the floor suddenly collapsed, and a black pestle emitted a dazzling light, pouring down from top to bottom with tremendous pressure!

Pressing something with the weight of Mount Tai!

At this moment, even Zhou Yuansong, who was pondering how to escape, couldn't help but kneel under such pressure, leaving two shattered dents on the hard ground!

"This strike surely changes the situation!"

Master Zhu's thoughts were quite firm.

This tool was borrowed by law enforcement personnel's elder when they returned to the master's home. Unlike the original compass, the law enforcement elder provided much amusement with the compass. Evidently, it wasn't too rare. Instead, if not for the several elders, they wouldn't lend it to him.

Which is stronger, which is weaker, can be seen from here!

Moreover, the compass was very convenient and easy to operate before, but now just a wave, there's a feeling, a sense of vacancy throughout the spiritual spirit, which made Master Chu all the more certain that with this strike, even if Ye Fengsheng's voice had a head of bronze and a back of iron, it would surely break. Fracture!

What Master Chu hadn't considered was that this sound, like a pestle atop Mount Tai, fell into Ye Fengsheng's hand, bursting out a flood of spiritual energy. Meanwhile, the Original Force almost shattered his bones!

"How is this possible?"

Eyes full of fear. Mr. Chu's eyes widened, his eye corners dripping blood. Truly ruthless!

Slowly raising his head, Ye Feng looked at the face, eyes full of indifference.

In the next moment, he waved at Master Chu.

A strand of spiritual energy quickly gathered in his palm at a speed visible to the naked eye and then traveled through space to land on Master Chu's shoulder.

At this time, Master Chu didn't even have the chance to retrieve the pestle in his hand. Ye Fengsheng's voice struck him. His clothes tore open, ripped apart. Stop.

After tumbling a few times in the air like a puppet, the corpse didn't even let out a scream, plunging directly into the back wall.

With a slight collision, the wall it touched began to completely collapse!

Luckily, this wasn't a true load-bearing wall! Otherwise, with such commotion, we're afraid this three-story teahouse would completely collapse in Ye Fengsheng's hands.

Looking at Master Chu covered in rubble, exerting all his strength to push the debris off his face, he opened his mouth to breathe but wasn't successful. Only more and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his pupils dilated, his eyes showing only the struggle to breathe but no breath.

In contrast, Ye Fengsheng turned on the ground, overturned his hand, and caught the pestle that had fallen from King Chu's hand in mid-air. Under the gaze of the remaining three, this figure suddenly vanished.

"No! Get away!"

Zhou Yuansong was greatly shocked, shouting loudly. At the same time, he knew that today he had lost. Ye Fengsheng had single-handedly taken a blow from God's pestle, which was impossible. Currently, he rushed forward, dashing outside.

He was clever, knowing Ye Fengsheng would definitely target the other two currently in power, thus he detonated himself, transforming it into an escape force, disappearing from public view.

Just like a breeze blowing itself past!

However, in Ye Feng's applause, an earlier started tall man forced himself to feed beautifully. His pores cracked open, spiritual energy sprayed out as thinly as possible, transforming into a life-saving method to withstand the flickering hand.