Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 984 984: Inspiration

The inspiration of Spiritual Energy at this moment has become the spirit brewing within Jingwei, capable of playing a skylark training amidst decisions. Mr. Ye Fengsheng's voice had no barriers; if spiritual power is used, it must strike with some delay, and this delay can be the most significant victory!

More importantly, he was influenced by Ye Fengsheng's voice, but Ye Feng's voice was somewhat like Ningling. He responded for the first time and broke his hand. At the same time, he flashed in front of him, digging several holes and hitting him.

He cannot believe it, as the previous person had protection; if there is any, it must be the end of death!

How does Mr. Ye Fengsheng's stopping voice feel? It is still as broad and unprotected as before. I hope Yuan Wei can slowly go there.

Walk away, letting Yuan Wei inwardly tell him that they should directly do something.

If he thinks that Mr. Ye Fengsheng's martial artists and others are competent enough to join the new ranks of martial artists, then now he seems to have a similar significance for Mr. Ye Fengsheng's martial arts.

"Today, I will kill you!"

Yuan Beibei drank heavily from his mouth, stepping like a bullet on the ground, often emerging from the original place, hoping Mr. Ye Fengsheng can leave quickly.

Since they don't want to wait any longer, being monks who have experienced many battles, they don't think what they saw is so shocking. If they don't know if Mr. Ye Fengsheng is real material or mysterious, they'll associate it with him. Thus, no one in the world can compete with me over this creek. I can monopolize it and name it, so I can understand its reality!

This land has opened a deep ravine due to Yuan Wei's impulse. One person started to launch rockets with him from Tengkou. Even the air was broken by him. As for the frontal part of autumn, a large white appearance emerged.

The person in front must first break the impact gas into pieces!

"Ye Feng's voice is light!"

At the same time, Yuan Wei shook hands, so I knew this person was Qiu Yun, watching Mr. Ye Fengsheng's voice still half imaginative, Qiu Yun had already awakened the voice, and the words were anxious.

No problem.

The next Chu Ya and her mind were very: "This, Ye is not in sight."

In the battle of Jiuzhen Palace, Shan and Analysis had personally experienced it. It's just somewhat unsettling. How could he be serious? Thus, he told Mr. Ye Fengsheng he was trustworthy.

Yaya's different look is not surprising; Qiu Yun's eyes seemed a little puzzled, unconsciously wondering how these two people experienced this.

On the other hand, if Jin Ya's meaning were to be proven, Mr. Ye Fengsheng's hand was behind him. As Sevi's hairpin bullet rushed to his front, his foot slowly extended and kicked forward.

On such a clear track, gradually expanding in the air, I hope Yuan Bei directly collides, no, should say Yuan Weicong touched this foot.

His poison gas instantly turned into an apricot, with severe inspiration even the air followed. As for the moment, it's hard to find what's truly there.

"Pah!"

Next was a black shadow flying back from the chaotic gas, spitting blood in mid-air, and crashing heavily to the ground.

When the sand fell in the air, we could see it was covered with a thin layer of human sand, that was precisely when Yuan Wei intensified his attack!

"Wonderful! Mr. Ye..."

His face was filled with joy. Zhu Ya's voice of joy was still in the air. Yuan Wei, who was defeated by him, simultaneously started spreading from himself. At the same time, he thought that the Zhou Dynasty's midterm was covered with a thick layer of frost every two meters.

This.

Ice?

In Qiu Yun's eyes, a question appeared. After the project ended, Mr. Ye Fengsheng's voice started ringing. Through clear records, Mr. Ye Fengsheng's original voice held fire with one hand, melting ice to dissolve the sea of fire. Now, Yuan Wei's previously implemented method couldn't find its dead form.

How did Yuan Weiguo know? He hoped he could still hear Mr. Ye Feng's voice. He shook his wrist. Soon, his icy hair quickly concentrated in his palm. In an instant, his suffocating cold rapidly rose into the air. Finally, there was a long sword of blue ice crystals in his hand.

Once the sword came out and then fell, the surrounding weather worsened. Even Zhu Ya, who had once had a surprised face, couldn't help but fight a battle.

Holding a long sword in hand, Sevi shouted loudly at Mr. Ye Fengsheng's voice: "This child must be killed today!"

The shirt was still there, Mr. Ye Feng's voice remained unmoved. As for eyes not raised, he said: "Just give it a try."

"Receive the order!"

Su Yi stomped on the ground, shouted a command painfully with the sword at Mr. Ye Fengsheng's voice, a blue and cold canopy rushed out from his vibrating blade, piercing the air, leaving a long snow mark in mid-air, hoping Mr. Ye Fengsheng could chop it.

Qiu Yun felt tight in her heart, unconsciously eager to hand over to Chu Ya.

Though not the first sight among monks, you can block in front and back with Yuan Wei, now seeing one, not feeling fear for a moment later.

From this, we can see if Yuan Beichong starts using his sword, these will never appear.

His eyes were cold. If Sergei turned to snow and hoped the cold weather would tear it, he generously smiled and said: "I cannot see the North-South answer, ultimately I can't become one." Today, because of Mr. Ye Fengsheng's strange voice, it will also turn my bones under the sword!"

"Really?"

A cold voice started dispersing, but he was still standing at the beginning of the original voice, Mr. Ye Fengsheng had already escaped. Just as a few people wondered around, a pale hand fell on Yuan Wei's wrist.

"Have you been through Jiuzhen Palace, North-South?"

Yuan Wei was startled by the voice in his ear. He stared across the street at Mr. Ye Feng's voice. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded.

"Have you seen the responsible Jiuzheng Palace professor?"

With the appearance of the voice, Mr. Ye Feng's voice gradually appeared.

Xi Wei replied: "The Jiuzheng Palace elder was too academic and couldn't be seen."

"Then why do you want to kill me?"

At this moment, Mr. Ye Fengsheng's empty shadow had solidified. He smiled slightly, showing white teeth: "I killed Jiuzhen Palace. The foundations of three hundred years have now become ruins. How dare you use your cold sword to kill me?"

This cold weather obviously originated from Yuan Wei. Here, you can hear Mr. Ye Feng's voice. He couldn't help but hold the sword tightly. In Mr. Ye Feng's voice, he took his life from his hand and gently tapped the blue stem.

"Du"

Between the knuckles and knuckles, there was a very new crack. The public looked at it casually. His Frost Sword had countless fine wrinkles. A breeze blew through it, and it fell to the ground one by one, splashing such sparse sounds.

All garbage!

A stiff neck is the main culprit serving at the inch. Look at that empty hand, eyes shrank to the needle tip.

With a glance, he saw Mr. Ye Feng's voice, not smiling or cold, just felt the Nine Nether's gas emerging. It climbed along the ankle upwards, went straight to the heart and lungs, then the spiritual hat seemed frozen and stiffened.

If Mr. Ye Feng threatens to kill him under Daluo Fairy's help, don't be angry!

During this time, Xiu Yi had killed him in his heart 10,000 times!