Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1149: Nostalgic Sky

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This is very natural. Directly crush the children of the other two families with absolute strength, then use this situation to do two difficult things for this family. In the future, Ye Fengsheng might truly become a member of this family!

What a pity!

Ye Zhiqian is unremarkable among thousands, but it doesn't mean Wen Renshi would send out his Spiritual Body because of his invitation!

Moreover, Wen Renxi entered Jiedan last year and qualified for the heir's position this year! As long as Ye Fengsheng is suppressed today, she won't spare me.

Everyone knows Ye Fengsheng's sword is fast, but no one knows his spirit is faster than the sword.

Due to these two skills, the path originally developed by these two skills is now just one skill, naturally much faster than ordinary people.

After a brief spiritual loss, Ye Fengsheng's palm began boiling again. He squinted, looking at the thick white robes in front of him. He was unhappy for any reason. Then he quietly said: "I hope to become your friend in the future."

He took root at his feet, firmly anchored to the ground. That soul, already at its limit, suddenly surged out like a balloon full of air, released from the sealed mouth.

The body was turbulent, and the remaining part of the robe was shaking violently, as if torn by something invisible.

Wind and clouds rolled in between heaven and earth, the setting sun was stunned by this sudden change, accelerating its pace towards westernization.

At this moment! The sunset reflected amber clouds, rolling violently.

Natural vision!

Dark clouds of nine skies rolled down!

Like meteors, countless clouds after several gatherings and dispersals were suddenly ripped down by some invisible force from the heaven! Leaving a phantom nostalgic sky in the amber sky.

Forty-nine girls in white clothes stood on the thirty-three stairs, wiping their sleeves and laughing for no reason.

Dusk faded, only a line between heaven and earth.

But above Ye Fengsheng and Wen Renxi were rolling yellow clouds. Even if there were no clouds in the sky, even if the big yellow clouds were much lower than normal clouds, they were still clouds!

When the first thunder sounded from the rolling clouds, Ye Fengsheng's face finally relaxed. He couldn't distinguish which of the 49 white clothes was hers, so he could only randomly find one, then looked into her eyes and said: "Let me stand up, don't attack." Are you that confident?"

"I want to see what the difference is between your Heavenly Thunder and Kunlun."

The white coat opened, everyone.

"Then you might have to wait a little longer."

Ye Fengsheng had a face of embarrassment: "Not ready yet. I'm not sure I can separate all your Spiritual Bodies at once."

That's true. I told an opponent, she still had to wait for a while, and her strongest means were ready. Saying such things is really interesting.

"Feces."

As expected, forty-nine girls in white clothes laughed, then turned into a sea of humanity, rushing towards Ye Feng's voice.

"This is a bit interesting, but if you follow your own thoughts, you will feel a bit boring."

That was a girl's idea.

When the first piece of white expanded in Ye Fengsheng's pupils, his fists would turn white, showing the blue tendons under the knuckles and skin.

This punch, Ye Fengsheng took it aside, while his shoulder hit the white dress's chest.

A surge of Spiritual Energy trembled from their touch position, the collision of Spiritual Energy shook Ye Fengsheng's robe violently, the robe already halved.

Ye Fengsheng did not move at the same time. The girl in the white dress retreated a step, then the second girl caught up with her. She also punched in the same way, but this time it was Ye Fengsheng's face.

Right fist to right punch, Ye Fengsheng's White Fist and that white woman's purer punch collided, their body lines still intact, but their bodies had little momentary stagnation. After a while, their clothes surged like waves.

As if this was not enough, the girl did not retreat when she mentioned the left fist, she did not intend to wave to Ye Fengsheng again.

At the moment when the four fists opposed, two people

At the same time, retreat a step, Ye Feng's voice lost breath. The little girl withdrew, leaving. Attracting Ye Feng's eyes were countless red lines. She was smart.

The bloody dragon was not fierce, but there seemed to be a tyrant about to rip himself apart.

"Why do you still have red lines!"

When he got angry, Ye Fengsheng shook his wrist, the Black Sword quickly hung that bloody dragon up. This time he even had no time to receive his sword, but also saw his white clothes.

The number of 77 white clothes was like the sea entering the river. They were neither urgent nor slow. They attacked Ye Fengsheng one by one on the stairs. The number of methods and strength were all Ye Fengsheng's powerful actions. They were also forced to the edge of their position in the middle of the stairs.

Take four more steps, you can knock Ye Fengsheng down, just like the white-dressed woman said before!

There was no sun in the sky, the western sun had been frightened by these two people.

What is the unit of measurement for Heavenly Thunder? No one can say clearly.

The thunder sounds in the yellow clouds were loud, they could clearly feel the pressure.

Even unwilling leaves would pray, because of the thunder, the spiritual movement within the body would also be a bit slow.

"This should be Fengsheng's last move."

Ye Banqing made a sound, due to the state, his spirit flowed within his body, like a snail trying to climb, but this did not make his face have any color, on the contrary, on his face showed was a joy.

Suddenly, Ye Fengsheng finally stopped his footsteps.

Ye Fengsheng waved the Black Sword in his hand, cut off the white clothes in front, stood up and looked at those 49 white clothes.

There are more than ten million cultivators in the world. Who doesn't want to become a Spiritual Body that can shake heaven and earth?

Who doesn't want to kill all the things hindering me?

But the world does not have such good things. If you want to learn to run, you must learn to walk. If you want to hit someone, you have to be beaten. The facts obvious in heaven, Immortals have difficulty surpassing the rules.

But now Ye Fengsheng is arrogant!

He has never been to Kunlun, never studied Heavenly Thunder. The only time he saw Tian Lei was standing beside the Kunlun Cultivator Liu Jicang.

How can people control Heavenly Thunder?

His stature is not large. After being attacked by more than 20 white women, he was injured. Previously, his robe had only half a sleeve, but now his clothes are a bit tattered. Due to the bearing relationship, the two big exposed arms have already overflowed with some light red. When you look at them carefully, you can even feel a bit of tremor.

Maybe she felt the change in the clouds in the sky. The girl in white gave up the remaining attacks. Forty-eight incarnations and bodies stood still, waiting for Ye Fengsheng's brewing.

Two steps, Ye Fengsheng would fall off the ladder, and she could receive her honor and everything she wanted under everyone's attention, but she didn't do so. She just quietly watched Ye Fengsheng, as if she wanted to see a flower from his panting face.

"I know I am not as good as you."

In effort to suppress the swirling fresh blood, Ye Fengsheng looked forward: "What you want, I cannot give. If you keep going up, that's to be given, but you don't."

"I don't know if you are really nostalgic, because there seems to be no old relationship between us. If you change your place, I would definitely make you act separately, because after seeing you that day, I haven't eaten for two days."