Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1188: True to His Name

"He can't operate."

Later, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. The purity of heart and the formula of purity of heart were operating simultaneously. His usually deep eyes now had a pure appearance unlike usual.

"I've found you."

After a flash of movement, Ye Fengsheng suddenly vanished from his original place. When he reappeared, he casually left the soaked old man in blue clothes on the ground. He inexplicably said, "I didn't expect your martial arts to be so poor, yet you can be a teacher in the Fourteen States."

The green clothes now clung tightly to his body, because they were in the lake. Although the bloody foam at the corner of his mouth had faded a lot, it soaked his water-filled face, and he gasped for air. At this moment, where was the old man in green clothes standing tall in front of the Vermilion Bird? Even a dirty dog in the water seemed more comfortable than him.

"If you have any questions to ask, ask them now. Afterward, I will take him on the road."

Ye Fengsheng glanced at the Vermilion Bird beside him and said, "I have thought for so long, this debt should be paid."

The Qingyi elder slowly raised his head, glaring at the Vermilion Bird standing beside him with malicious eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "You traitor."

The Vermilion Bird did not yield. Her complex eyes met those of the second master. She replied, "I must leave. Second Young Master, what are you doing?"

"I am the leader of the Fourteen States. If you trick me into coming here and hand me over to an outsider for this ridiculous experiment, are you not afraid something will go wrong?"

"Traitor!"

The elder in green clothes turned to look at Ye Fengsheng's face and said, "Ye Fengsheng, you are true to your name. No wonder you can stir up Jianghai City alone. No wonder you can resist the killing order of our Fourteen States. You cannot imagine the power that transcends human limits."

Ye Fengsheng said coldly, "Answer her question."

The elder in green clothes showed a fierce expression: "The energy contained in the mysterious pearl is too great, unimaginable at your age.

Just because you defeated me today doesn't mean you can defeat people all over the world. You have virtue. Ye Fengsheng isn't nearly strong enough to qualify as the Ling Ming Zhu!"

His face was expressionless. Ye Fengsheng didn't know how much he had heard. There was no emotional fluctuation at all. He just repeated, "Answer her question."

"If you give me the pearl now, you can..."

Before Ye Fengsheng's voice could fall, he raised his leg and kicked him down to the ground: "I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be even dumber than those inside, not even grasping the situation. Do you think you're someone who can use me as a pawn? Or are you my prisoner."

The corpse rolled uncontrollably on the ground several times. Ye Fengsheng hid some strength in his foot. When he was about to kick out the second master who was already the master, whether he was good or bad.

If Ye Fengsheng had no spiritual energy here, this blue-clothed old man would probably have fought with him. It would be a mess with an unknown victory. But now, Ye Fengsheng had not only regained his aura but also improved his realm a few levels. If he could use various skills, he would punch and kick open.

He spat out a mouthful of blood. The old man in blue was crawling on the ground. After his breath calmed slightly, his face became extremely fierce and terrifying.

It was just because Ye Fengsheng hid strength in his foot that the old man's breath flowed out. He didn't want to guide him, but depended on his own state, so his final appearance was so bloody and ugly.

Don't fear laughing back, the old man in blue did not speak, just looked at Ye Fengsheng with a very strange smile.

Knowing that the Vermilion Bird had betrayed him, he was sure of him.

Powerful air descended from the sky, whistling while expelling the air, leaving behind an extremely pure transparency in the sky.

The ancient and simple sword blade left black marks in the blue sky, like a black satin. As it tore through the air, it encountered the spiritual training falling from the sky.

Then, the aura of the storm was split into two parts, like fireworks exploding, unable to descend, and the Black Sword rose like a rainbow through the sun, towards the sky hidden in clouds, difficult to capture with the naked eye.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a white centipede shirt, mutually covering with clouds. If not for Ye Fengsheng's convenience, it would be difficult to find him accurately.

Is this yesterday's squabble? Are these Pei people? Or Kunlun?

Ye Fengsheng's claw stepped on it, and he sneered inside, and the nearby lake water turned into a cluster of towering water flowers. Around her feet, the water's center cracked, and she pushed outward. As she rushed into the sky with tremendous force, one side of Vermilion Bird almost fell due to the foot's vibration, looking up at the figure gradually disappearing from sight. Her eyes were full of inevitable belief.

She was used to seeing the strong, at the moment she couldn't help but have a confused thought: Is this a person? Or a god?

"Do you think you can escape?"

Subsequently, Ye Fengsheng held the Black Sword hilt and twisted his wrist. The sharp blade drew a silver moon arc in the air. After cutting his nose, he paused for a while and asked, "Kunlun people?"

This middle-aged man was a bit lost. He had just received orders at the door and found the young man's trail named Ye Fengsheng. How dare he disobey the school's orders? Although he was extremely puzzled by the life hidden by the university, why he suddenly focused on such a young boy, in the moment of confrontation with the Death God, he already knew the reason.

"Peng Chu, Kunlun. I've met Mr. Ye."

Peng Chu hadn't had time to bow when he saw the youth in front being cut by the sword. He immediately squinted his eyes and glared angrily at the young man, saying, "Young man, how dare you be so rude?"

"Stabbing in darkness, giving gifts with a face?"

Ye Fengsheng did not give up. He stepped into the air and chased after him.

There are not many cultivators in the world, and even fewer who can achieve something. However, those who can cultivate some skills, not to mention 100% and 99% are disciples of clans. Besides the Kunlun Association related to the Pei family, who else would do it, who dares to do it?

Is meditation possible to find its own settlement method?

So, when Ye Fengsheng realized this atmosphere, he knew that the Pei family had already started to act. He suspected that the traitor of this family had leaked the news of his departure from the family to the Pei family. Therefore, Pei's talent would be eager to notify Kunlun to grab and kill him. Meanwhile, Ye Fengsheng also knew Kunlun was only the first wave. Next, he not only had to face a Kunlun person but also a Kunlun Pei villain!

In Ye Feng's words, Peng Chu had already retreated ten steps, and his palms passed through the void. He held two short black sticks in his hands. His hands intertwined. A thunderous sound came from the sticks, shattering the surrounding clouds into pieces.

Peng Chu held a short stick, having lost his original reason. He looked like a middle-aged man, but he was actually armored, and his strength had reached the limit of stopping taking medicine. Even in Kunlun, he was a mainstay.

The command he received was to locate Ye Fengsheng and kill him. Previously, he was just out of compassion, not wanting to kill innocent people. He did this to test Ye Fengsheng's falsehood and authenticity. Now Ye Fengsheng was in a rush, unwilling to let go. After turning the two sticks, he was not retreating but advancing. He came with the wind. With such a point, he could eliminate the major team's posture.

He owned a powerful teamwork and orderly rotation. His moves had ten changes. One change, two changes, four changes, ten steps away. These two rods were forming. When they waved, they were like a river's powerful thunder breaking through air raids. However, Yu Guang saw Ye Fengsheng still holding the sword and didn't care.