C1322 A Plan to Die Without a Doubt
C1322 A Plan to Die Without a Doubt
How could Ye Feng be willing to bow his head and accept death in this life and death situation? He immediately let out an angry shout.
"Haha …" Use Upper City Jinhua to suppress me? "Brat, you have miscalculated, Upper City Jinhua accepts nearly a hundred disciples from Tianning and Tianqi Counties every year, why does it matter if you have one less? So what if you know about it, could it be that for a mere disciple, you will still make my Qing Famiy your enemy?"
The green-clothed middle-aged man didn't take what Ye Feng had said to heart at all. He revealed a disdainful smile, looked at Ye Feng and said, "Besides … The one from Jinhua City will not be alive for long, how can he have the time to bother about the troubles of a new disciple? "
Hualala …
After saying this, a large amount of blood energy surged out from behind him, spreading out in all directions.
The aura that was like mountains and rivers soared to the sky. Just the powerful aura that erupted was enough to cause Ye Feng's face to turn pale.
"For you to be able to kill Qing Hua with just that, you must have some trump cards. If you hand it all over, I will leave you with an intact corpse."
This person walked over arrogantly, and the High Lama stretched out his hand. On the tip of his finger, a faint ray of light began to shine.
In his eyes, Ye Feng was just a tiny Void Stage Martial Cultivator, no different from an ant.
Ye Feng secretly complained in his heart.
The person came to kill him, not giving him the chance to do so.
"Stop!" You, a great character of the King Realm, who came thousands of miles to kill me, surely wouldn't come to exact vengeance for Qing Hua? Yes … Maybe you want the Fetal Martial Vein in my body? "
"Hmph …" If I die, the Fetal Martial Vein will disappear as well. "
Ye Feng's mind raced, and in a flash, she was already beside Wu Ji.
He would never give up until the very last moment.
Even if he had to face an opponent that he could not defeat, Ye Feng had to think of all means available to him.
Hearing Ye Feng's words, the green-clothed middle aged man couldn't help but become stunned, but his face quickly revealed a cold smile, and he said: "It's just a mere Martial Vein, I don't even put it in my eyes …"
Even though he said that, his footsteps were slower by a bit. He didn't approach too closely.
He naturally knew about the quantity of Fetal Martial Vein, and his City of Endlessness was famous throughout the entire Divine Martial Realm. The powerful rewards that his Tower of Endlessness had bestowed him were things that countless Martial Cultivator would yearn for in their dreams, even Sheng Domain and God Stage would covet him.
"Don't believe the words of this little bastard …" This person is full of bullshit, none of it is true! "
At this moment, a few kilometers behind, a ripple like vibration appeared in the air. A somewhat miserable figure appeared from it. His hair was disheveled, his appearance haggard, and his entire body was lifeless.
"Later Period of King Stage!"
The green-clothed middle-aged man immediately became vigilant. The boundless blood Qi on his body quickly locked onto the incoming person.
"Are you Elder Kai Yuan's Upper City, Patriarch Qing Yun? This old man, Han Santong, has come under the orders of Castle Master Ning and the Sword Master of the sect to chase and kill this little bastard … "
The man anxiously said, revealing a dried up face under the scattered long hair, it was Old Man Han.
After his name was revealed, the green clothed middle aged man's gaze swept across Old Man Han's body a few times, confirming that the other party was not lying.
Halfway there, he had received news from the clan that the three sects had sent one of their King Stage Expert s to stop Ye Feng. It should be this half-dead old man.
Speaking of which, the reason why he had rushed over in such a hurry was also to prevent Fetal Martial Vein from falling into other people's hands.
Therefore, even though Qing Yun's aura had relaxed a bit, he still hadn't moved away from Elder Han. It was obvious that he wasn't completely at ease with this lifeless old man.
"Han..." Elder? How did you get into this state? "
After frowning, Qing Yun looked at Old Man Han, his face revealing a little disgust. At this moment, Elder Han's clothes were tattered, and there were quite a lot of bloodstains on his body. Adding to the rotten stench of death, he did not look like a Later Period of King Stage expert at all.
Having been touched to a sore point, Old Man Han's eyes seemed to spew fire as he looked at Ye Feng and said sinisterly, "Little bastard, you have many tricks up your sleeves. This old man was confused by his words just now, but I accidentally went along with his way!"
"There's such a thing?"
Qing Yun's voice was filled with suspicion as his eyes revealed a faint look of contempt.
A mere Void Stage was able to make a Later Period of King Stage into such a miserable state? Did this old man step into the coffin with one foot?
"Hmph …" "Little bastard, your body is strong, and you can draw upon the thunder and flames …"
Elder Han's old face was terrifyingly dark.
Even for a King's Realm cultivator, it would be extremely difficult to injure him. When he felt the contempt in Qing Yun's eyes, the anger in his heart grew even stronger.
"According to my own intentions, we should first take him down, then directly destroy his Dantian, then detain the Martial Vein. We can ensure his safety!"
"Is there a need to go through so much trouble?"
"…"
The two of them discussed without any restraints, causing Ye Feng and Wu Ji to complain incessantly.
It rained through the night.
An elder of the Qing Famiy who didn't understand reason might still be able to play some tricks like he did with Old Man Han, but with this old fogey Giant Spirit Sword Sect, all of his tricks would be useless.
The two great Later Period of King Stage experts were eyeing him covetously, how could they possibly escape?
"What should we do?"
Wu Ji asked Ye Feng with an ugly expression.
How could an ordinary person have the opportunity to face such a situation?
Ye Feng's brows were tightly knitted as he swept his gaze across the two people in front of him. At such a dangerous juncture, he actually calmed down.
"The only way now is to try to stall for time... Wu Ji, I will think of a way for you to leave this place first. Return to the city quickly and ask for the City Lord's help … "
Giving his a comforting look, Ye Feng said with a low voice.
"Delay for time... You want to let me go and let me live, right? "
"My Shui Clan's royal clan isn't like a cowardly tortoise. If we were to die together, this princess will definitely not be a hero if I were to frown a little!"
With two Later Period of King Stage experts working together, Ye Feng couldn't even withstand a single finger of theirs, how could he delay anything?
"No no …" You don't know, I still have a trump card, I need you to cooperate with me … Otherwise, both of us will surely be buried here. " A bit of warmth floated in his heart, Ye Feng helplessly shook his head.
His words did indeed have the intention of not wanting to implicate Wu Ji.
"What?" What other cards do you have? "
Wu Ji raised her head in shock. When she saw the resolute look in Ye Feng's eyes, she could not help but think of the various miracles that Ye Feng had performed in the past. In the depths of her heart, a sense of hope rose.
"Give me all the Spiritual Stone you have on you, I have use for them. Afterwards, quickly return to the city to call for reinforcements. Life and death … This is it. "
"We must act accordingly!"
He nodded his head, and turned to see that Qing Yun and Old Man Han had reached an agreement, Ye Feng knew that he had to make a decision immediately, and shouted: "Stop! I am willing to hand over the Martial Vein first, but you all need to promise me one thing. "
"Wishful thinking, you actually dare to do this?!"
"Patriarch Qing Yun, don't waste your breath on this little bastard. After you capture him, just waste his dantian and let this old man drain his vitality."
The Old Man Han who had a resentful gaze simply ignored Ye Feng's words. His withered finger stretched out and contracted, quickly grabbing toward Ye Feng's dantian …