"You have to fight outside." Feng Yifei didn't want to tear someone else's store, and his figure flashed and flew out.

It's really impossible to do what it is in fantasy novels, and can restrain a little bit of strength, only attack the enemy, and not damage anything.

Don’t say that you can’t do it, Lao Yan, brother-in-law and others can’t do it. They fight with each other, but the aftermath is swept around. Even if they don’t shake like Lao Yan, the small maple forest store will definitely be damaged.

Four old monks followed, each occupying one side, and surrounded Feng Yifei from afar.

Everyone in the store followed out and watched.

"Amitabha!"

The four old monks Qi Xuan Buddha's name, and their bodies flashed. They immediately arrived in front of Feng Yifei, and waved their palms from four directions and rushed out.

Feng Yifei instantly turned into silver-haired and red pupils, and the thick blood mist spread and flew, as if it was like a living creature.

As Feng Yifei turned his hands together, the blood mist turned into four paths, each facing an old monk.

Faced with the powerful palm force, the blood mist was blown away a little, but it instantly gathered back, wrapping around like a shadow.

All four old monks were allowed to leap, and their bodies whirled violently, swinging their palms, but they could never escape the cover of the blood mist. Instead, they were pulled by the tentacles formed by the blood mist, and the force they blasted out turned to attack their companions nearby.

Now Feng Yifei is not affected by internal energy hidden dangers for the time being. He has used all his strength to transform the blood magic skills without any scruples, and has performed the marrow-sucking technique, which immediately has received miraculous effects.

The divine generation is indeed not as good as the eminent monks of the Tian generation of Shaolin sect.

My martial arts cultivation is probably not limited to one step.

In desperation, the four monks had to withdraw and retreat.

Feng Yifei's hands were split, and four tentacles condensed from blood mist followed closely,

Four old monks waved their hands urgently to block them

"Pengpeng" sounded a few times.

The blood mist dissipated with the palm, but suddenly turned into countless spikes, hitting their bodies like lightning.

In an instant, four old monks fell out and fell to the ground.

Feng Yifei showed this move, and everyone was shocked and speechless.

At a young age, it was already sensational to fight against four monks of the Shaolin Branch. He was still defeated by his every move.

The martial arts are so high that it is beyond imagination.

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion, and the smart ones had noticed that Feng Yifei became famous with the innate formless sword, but at this time he did not use his skilled sword energy. Obviously, he was showing mercy.

The four old monks rose up and waited to pounce on them.

Feng Yifei swung his hands together and swung his hand in the air.

A strong wind broke out on the ground, and the howling sounded.

Without any moves, he simply defeated people with extremely deep internal strength.

But the four old monks still couldn't stand it and staggered back a few steps before stabilizing their bodies.

"I don't want to kill you, you old monks would better retreat." Feng Yifei said coldly, "If you do something again, don't blame me!"

The four old monks were extremely angry, but Feng Yifei couldn't do anything, so they wanted to attack again. Feng Yifei really killed him, but he was just in vain to save his life.

But if you don’t take action anymore and lose your power in Shaolin, it’s really hard to get rid of the tiger.

Yuanqing, Yuanming ran over quickly.

"Uncle Master, stop beating!"

"The most important purpose of our trip is to find the four senior brothers who were trapped in Netherworld Villa."

In front of Yuanqing, the old monk who called Di Ming brushed away Yuanqing with one sleeve and pronounced the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, let's go, go, and return to the original sect of Songshan Mountain. Today we cannot give up!"

Another old monk named Dixin responded, "In the past, a Buddha sacrificed his life to feed the tiger. Today, we also sacrificed our lives to subdue the demons, and there is no regret for subdue the demons!"

"The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" Di Jing roared.

Before the last old monk named Dixing spoke, Feng Yifei said angrily, "You have to beat me too."

Feng Yifei really doesn't want to kill people randomly. He killed Tianzheng all to avenge his master. He has no grudges with these four old monks. They are still decent people and can be regarded as good people. Killing them in full view of everyone will only make his reputation worse.

Although he is already infamous, he cannot do anything wrong!

Feng Yifei is still a person who upholds his true heart and adheres to principles.

Seeing the four old monks glaring at Feng Yifei, waiting for the fight, Yin Chengfeng could no longer hold back, and stepped forward and bowed and said loudly, "Four masters, although you have a huge grudge with Master Feng Wu, it is difficult to resolve, but Master Feng Wu has kept his hand at this time. He does not want to fight with you. It is better to retreat for the time being and make a fuss in the future."

Feng Yifei looked at Yin Chengfeng and said that he gave a step to the four old monks, but if he couldn't get down, he would see what the old monks thought.

Yuanqing and Yuanming were both eager to plead for their uncle on the team channel.

I really have to be entangled, so I might as well stop them and let Yuanqing and the other two take them away.

Suddenly, Feng Yifei noticed a strong sound of breaking the wind. He turned his head and saw a red shadow flying towards this place in the distance.

Before the people arrived, the sound had arrived.

A heroic and vigorous voice laughed, "It started to make a fuss before you even arrived in Netherworld Villa? But do you have to decide the belonging of the Dragon Roar Secret Book?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red shadow had already entered the venue. An old man with silver beards of about sixty years old, with a red face and a tall and strong figure. He was wearing a fiery red robe and a plate of axe hung around his waist. The face of the axe was shiny and black, and it shone with a black light, which was at least fifty or sixty kilograms.

‘Yifu Town Guandong’ Qu Benlei.

Judging from Feng Yifei's current level, he especially has the blood-red skeleton logo.

However, Feng Yifei has beaten a lot of such signs.

I can't see the detailed level, and it's really hard to judge how powerful he is. I have to fight to know.

I haven't heard of his name before, and I don't think it's too outrageous.

Qu Benlei looked at the audience and said straight, "I am Qu Benlei, a visitor to Guandong!"

With this name and surname, nine out of ten people present changed their faces, and the eyes of the four old monks also fell on Qu Benlei.

The only ones who remained unchanged in their expressions were Yin Chengfeng, Old Man Wang and Wang Afu. They didn't understand the affairs of the world at all. No matter how famous Qu Benlei was, they didn't know.

The four fishing boats in Jianghuo were too high, and he was secretly warned because Qu Benlei was too high.

Wu Caiyun approached Yin Chengfeng and whispered, "This Qu Benlei is nicknamed "Yi Axe to Conquer Guandong". He acts between good and evil. He has a strong personality and a strange temper. However, he never does anything to harm the world. He just blatantly robs, burns and kills him. This man has done a lot; it is said that he has high martial arts skills, both internal and external skills, and the iron axe is also superb. Brother Feng, you are afraid that you are not his opponent..."

Feng Yifei Yiqi, girl, your attribute is Bai Xiaosheng? Why do you know everyone?

According to the hierarchy, Yin Chengfeng is indeed inferior to Qu Benlei.
Chapter completed!