"What a big tone, I want to see who wants to see me.┌ *| ┐"

Several monks were still chattering at the hawkers, and a low voice appeared at the door of the restaurant. Several people heard the sound and looked at it. A young man dressed in light blue clothes and shoulder-length hair appeared in front of several people.

"You are here just right, you have something small to discuss with you." The hawker looked at Ye Feng with a begging look. The monks in front of him could not offend him. Because he was the cultivation level of the Qi Gathering Period, these people were insurmountable mountains in his eyes.

"You are the kid who ordered a thousand sand scorpions." One of the monks curled his lips and asked disdainfully. He saw that Ye Feng's cultivation was only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the five of them all reached the Foundation Establishment Stage. They had an absolute advantage in the face of Ye Feng, so they were not afraid at all.

"What, do you have any objections?" Ye Feng looked at several people coldly. Aren't they just five cultivators with foundation-building cultivation level? There are at least dozens of cultivators in the foundation-building stage who died under his command. Even one of the golden elixirs was killed by him. How could he care about the few people in front of him?

"Boy, do you know who you are talking to? I think you are impatient in life. You dare to talk to us like this in Shacheng!" A monk raised his head, as if he had an extraordinary origin and had a great status in Shacheng.

Ye Feng smiled coldly. He didn't care about the origin of several people. The Green Guang Sect is powerful, and it is not the final destruction of it in his own hands.

Since the problem of Qingguang Sect was solved, Ye Feng's self-confidence has soared, and monks of this level have long since disappeared from his eyes.

No wonder Ye Feng has such confidence. Any monk who brings three Jindan masters and one Nascent Soul master to protect him at any time will be more arrogant than Ye Feng. In Ye Feng's words, he is now very low-key.

"Is it interesting to bully a stall vendor? Don't you feel embarrassed?" Ye Feng laughed.

Several monks' faces turned red. They often did this kind of thing. They had nothing to do. They often gathered together to bully monks who had just arrived in Shacheng, or small monks who had no power in Shacheng.

However, no one has criticized them in person, which made the face of several people suddenly unable to stop. The angry and angry people immediately pointed at Ye Feng's nose and shouted: "Boy, you dare to contradict the uncle. Do you dare to have a little more? Let's talk to the uncle after going out of the city."

"Why do you want to go out of the city? Isn't you just want to fight? I want to teach me a lesson, right? Then let's be here. The place is also very spacious anyway." Ye Feng looked at the five people provocatively.

"Idiot, you, is this a place for fighting? Are you tired of living?" The five people looked at Ye Feng sadly. It seemed that this young boy was really the first time he came to Shacheng. He would not have any strength in Shacheng, otherwise he would not even know these rules.

"This man, Shacheng has rules and no fights in the city. No matter what the reason is, as long as there is a fight, both sides will be executed. This is the rule set by the first city lord since the establishment of Shacheng, and no one dares to change it yet." The skewer peddler explained to Ye Feng in a low voice.

"Oh, so that's it." Ye Feng understood. No wonder the monks were so arrogant just now, but they didn't dare to touch the hawkers. It turned out that there were such rules.

"Boy, if you dare to stand out, then see you outside the city." The five monks tried their best to arouse Ye Feng's anger, hoping that Ye Feng would be deceived.

"Even if you don't leave the city today, it doesn't matter. I don't believe that you will hide in the city all your life. As long as you go out, I will destroy you." A monk stared at Ye Feng fiercely.

"Okay, since you are all itchy, then go out of the city to teach you a lesson, and let you know that there are people outside the world, and I will clamp my tails to be a human being in the future." Ye Feng was of course not fooled, but wanted to teach these five people a lesson out of his inner thoughts. He would provoke who would drink and eat meat in a wine shop. He dared to disturb the situation and beat them up without wasting time.

"Hahaha, okay, then we will meet outside the city. The grandson is not going to go." When the five monks saw Ye Feng agreeing to leave the city, they all laughed.

"Customer." The hawker tried to lower his voice and remind Ye Feng: "These are all difficult people to mess with. Don't be impulsive, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The hawker saw Ye Feng being generous and had not yet been bullied, so he couldn't bear to see Ye Feng being bullied by five people. These five people are not kind-hearted. There are countless monks who fall into their hands every year. They not only bring people out as lessons, but also the money on the monks will be plundered.

"It's okay, hurry up and bake my sand scorpion, then put it on my seat inside, and I'll be back in a short while." Ye Feng's face was full of confidence.

"I want to come back, I'll let you bury your bones and sand sea." One of the monks couldn't stand Ye Feng's arrogant look and spoke harshly.

Ye Feng strode out of the sand city, and the five monks followed Ye Feng tightly, fearing that Ye Feng would run away from the city first.

Some monks watching the fun around shook their heads and sighed, "This young man is too impulsive."

"These guys are really hateful, I don't know when they will be retribution."

"What's the retribution? These guys will observe their words and expressions. When they see strong people, they don't dare to do this. They will bully some cultivators with low cultivation. Who can do what they do?" After the few people left, there was a lot of discussion behind them, but no one dared to follow them to watch the fun.

When I came to the sand city, there was a sea of ​​sand.

"Boy, you are really brave. Now I will give you a chance to hand over the storage bag on your body, and then say grandpa, I am wrong and I will never dare to force myself. I will spare you." A monk who led the five people said carelessly, as if he had been slaughtered Ye Feng.

"Is the storage bag?" Ye Feng took off the storage bag hanging around his waist and threw it on the ground.

The items in his storage bag are now filled with irrelevant things, and even if they are lost, there will be no big loss. The truly valuable items are collected by Ye Feng into the inner world. That is his safest storage bag. Moreover, it is quite easy to pick up items, which is much better than the storage bag. The storage bag hanging around his waist is just a good example.

"Huh?" None of the five people expected that Ye Feng would put down the storage bag so happily and looked at each other, not understanding what Ye Feng's actions meant. Logically speaking, Ye Feng dared to follow him out of the city, which means he was not afraid of his own group, but why did he take off the storage bag? Could it be that there was a fraud here?

None of the five people are good people, so they are very scheming and are always on guard when looking at others.

Seeing that the five people didn't dare to come forward to pick up the storage bag, Ye Feng laughed, "Why, you are afraid, five people beat me and one of them is afraid of becoming like this. Being a gangster must have dignity. This is too boring."

"Damn, kid, you're so tired of living. I'll let you know what disaster comes from your mouth." A monk rushed to Ye Feng, holding a big knife in his hand, flashing cold light, and chopped down at Ye Feng's face.

"This is almost the same!" Ye Feng smiled, and he sideways to avoid the blade in the monk's hand. The sharp sword fell against Ye Feng's body.

The monk did not stop at all. Seeing Ye Feng's arrogance just now, the monk knew that Ye Feng must have something to rely on, so he had been wary of Ye Feng.

The monk flipped his wrist and slashed towards Ye Feng's waist.

The big sword was breathing more than a foot long sword light, and the howling sound filled Ye Feng's ears.

Ye Feng shook his clothes, and a hill emerged from his clothes, and then became a entity, and welcomed the monk's big sword.

"Dang!" The big knife cut directly on the hill, and the hill was split into two sections, but the move was resolved by the hill.

The monk holding a big sword took a step forward and fell backwards.

"Magic weapon!" The five people's eyes emitted a greedy light, staring at Ye Feng's clothes.

"Hahaha, let you see the power of magic weapons." Ye Feng's palms shook one after another, and hills appeared from his clothes, covering all five monks.

"Bang, bang, bang!" One after another, the five people fought desperately against Xiaoshan.

Although Ye Feng did not know the original master of Yishan's cultivation, he understood that this Yishan was enough to deal with the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The mountains appearing on the clothes are endless, making the five people frivolous and difficult to deal with.

"Brothers, you can't just fight hard. We have to break out and win the kid's face so that his clothes can't exert their power." One of the monks shouted loudly. At this time, he could no longer use his spiritual sense to communicate with his partners, so he could only contact him by shouting.

"Damn, you think I just want to be beaten. Isn't this impossible to rush over?"

"That's right, what's the way this kid came from? How could he have such a magic weapon? Killing him this magic weapon is ours." A monk inspires his partner.

But no matter how hard the five monks work, they cannot break through the hill released by Ye Feng. It is not how high Ye Feng's cultivation is, but the contribution of this magic weapon.

After tossing the five monks for a while, seeing that the five of them were panting, such a confrontation was really exhausting the opponent's strength, Ye Feng suddenly stopped shaking his clothes.

The hill in front of the five people disappeared immediately, and the five people were still resisting, losing their target all of a sudden. They were obviously a little uncomfortable and were stunned on the spot.

Then a monk shouted loudly: "Boy, has the magic weapon failed? Then your death date will come."

No matter what kind of magic weapon is, it cannot be used without restrictions. Magic weapons will consume spiritual energy and take time to recover the losses in it.

Ye Feng looks very much like a sign of a failure of magic weapon.

The five people immediately regained their confidence and walked towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Where is the magic weapon that failed, but Ye Feng felt bored and wanted to change his style of playing."

Before the five people could approach him, a small tower fell from the air and smashed it to one of the monks.

"Bang!" The sand grains were stirred up very high, and the small tower pressed the monk down. The monk's entire lower body was firmly pressed down and could not move for a moment.

"Ah! He also has magic weapons!" The other four people were shocked. This time, they really poked the hornet's nest. No wonder this kid dared to go out of the city alone. It turned out that they had magic weapons.

However, this also aroused the greed of several people. If Ye Feng was killed, he would get two magic weapons. This level of magic weapons is naturally self-evident.

"Come on, as long as I defeat me, I still have many such treasures on me, and that will all belong to you." Ye Feng's language was provocative.

However, what Ye Feng said is not a mistake. In the battle to annihilate the Qingguang Sect, Ye Feng's harvest was too great. The Zhongli Family and the Misty Valley obtained the Crystal Mine of the Qingguang Sect, but they did not participate in the sharing of the stolen goods of the Qingguang Sect's foundation. The Treasure Appraisal Pavilion obtained most of it, but Xu Qiang did not take away all the good things.

Ye Feng asked Wanghai to send everyone to choose, and Zhongli Yege and Qiu Siyao also changed their best equipment, and the remaining items were taken away by Ye Feng.

There are countless magic weapons among them. Even Ye Feng got two magic weapons for masters of the Nascent Soul Stage, and more than a dozen magic weapons for the Golden Pill Stage.

Ye Feng set out an area specifically for storing magic weapons in the world inside his body. Various magic weapons were placed together, and they were like a hill.

The four monks looked at each other and then walked firmly towards Ye Feng.

"Swoosh!" A cold light flashed and he rushed straight to the monk in front.

The monk quickly brought the sword in his hand to the cold light.

"Crack!" Han Mang cut off the sword in the monk's hand and then nailed it to the monk's chest.

"Puff!" The monk spewed out a stream of blood and fell to the ground.

The three people were left and they were all stunned. How many magic weapons did Ye Feng have in his hand?

The three of them felt a deep fear in their hearts and their pace gradually slowed down.

"Clang!" A pair of golden bowls suddenly covered a monk, and the two golden bowls were closed, and the monk was wrapped in the middle.

The remaining two monks turned around and ran away without saying a word. What kind of loyalty is the point of escaping at this time? Face and other things, and escaping is the bottom line.

"Do you want to run away? I'll see where you guys go!"
Chapter completed!