Faced with such provocation by Mr. Yi, everyone naturally couldn't stand it anymore. They stepped forward and pointed at him and shouted: "What kind of scallion are you? The little brat who has not even grown all the hairs, dares to shout with us!"

"Don't think that because your father is the lord of Lema City, we dare not do anything to you. Don't forget that this is the Moran Forest, and anything can happen!"

"Mad, I think this kid is just beating and has no education. Since the Kunpeng God has not educated you well, I will take care of you little bastard for him today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several middle-aged men, who were big and thick, shouted and attacked Mr. Yi with a strong shout.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and three figures disappeared directly from the spot and appeared in front of Young Master Yi. The bitter fist wind roared. The three of them rushed towards him without any hesitation.

"What, these three people are also martial artists, I really don't see it!"

"And it is the Beiwu lineage that can compete with Chen Fengliu. Are these people the disciples of the Beiwu Fist God?"

"It's very likely that they use it clearly, and it's the moves of the Northern Wushen Fist, and they must be personal disciples."

"Then Mr. Yi will definitely be finished now. The Northern Wushu God Fist has always been known for his fierceness and domineeringness, and his moves are fierce. At his age, Mr. Yi cannot resist it!"

When everyone saw this, they immediately started to discuss, and the eyes of Mr. Yi looked at Mr. Yi with pity and sympathy.

At this time, Ye Qing couldn't help but ask: "What is Beiwu Shenquan?"

When Yahu heard this, she immediately looked at him in surprise and asked in surprise: "Don't you even know the Northern Wu Shen Fist?"

Ye Qing nodded. He just arrived in this world, and the world is so huge, how could he know everything at once?

"Okay, Beiwu Shenquan is actually from the same lineage as Chen Fengliu. Beiwu and Chen Feng are both disciples taught by the same master. However, Chen Feng is gentle in nature and does not like fighting, so his boxing style also seems very gentle. Beiwu blindly pursues speed and fierceness. Speed ​​and strength determine everything. The two formed different styles and schools, but it is probably difficult to say that boxing style is better!"

Yahu explained to Ye Qing while watching the fight in the field.

After hearing this, Ye Qing nodded and his eyes fell on the three tall and big men again. These three were all very burly, with a tiger back and a bear waist, which was very suitable for the Northern Wushu God Fist.

At this time, Young Master Yi seemed to have been completely suppressed. The three of them had indeed been as Yahu said, fierce and fierce, and they were extremely sharp in their actions, as if they were cutting a mountain with bare hands, and they were rumbling to hit the scene.

Young Master Yi fought and retreated, and a look of anxiety and impatient flashed in his eyes, as if he was a little impatient by these three people.

"Trump, hum, with just such a little strength, I dare to make a breakthrough. Today I will send you to see the King of Hell!"

boom!

Young Master Yi gritted his teeth and shouted violently. The momentum suddenly arose in his body. Flames ignited on his body and swung out with one punch. The flames grew with the wind and turned into a pillar of fire that was several feet long, heading straight towards the three of them.

The three of them did not expect a pillar of fire to appear suddenly. They were unable to react for a moment. They were all hit by the pillar of fire. They suddenly felt a burst of pain in their bodies. They seemed to be burning, and they flew backwards with a loud bang, hitting the ground heavily.

"Fire Lotus Sword?"

Seeing this scene, Ye Qing almost blurted out and made his debut.

"What Fire Lotus Sword?"

Everyone heard Ye Qing suddenly said something stupid, but they didn't understand why, so they turned to him and asked.

"The flame he used just now was the fire in the Fire Lotus Sword. The Fire Lotus Sword must still be on him, but he didn't dare to use it blatantly!"

Ye Qing gritted his teeth and said that he had never forgotten the shame of snatching the sword that day. If it weren't for the urgent situation at that time, how could he have thrown the Fire Lotus Sword? Now seeing him holding his sword as a mighty man, Ye Qing couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

"The Fire Lotus Sword is really on him?"

At this time, Yahu completely believed that Ye Qing had lost the Fire Lotus Sword, but the more difficult thing was that the Fire Lotus Sword fell into the hands of a more difficult person to deal with, which made Yahu feel annoyed.

After punching the three people, Young Master Yi curled the corners of his mouth and smiled at them with a playful smile, and cut it off with disdain: "A bunch of waste!"

Then he looked up and swept to everyone, raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Who else is not convinced? Just stand up and I will accompany you to the end!"

The whole audience suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at the three disciples of the Beiwu Shenquan who were blown out by his punch, and they all took a breath of air at the same time. They subconsciously took a step back and did not dare to speak.

"How could this happen? How could this guy be so strong? Even the disciples of the Northern Wushen Fist are no match for them?"

"Just... I'm kidding. I've heard of these three people. They are very famous in the northern part of the mainland, but they are defeated so easily?"

"It seems that this Young Master Wing should not be underestimated. Anyone present here may not be his opponent!"

After several discussions, everyone was so tactful that they lowered their heads, their eyes, nose, and hearts, and remained silent.

Seeing this scene, Young Master Yi smiled even more proudly and shouted: "Waste is waste. I said, the treasure warehouse here can only be mine. You better not interfere, otherwise the three of them will end up!"

Young Master Yi glanced at the three of them with a sharp look. The three of them were so scared that they trembled all over and hugged each other tightly, and they didn't even dare to look at Young Master Yi.

The others retreated repeatedly. At this time, of course, it is important to save their lives. No one would be so stupid as to compete with the young master Yi who has such a strong wall.

Ye Qing and others naturally did not make a sound, but looked at Mr. Yi silently, preparing to find an opportunity to grab the Fire Lotus Sword back.

At this time, Young Master Yi had already taken the remaining two elders to the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea of ​​fire rolling like a wave below, and frowned.

"Young Master, this is indeed caused by the fire pillar just now. And you see, there is an open space in the center with a figure on it. If there is really a treasure, it will only be there!"

Master Fengge bowed to Mr. Yi and said.

Young Master Yi carried his hands on his back and squinted his eyes and looked in that direction, and found that the figure was looking at him at the same time.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to have condensed. Young Master Yi's face changed drastically, his pupils instantly dilated several times, and his heart thumped.

As if something was rushing towards him, at that moment, Young Master Yi even saw the figure of the god of death. A huge ball of flames rushed towards him in his huge eyes.

With a roar, the flames arrived in front of Young Master Yi at an extremely strange speed almost instantly, as if they were about to swallow it.
Chapter completed!