Jin Xuyi looked at Ye Kunlun in front of her in surprise again, wondering if he had anything to do with this matter?
"Lord Jin!"
At this time, the old man who took the lead just now came back and asked.
"Did anyone really go out just now?"
Faced with another question, Jin Xuyi paused, nodded and said: "No one!"
Saying that, Jin Xuyi glanced at Ye Kunlun again and said in her heart: Except him.
The old man scratched his head and wondered: "It's strange, I can't find it anywhere. Did the little thief escape by hiding?"
Then, the old man looked at the unfamiliar face of Ye Feng with confusion, feeling that this person was very suspicious.
But, then I thought again, that little thief stole the ancestor's Dharmakaya, so he couldn't do it empty-handed.
Looking at Ye Feng again, he had nothing, not even a bag.
It shouldn't be him...
The old man shook his head, then turned around and returned to the underground palace, preparing to dig three feet into the ground to find some clues.
"I'll take you out!" Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Feng, the general in gold-lined clothes, successfully led Ye Feng out of Luzu Palace.
"Why do you want to hide it for me?" Ye Feng asked curiously.
"Because I believe you, you are not that kind of person." Jin Xuyi said firmly.
After all, the person in front of him is a talent that even his adoptive father recognizes, and he wants to be introduced into the army.
How could he be the little thief the Taoists call him?
Maybe it's really just a coincidence that it appears here.
When Ye Feng heard this, he smiled calmly.
I thought to myself: If I were to change back to my true appearance, I would probably say something else again, right?
But right now, Ye Feng doesn't want to cause trouble.
Stealing the Dharmakaya is only the first step.
And next, he had to go to another more secret place to bury the Dharmakaya according to the request of Mr. Chu.
Naturally, I don't have time to waste time here.
"Thank you." Ye Feng said simply and said goodbye, "I owe you a favor. If you need help in the future, you can come to me at any time!"
After Ye Feng successfully escaped from Baiyun Temple, he went all the way down the mountain and headed north.
Since he was working for Mr. Chu secretly, Ye Feng went on the road alone without notifying anyone.
After walking a few kilometers, I suddenly met a group of enemies on a narrow road halfway.
"Ye...Ye Feng!?"
Facing him, Xu Xiang, one of the four tigers of the Xu family, recognized Ye Feng at a glance.
"Why are you here!? Have you... ever gone to Baiyun Temple to compete in the ring?"
Because the relevant memories had been erased, everyone in the Xu family was very surprised to see Ye Feng here again.
At this time, everyone in the Xu family at Yingzui Peak in Changbai Mountain was in a very embarrassed state.
Since the head of the family, Xu Damabang, had been killed without any explanation, the eldest son, Kaishanhu Xu Fu, was carrying his father's body on his back and walking with difficulty.
The rest of the people also looked a little lost, like cocks that had been defeated in a fight.
What makes them even more depressed and angry is that they don't even know who the murderer is. They want to take revenge, but they can't find anyone...
"You..." Xu Xiang gasped, stared at Ye Feng, and asked loudly, "Is my father's death... related to you?"
This was originally supposed to be a competition between Ye Feng and the Seventh Guwu Clan, but as a result, the Xu family from their Changbai Mountain lineage was also implicated and died inexplicably.
Although they did not believe that Ye Feng, a man who did not even dare to show his face, would be the murderer of the big boss, they were almost certain that he must have something to do with the real murderer behind the scenes.
"Did you do it?" Xu Xiang asked loudly.
Hearing this, Ye Feng smiled faintly: "Guess!"
"I guess your mom!"
Ye Feng's attitude completely angered Xu Xiang, the ill Taisui. He was already angry because of the loss of his father and had nowhere to vent.
He even focused all his resentment on Ye Feng.
With that said, Xu Xiang was about to step forward to deal with Ye Feng and take out his anger on him.
"Fourth!"
At this time, the second son Xu Lu stepped forward and grabbed the fourth brother.
"Your old wounds haven't healed yet, let me kill this kid!"
Xu Lu is also a rugged man, tall and tall. You can see the shadow of his father in him.
Moreover, he is also the strongest among the four tigers of the Xu family. He is the only one who can carry a big horse stick with one hand, and is the most rare person among the Xu family.
Before his death, Xu Damabang wanted him to take over from him and take the top spot on Yingzui Peak.
Now that his father is dead, Xu Lu walks out carrying the big horse stick left by his father.
Then, the huge horse stick, like a plaything, was knocked in his thick palm, and a huge sound broke out.
It was like knocking on a mountain to shake a tiger, the sound was astonishing.
"Boy, is my father's death related to you?" Xu Lu asked fiercely, "If you can reveal who is behind the scenes, I will give you a pleasure and smash your head with a stick!"
"Otherwise, I will break your limbs bit by bit and make you taste all the pain in the world!"
Xu Lu's threat, in Ye Feng's view, was as weak as the wind.
Even if their father, Xu Damafang, is still alive and half-stepped into the divine realm, he can kill him with one sword!
Now, can we still be afraid of these little brats who can't even reach the realm of transformation?
"What if I said that your father died at my hands!?"
In a sense, Xu Damafang did die in his own hands.
"Hmph! You dare to utter arrogant words when you are about to die!" Xu Lu waved the horse stick in his hand, "Whether it is you or not, I will let you go to bury my father with me today!" This chapter has been completed!
