The person under the feet of the short, fat old man was none other than Yan Yuhuan.
At this moment, Yan Yuhuan was in an extremely miserable state, with bleeding from his mouth and nose, and no color on his face. Mu Feng also saw that the former's arms were twisted and he could not lift them up.
Such a ruthless method, Yan Yuhuan's hands were disabled! "Oh! It's finally out, and I'm tired of playing, it's your turn!"
The short, fat old man kicked Yan Yuhuan hard with his right foot, sending Yan Yuhuan flying backwards towards Mu Feng.
Yan Yuhuan groaned and humiliatedly flew backwards towards Mu Feng. Due to his speed, bursts of explosive sounds filled the air.
The short, fat old man and the people in his team all looked joking. In their eyes, the young man who was in cahoots with Yan Yuhuan must not be very strong. He would be seriously injured even if he was hit by Yan Yuhuan.
Mu Feng's face was gloomy, and he thrust his right hand forward. Invisible spiritual power surged out from between his brows, and acted on Yan Yuhuan's body, causing his speed to drop sharply.
When he arrived in front of Mu Feng, his speed became extremely slow. Mu Feng reached forward with his right hand, caught Yan Yuhuan, and held him in his hand.
"Mr. Yan! Are you okay?"
Mu Feng immediately began to check Yan Yuhuan's condition and found that although the latter's injuries were serious, most of them were superficial injuries. Although there were not many internal injuries, several internal injuries were serious and even hurt deep inside the organs.
"I'm fine! Mu Feng, you have to be careful, these people are from the Xueluo sect, especially this old guy is a half-step martial arts sect, so his strength should not be underestimated!"
Yan Yuhuan whispered to Mu Feng.
Although he knew that Mu Feng's mental power had reached the level of a Grandmaster, he also understood that the actual combat power of a Grandmaster was much weaker than that of a Wuzong, and he might not have a chance of winning against a half-step Wuzong.
Mu Feng's martial arts strength was too weak, which made Yan Yuhuan worried.
"Xueluo Faction?"
Mu Feng was startled. He suddenly felt that the name of this sect was very familiar. The group of people in Xuewu Mountain had mentioned it before.
"It was the people we rescued in Xuewu Mountain who betrayed us! They are in the team!"
Yan Yuhuan noticed the look on Mu Feng's face and pointed to the team in front.
Mu Feng looked up and saw two figures standing behind the pudgy old man. They were a middle-aged man in blue robes and a beautiful woman. It was Liu Liang and Hong Ye who they accidentally rescued on the Snowy Mountain.
At this moment, Liu Liang and Hong Ye also saw the gaze cast by Mu Feng. They grinned, their smiles were full of joking and gloating, as if they were laughing at Mu Feng's lack of knowledge at the beginning.
"It's okay for these two guys not to be grateful to us. They actually beat us up and said that we robbed their things on Xuewu Mountain and now they have invited strong men from their sect to ask for things! If I don't give it, they will attack me directly.
!”
Yan Yuhuan said angrily.
Mu Feng looked calm, but he was holding back a ball of fire in his heart. If he had known that these two people had such ugly faces, he would have killed them all in Xuewu Mountain.
"Hand over your things! Hand over all the treasures that you robbed Liu Liang and Hongye in the Snowy Mountains! I am not an unreasonable person. If you hand them over obediently, I will not kill you. I will only destroy your cultivation.
Serve as a warning to others!”
The short and fat old man glanced at Mu Feng in surprise, secretly thinking that this man had some strength, but he didn't take it too seriously. Instead, he walked towards Mu Feng in a showy manner, and with half a step, the martial arts aura burst out, crushing him.
On Mu Feng, hope crushed him.
"Mr. Yan! Which hand did he use to hit you?"
Mu Feng asked in a deep voice.
Yan Yuhuan was startled and said: "Hands and feet!"
"Okay! Then I'll cut off his hands and feet, and let him crawl over to you in person to apologize!"
Mu Feng nodded and walked towards the short, fat old man step by step. His momentum suddenly burst out and swept the entire backyard.
"Half-step Martial Emperor?
You actually want to cut off my hands and feet?
Haha, you’re going to make me laugh so hard!”
The short and fat old man stopped. After feeling Mu Feng's breath, he couldn't help laughing, his plump face full of mocking and sarcastic smiles.
"Did I hear correctly?
A Half-Step Martial Emperor actually said harsh words to Elder Zuo of our Xueluo Sect, threatening to cut off his hands and feet?"
"Haha! Did you hear that right? I've heard a lot of jokes, but none of them are as funny as what this guy said?"
"..." Everyone in the Xueluo Sect team burst into laughter. They all insulted Mu Feng wantonly and mocked Mu Feng, thinking that Mu Feng had lost his mind and gone crazy! There is a huge difference between the half-step Martial Emperor and the half-step Martial Sect.
, the gap is huge, but this guy actually threatened to chop off the hands and feet of Half-step Wuzong. I really don’t know what he was thinking.
Liu Liang and Hong Ye also shook their heads and laughed, secretly thinking that this young man really loves to talk nonsense and dares to say anything. He is completely out of his mind and will probably suffer a lot later.
A large group of people surrounding the backyard also shook their heads secretly, thinking that this young man was crazy.
Mu Feng looked calm as he walked out step by step, his speed getting faster and faster, and the thirteen realms in his body instantly exploded.
A layer of realms was like a heavy mountain, crushing on the short and fat old man one after another, causing his body to stiffen immediately, his face turned red from suppressing it, and his eyes showed a look of horror.
Mu Feng suddenly burst out of the earth realm, which was so terrifying that his body was frozen instantly.
He tried his best to encourage his domain and spiritual energy, but was shocked to find that his domain was completely suppressed and even showed signs of collapse.
He understood that the field that the young man in front of him broke out was much more powerful than his senior one.
But how is this possible?
This guy is obviously just a half-step Martial Emperor, how can he be stronger than him in the field, and so much stronger.
A sharp sword light flashed away, and the target of this sword light was the short and fat old man.
"Asshole!"
Under the crisis of life and death, the short and fat old man unleashed his full potential. The terrifying spiritual energy surged out like a tsunami, leaving him barely able to move his limbs. He pushed out his palms with difficulty to face the sword light in front of him.
But what shocked him was that the moment the sword light was so close, it split into four sword rays, which immediately spread out, avoiding his palms, crossing four arcs, and struck his hands and feet.
above.
Pfft! The pudgy old man only felt pain in his limbs, and he watched helplessly as his hands and feet were broken, his flesh and blood flew everywhere, his limbs fell to the ground, and his body staggered and fell heavily to the ground.
After instantly cutting off the pudgy old man's limbs, Mu Feng walked past him and stood behind the pudgy old man. The terrifying thirteenth level realm immediately disappeared.
The two of them fought so fast that it was over in the blink of an eye, and the people around them didn't even see the battle clearly.
"Ah! My hands and feet..." The short and fat old man reacted, screamed, and quickly used his spirit energy to stop the blood spurting out of the wound. Although his cultivation was strong, the pain of severed hands and feet was still not the same.