When Yang Jingzhuo saw the middle-aged man in purple robe, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face. It was obvious that he was quite afraid of this middle-aged man in purple robe.
At this time, he was severely scolded by the other party, but he didn't even dare to say a harsh word. After glaring at Chen Feng with a full face of resentment, he turned around and left, even ignoring his relatives of the Yang family.
Seeing Yang Jingzhuo leaving, the middle-aged man in purple robe snorted coldly: "You know what's going on."
He looked at Chen Feng, with a gentle smile on his lips, and said slowly: "Your name is Chen Feng?"
Chen Feng nodded.
At this time, Yang Jingzhuo left, and Chen Feng's heart that was supporting him suddenly vented, his vision went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.
But he still managed to stand up. The middle-aged man in purple robe looked at him approvingly and said slowly: "You are only sixteen or seventeen years old, but you have such cultivation, which shows that you are extremely talented!"
"And more importantly, you have a mighty and unyielding aura in your heart. No matter how powerful your opponent is, they can only kill you but not make you surrender. Very good, very good."
He said two good words in succession, then nodded to Chen Feng, and his figure flashed, turning into a streak of purple lightning, flying towards the depths of Ziyang Sword Field, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chen Feng looked at his back with gratitude in his eyes, and murmured: "Although I don't know who you are or why you saved me, I, Chen Feng, will never forget the grace of saving my life today.
Japan will definitely repay you!"
People around him also made comments in surprise.
"Who is this middle-aged man in purple robe? He looks very powerful. Even Yang Jingzhuo is very afraid of him."
"I don't know either. I have never seen this person before. I have never heard of him either. I think he must be a master of Ziyang Sword Field."
Soon, they turned their attention and topic back to Chen Feng.
They looked at Chen Feng with very complicated eyes, including awe, admiration, admiration, and some jealousy!
A disciple sighed and said: "Chen Feng defeated the three masters of the Yang Family Courtyard one after another, and even blocked a blow from the dignified elder of the foreign sect. His reputation will spread to all the other courts, even the Ziyang Sword Field.
Everyone will hear about it!”
"Chen Feng became famous in one battle!"
Everyone nodded after hearing this, approving what he said.
After this battle, Chen Feng became famous far and wide.
All the other courtyards and all the disciples who are about to enter Ziyang Sword Field have heard about Chen Feng's reputation and know how powerful Chen Feng is.
Of course, there are many people, especially those who have never seen Chen Feng take action with their own eyes, who simply do not believe it and think others are exaggerating.
They simply didn't think that a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old could possess such great strength.
After Chen Feng returned to the Qianyuan Sect's annex, he immediately began to meditate and recuperate.
He used the Dragon Blood Combat Body and the Dragon Claw of the Destroying God one after another. Although the power was great, it also caused great damage to his body.
Simply using the Dragon Blood Combat Body and the God-Destroying Dragon Claw will only make him unable to use any Gang Qi for a period of time in the future, making him a useless person. However, using the two together can cause permanent damage to his body.
Hidden danger.
Chen Feng immediately began to retreat. The next morning, while practicing, Chen Feng suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
After spitting out the congestion, he felt that the congestion and pain in his meridians disappeared, and his whole body became very comfortable.
He exhaled softly and said to himself: "It's not bad. It should have been cured and recovered now."
Chen Feng stood up and walked out.
Suddenly, there was an extremely strong feeling of hunger in his belly, but Chen Feng understood that this did not mean that he was hungry, but that the Dragon Elephant War Heaven Art required blood essence.
In yesterday's battle, all the blood-red aura disappeared.
Dragon Elephant War Heaven Technique Now, he is extremely thirsty for the blood of monsters and beasts, and he can't wait to absorb the blood of monsters and beasts and transform it into blood-red gas.
He was about to suppress this feeling, but suddenly a loud roar came from outside: "Chen Feng, get out of here."
The sound was so loud that it penetrated the thick wall and reached Chen Feng's ears.
Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, revealed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and murmured to himself: "You don't know whether to live or die."
Saying that, he opened the door.
After pushing the door open and going out, Shen Yanbing and Bai Shanshui were already in the yard.
Shen Yanbing's complexion was much better than yesterday, and it was obvious that he had recovered from his injuries, while Bai Shanshui's complexion was even more gloomy, and he no longer looked as energetic as before.
Chen Feng looked at it and felt nervous.
He knows that as the days go by, Bai Shanshui will become less and less able to suppress the injury that has destroyed Dantian, and his strength will become worse and worse!
Seeing Chen Feng's concerned gaze, Bai Shanshui smiled and said, "Senior Brother Chen, don't worry. Don't worry about me. It's more important to deal with the provocation outside first."
Chen Feng nodded. He had nothing to do about it now, so he said no more.
The three of them walked out of the Qianyuan Sect's courtyard and saw a young man standing outside, about twenty years old, wearing an animal skin coat, which made people feel quite strange.
It was midsummer at this time, and it felt a bit hot even wearing single clothes, let alone wearing an animal skin coat, but he wrapped the animal skin coat tightly, as if he was very afraid of the cold!
His appearance is also quite peculiar. Although he is young, his hair, beard and even eyebrows are all ice white, and his skin is as if someone has frozen after death, with an air of
Cyan, full of the color of death!
He looks ordinary, but his aura is extremely huge and arrogant. He raises his chin and looks at Chen Feng and the others sideways, with disdain on his face.
Hundreds of disciples have gathered around, and they all come to watch the fun!
When Chen Feng saw this young man, he immediately frowned slightly. It was not that he was intimidated by the other person's aura, but he could feel that the other person was filled with a strong aura of death and ice.
The two mixed together and came towards Chen Feng, making Chen Feng feel very uncomfortable. He felt as if he was about to freeze to death!
He secretly thought, this person is a bit evil.
The weird young man looked at Chen Feng and said slowly: "Are you Chen Feng?"
His voice was also extremely hoarse, like two pieces of ice rubbing against each other.
Chen Feng nodded: "I am Chen Feng, who are you? What are you doing here!"
The strange young man said in a cold voice: "My name is Ye Binghan."
When these three words were spoken, a cold wind seemed to blow through, making people shiver slightly!
"Ah? It's Ye Binghan. It turns out he is Ye Binghan!"
