Hearing this, Bei Fengjie's eyes kept rolling, but he cursed that person in his heart. If you ask me to kill someone, you have to find someone I can kill easily, right? Although this boy's cultivation is not as good as him, but he can learn
His martial arts skills are so powerful, and it seems that the opponent did not use his full strength!
Bei Fengjie was not stupid, he immediately knew that this time it was the iron plate of the railway.
Shaking his head, Bei Fengjie said coldly: "If you block my car, of course I will kill you."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Yifeng looked at Bei Fengjie. His cold eyes were like a sharp sword. Bei Fengjie, a dandy young master, actually felt his body getting cold. What kind of terrifying look was this? This young man seemed to have killed many people.
.
"Since you don't say it, I won't force it. Now, kneel down and admit your mistake."
"This...did I hear it correctly? He actually asked the young master of the Iron Sword Sect to kneel down and admit his mistake!"
"Weird things happen every year, especially this year."
Not to mention the spectators were surprised, even Bei Fengjie was surprised: "You, you want me to kneel down and admit your mistake?"
"What? Is it difficult?" Zhang Yifeng asked back.
Bei Fengjie smiled: "It's not difficult, but I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. Once I kneel down for you, it means that my Iron Sword Sect has lost its dignity. Do you think the people of the Iron Sword Sect will let you go?"
After Bei Fengjie finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng remained silent, as if he was lost in thought.
Before, he would have made Bei Fengjie kneel down and admit his mistake. Otherwise, he would have killed him!
But now, he has a mission. If he kills Bei Fengjie or causes big trouble, his mission will become more difficult.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Yifeng said: "Okay, there's no need to kneel down."
Hearing this, Bei Fengjie suddenly burst into laughter: "I thought you were so manly that you would be timid. What? Are you afraid of my Iron Sword Sect?"
Zhang Yifeng looked calm and continued: "There is no need to kneel down, but you still have to apologize."
"What do you mean?" Bei Fengjie's smile suddenly solidified.
"Isn't it obvious what I mean? Apologize!"
"What if I don't know? What can you do to me!" Bei Fengjie smiled coldly.
Zhang Yifeng didn't speak, just shook his head lightly.
The next moment, his figure appeared next to Bei Fengjie like a ghost. Without any warning, he hit Bei Fengjie on the chest.
Just as Bei Fengjie stood up, he was knocked back by Zhang Yifeng.
Before he could stand up, Zhang Yifeng's foot had already stepped on Bei Fengjie's right hand.
"Apologise, or have my hand crushed under my feet, you choose one."
Zhang Yifeng's voice was extremely calm, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.
"you dare!"
Bei Fengjie shouted coldly.
Zhang Yifeng did not answer, but suddenly exerted force with his right foot.
Click, click.
There seemed to be a sound of bone cracking coming from Bei Fengjie's right hand.
"Do you think I dare?"
Zhang Yifeng's voice came.
"You... aren't you afraid of my Iron Sword Sect?"
"Not afraid." Zhang Yifeng replied readily, and then he said again, "My patience is limited. I gave you three breaths. After three breaths, you haven't apologized yet. Then, I'm sorry, your hand is gone
scrapped."
Zhang Yifeng's words made the surrounding area extremely quiet.
Ruthless man, this young man who looks very young seems to be a ruthless person as well.
Bei Fengjie was kicked on the iron plate this time.
"One breath."
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng has started counting down.
Bei Fengjie's expression suddenly changed. He clenched his fists tightly and sweat dripped from his forehead. It seemed as if this decision was difficult to complete.
It is indeed difficult for someone who is used to being arrogant and domineering to give in.
"Two breaths."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came again, neither urgent nor slow.
Bei Fengjie became more and more nervous, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. It was difficult for him to speak, and he didn't know whether he should bet with his own hands that this kid wouldn't dare to step on him!
But Zhang Yifeng didn't give him a chance to think too much or hesitate, and Zhang Yifeng's voice came again.
"Three (breaths)..."
Before Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, Bei Fengjie suddenly said: "I'm sorry! I apologize, I know I was wrong!"
His voice was full of reluctance.
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "I'm not asking you to apologize to me, but to Hongzhu, she is over there."
As he spoke, he pointed to the red candle beside the street.
Bei Fengjie was angry at that time: "You! Don't go too far."
"Did I go too far for you in the first place?" Zhang Yifeng asked back.
"Okay! Okay! You have the guts. I finally understand why someone wants to kill you. Because you are more arrogant than me, but you don't have my background. I hope you can live a few more days."
Bei Fengjie's words made Zhang Yifeng tremble.
Someone wants to kill him, and this is the news he wants to know.
"Who wants to kill me?"
Zhang Yifeng spoke coldly.
"You don't need to ask me, you will know. He usually has a back-up plan when doing things. You'd better pray secretly, maybe you can still see the sun tomorrow morning."
Bei Fengjie smiled coldly. After saying this, he did not apologize again, but suddenly stood up and quickly got into the beast cart.
The groom was also a spirited person. When he saw Bei Fengjie coming up, he immediately drove away.
Zhang Yifeng watched the beast cart leave without stopping it. It didn't matter to him whether Bei Fengjie apologized to Hongzhu or not. What mattered was who wanted to kill him.
He had just arrived in Qianmu City not long ago, and he had been living in the Su family since then, without having any quarrel with anyone.
"It's him?"
Zhang Yifeng could only think of one possibility, but he couldn't be sure.
"Is there any backup plan?"
Zhang Yifeng frowned tightly.
He didn't take Bei Fengjie seriously, but he had to be on guard against Bei Fengjie's backhand. Beifengjie's cultivation was already at the fourth level of the Spirit Silence Stage. How strong would his backhand be? As long as the opponent's cultivation was three levels higher than his, then
It's very tricky. After all, the golden points in his body have not recovered yet. If he wants to go beyond the third level to fight the enemy, his only reliance is the Cold Mountain Ice Lotus.
If the opponent attacks openly, it's okay, and he can still hope to defeat the opponent, but if he suddenly makes a killing move secretly, it will be impossible to prevent him.
From this moment on, Zhang Yifeng continued to release his spiritual consciousness, covering a distance of fifty meters around him.
This is the first time that he has blatantly released his spiritual consciousness in the world of cultivation.
There is a bad consequence of doing this. If you meet a cultivator with equally powerful spiritual consciousness, he will be noticed by others. Using spiritual consciousness to probe people is a kind of disrespect for any cultivator.
But, for the sake of safety, he couldn't care so much.
Moreover, although his cultivation level is not strong, the strength of his spiritual consciousness is far greater than his cultivation level. If he is not unlucky, he still will not meet a master who is proficient in spiritual consciousness.
"Zhang Yifeng, thank you, let's go get things done quickly."
Just when Zhang Yifeng was thinking, Hongzhu's voice came. Such an episode happened. She no longer dared or was in the mood to wander around.
Now she just wants to go to Linglong Pavilion quickly, get her things and go back.