When Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, everyone at the scene was confused. They thought that this kid had some kind of background and feelings. He was just an ant trying to please others. The young man laughed at that time and said: "I thought you had some kind of background, but it turns out you are also an ant."
Just an ant."
Zhang Yifeng looked at the laughing crowd and said calmly: "Everyone's birth cannot be determined by themselves. Maybe you were born better than me, but it does not mean that you are superior to me. Heroes never ask about their origins, and their origins cannot determine
Height. Only a idiot would always talk about his identity as a certain young master."
As soon as Zhang Yifeng said this, everyone at the scene stopped smiling. Some people even looked at Zhang Yifeng with a hint of appreciation.
To be able to say such words calmly in the face of a strong person is a manifestation of ability. This alone is enough to impress people.
It's a pity that appreciation is appreciation, and reality is reality after all. If a person with no background actually challenges the young master of a high-end town, he is looking for death.
At this time, somewhere in a corner, a woman covered in black turned her head to look at Zhang Yifeng, with curiosity in her eyes.
The woman is holding tea in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. As a swordsman, she never leaves her hand.
"Boy, who are you calling a fool?"
The young man's angry voice came out. Wasn't Zhang Yifeng calling him a fool in disguise?
Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said: "What do you think, you idiot."
The young man was angry at that time: "Young man, if this wasn't the territory of the Wuji Merchant Alliance, do you think you could still stand here and talk to me?"
Zhang Yifeng nodded suddenly: "If you don't tell me, I have forgotten that this is the territory of the Wuji Merchant Alliance. It would be really troublesome for me to kill you here."
Zhang Yifeng said, turned around and left the inn.
This move shocked everyone present.
"This kid left the inn, what is he going to do? Is he looking for death!"
"Although this kid was born in a humble way, I have to say that he is quite talented."
"Tsk, tsk, such a bloody boy is suitable to be my disciple of the old blood ghost, provided that he can survive."
In the inn, some felt that Zhang Yifeng was seeking death, while others took a fancy to Zhang Yifeng's bloody character.
Zhang Yifeng's voice was still lingering, and he had already left the inn.
"Where does this boy named Zhang Yifeng get his confidence from?"
"Let's go, follow."
In an instant, many strong men who were watching the excitement came out of the inn.
"People outside, make room!"
These strong men released their coercion at the same time, gaining a small territory for Zhang Yifeng and the youth.
"What...what's going on?"
At this time, the movement here attracted everyone's attention. The space in the valley was not very spacious to begin with. It can be said that one person is one person at three steps, and after such a drama, it can be said that one person is one person at two steps.
"I don't know. It seems that he is an unknown young man who wants to challenge the young master of the high-end town."
"What, the unknown young man challenges the young master of the high-end town, is this looking for death?"
"Who knows, I guess there is something wrong with my brain."
More and more people were attracted, even people from the Baoqi Pavilion next door came out, including Xuemei’s shopping guide.
"It's indeed him!"
Xuemei's shopping guide trembled. When she heard that it was an unknown young man who challenged the senior town master, she had a hunch that this person might be Zhang Yifeng. Now that she saw it, she was really shocked.
"This kid is simply looking for death."
Xuemei's shopping guide shook her head, and then without hesitation, she immediately turned around and returned to Baoqi Pavilion. This matter must be reported to Shopkeeper Situ. She could see that Shopkeeper Situ was very fond of this boy.
…
"Boy, how do you want to die?"
From the crowd, the young man's arrogant voice came. This sentence was clearly addressed to Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng didn't bother to pay attention to the young man at all. He turned to look at the strong men around him and said calmly: "Whoever has a sword, please lend me one."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong man threw a sword.
"This is the best weapon, called the Qinggang Sword. Boy, I appreciate your saying that heroes don't care about their origins, and birth cannot determine height. Some people have a superior background, but it does not mean that they are superior to others."
This is a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He has experienced many battles at first glance. He should be a strong man without much background. "Oh my god, this is a top-notch weapon! A weapon of this level."
, as long as there is no defense, a child can assassinate a strong man with it."
"This middle-aged man must be a powerful casual cultivator, and his strength is definitely not weak."
"Although the best weapons are good, unfortunately, they are of little use in your hands. I'm afraid you are not a master yet, right?"
The young man's sarcastic voice came. Even though Zhang Yifeng was holding the best weapon, he didn't take Zhang Yifeng seriously.
"ignorance."
Zhang Yifeng didn't want to talk nonsense at all, and the spiritual energy all over his body was suddenly released. This spiritual energy surged, and the master's later cultivation was fully revealed.
"This...the aura of the master's late stage!"
"This boy is so young, yet he has the cultivation level of a late master. I'm afraid it's impossible for him to have no family or sect."
Amidst the shocked discussions among the warriors, Zhang Yifeng attacked without warning.
The spiritual energy all over his body condensed rapidly. These condensed energy formed a spiritual energy magic sword. The cultivators who were still discussing at first widened their eyes on the spot.
"How can it be!"
Above Zhang Yifeng's head, there are densely packed spiritual energy swords, like a galaxy of swords. At first glance, you can't tell how many swords there are! In addition, among these spiritual energy swords, there is also that top-quality sword, but no one knows which one.
That's the real sword.
"Three Thousand Fantasy Swords. Kill!"
The next moment, Zhang Yifeng shouted coldly.
The Sword Dao Galaxy descended from the sky and arranged themselves into a sword array. From the sky and the earth, in all directions, it seemed endless. Three thousand swords quickly poured towards the young man.
In just the blink of an eye, the young man's figure disappeared, and his body was completely surrounded by the phantom sword.
Three thousand swords, what a terrifying number.
On the side, Sima Han's whole body was trembling. Isn't this his master's secret skill "Fantasy Sword"? Even his master only mastered three hundred and five hundred phantom swords, but when he came to Zhang Yifeng, he turned into a phantom sword.
Three thousand!
The powerful relationship here is more than just one plus one.
"Break it for me!"
The young man was heard shouting lowly, and a muffled bang was heard. The phantom sword surrounding the young man instantly disappeared into thin air.
This young man is also a strong person in the late stage of master.
"No, there is also a sword!"
In the crowd, someone suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and a warrior discovered that not all swords were shattered.
"Where is the sword? I didn't see it."
"There is a sword hilt on his head!"
After everyone heard this, they immediately took a closer look. At that moment, everyone's pupils kept shrinking.
There was indeed a sword hilt on the young man's head, and the sword hilt was inserted into the young man's head. In other words, there was a sword that penetrated the young man's head and penetrated the young man's body.