Chapter 697: Spike

After Zhang Yifeng's words fell, everyone on the scene was stunned, thinking that this kid had any background and feelings, just a grandstanding ant. The young man laughed at the time and said, "I thought you were an ant for some reason."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the people who laughed, and his eyes were flat and plain: "Everyone's birth cannot be determined by themselves. Maybe you are born better than me, but this does not mean that you are superior to me. A hero never asks where he comes from, and his birth cannot decide. Height. Only a straw bag can he often say his identity as a young master."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng said this sentence, the people at the scene stopped smiling. Some people even looked at Zhang Yifeng's eyes with a hint of appreciation.

Facing the strong, being able to say such things frankly is a manifestation of ability. At this point, it's enough to make people admire.

Unfortunately, appreciation belongs to appreciation, and reality is reality after all. If a person who had no background in the world had to challenge the young master of the high-level town, it would be a dead end.

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 holds tea in her left hand and a sword in her right. As a swordsman, the sword does not leave her hand.

"Boy, who do you mean?"

Then the angry voice of the youth came, isn't Zhang Yifeng scolding him in a disguised form as a idiot.

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly, and said, "What do you think, idiot."

The young man was angry at that time: "The kid has a kind. If it weren't for the Wuji Commercial League, do you think you could stand here and talk to me?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded suddenly: "Don't you say that I also forgot that this is the site of the Promise Business Alliance. It is indeed troublesome for me to kill you here."

Zhang Yifeng said, turned and left the inn.

This move stunned everyone on the scene.

"This kid left the inn, what is he going to do? Is he going to die!"

"Although this kid was born humble, but I have to say that this kid is very kind."

"Tsk tsk, such a **** kid is suitable to be a disciple of my **** old ghost, provided that if he can live."

In the inn, some felt that Zhang Yifeng was looking for death, and some others liked Zhang Yifeng's **** character.

Zhang Yifeng's voice is still floating, and people have left the inn.

"This kid is called Zhang Yifeng, where does his confidence come from?"

"Go, follow up."

In an instant, many strong people who watched the excitement followed from the inn.

"People outside, make room!"

At the same time, these strong men released coercion and won a small territory for Zhang Yifeng and the youth.

"This...what's the situation?"

At this time, the movement here attracted everyone's attention. The space in the valley is not very relaxed, it can be said that it is three steps one person, plus such a drama, it can be described as two steps one person.

"I don't know, it seems to be an unknown junior who wants to challenge the young master of the senior town."

"What, the unknown junior challenged the young master of the high-level town, is this looking for death?"

"Who knows, I guess there is a problem with my brain."

More and more people were attracted, even the people from the treasure house next door came out, and Xue Mei's shopping guide was among them.

"Sure enough it is him!"

Xue Mei's shopping guide trembled. When she heard that an unknown junior challenged the senior town master, she had a hunch at the time that this person might be Zhang Yifeng. Now she was really shocked when she saw it.

"This kid is looking for death."

The shopping guide Xue Mei shook her head, and then without hesitation, she turned back to the treasure house immediately. This matter must be reported to the shopkeeper Situ. She could see that the shopkeeper Situ liked this kid very much.

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"Boy, how do you want to die?"

Among the crowd, the arrogant voice of the youth came. This sentence was clearly addressed to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng didn't bother to pay attention to the youth at all. He turned his head to look at the strong men around him, and said lightly: "Who has a sword, lend me one."

After his words fell, a strong man soon threw a sword.

"This is a superb weapon called Qinggang Sword. Boy, I admire your saying that a hero does not determine the height regardless of where he is born. Some people have superior backgrounds, but it doesn't mean they can be superior."

This is a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He has experienced a lot of battles at first glance. He should also be a strong man with no background. "My God, shooting is a superb weapon! A weapon of this level! As long as there is no defense, a child can assassinate the strong with it."

"This middle-aged man is definitely a strong casual cultivator, and his strength is definitely not weak."

"The best weapons are good, but unfortunately they are of little use in your hands. I'm afraid you are not a master yet?"

The young ridiculous voice came, even if Zhang Yifeng was holding the best weapon, he did not take Zhang Yifeng to heart.

"ignorance."

Zhang Yifeng didn't want to talk nonsense at all, his whole body suddenly released aura. This aura is surging, and the master's later cultivation is fully revealed.

"This... the breath of the master later!"

"This kid is so young that he is actually the master's later cultivation base. I am afraid it is impossible to have no school or school."

Amidst the consternation of the warriors, Zhang Yifeng attacked without warning.

His whole body quickly condenses. These condensed Qi form a magic sword of spiritual energy. The repairer who was still discussing, his eyes widened on the spot.

"how is this possible!"

Above Zhang Yifeng's head, aura swords are densely packed, like a kendo galaxy. At first glance, there is no idea how many swords there are! In addition, in these aura swords, there is also the best sword, but no one knows which one is the real sword.

"Three thousand magic swords. Kill!"

The next moment, Zhang Yifeng gave a cold drink.

The kendo galaxy descended from the sky and arranged to form a sword formation. The sky and the earth, in all directions, seemed to be endless, and three thousand swords quickly rushed to the youth.

In the blink of an eye, the young man's figure disappeared, and his body was completely surrounded by the magic sword.

Three thousand swords, what a terrifying number.

On the side, Sima Han's whole body trembled. Isn't this his master's unique "Phantom Sword"? Even if his master has mastered only three hundred and five hundred magic swords, when Zhang Yifeng is here, he has become three thousand magic swords!

The powerful relationship is more than just one plus one.

"Break it for me!"

Just listen to the young man sipping low, and a muffled boom came. The magic sword surrounding the youth vanished in an instant.

This young man is also a strong man in the late master.

"No, there is a sword!"

In the crowd, someone suddenly uttered an exclamation, and a warrior discovered that not all swords had been shattered.

"Where is the sword? I haven't seen it."

"He has a sword hilt on his head!"

Everyone heard the words and immediately took a look. At that moment, everyone's pupils kept shrinking.

There was indeed a sword hilt on the young man's head, and the hilt was inserted into the young man's head. In other words, a sword pierced the youth's head and penetrated the youth's body.