Chapter 1996 No Home

"Jinpeng Demon Emperor Fanzhen, how sure are you that you can kill me? 10%, half...or will you be killed by me?"

Xiao Yi stood proudly on the sky. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

At this moment, he was like a god descending, exuding an arrogance that was unparalleled. Just one look at him was enough to make people tremble with fear.

Fan Zhen's brows jumped sharply and his body trembled slightly. He didn't know whether he was too angry or was frightened by Xiao Yi's strength in front of him.

One sword shocked Fanzhen.

Xiao Yi smiled slightly, pulled Ye Feng in front of him, and said loudly to Fanzhen below: "He killed your son Fanlou and took away the divine bow that you relied on to dominate the world. You want to kill him, right?"

Fan Zhen just looked at Xiao Yi, without nodding or shaking his head.

The majestic Jinpeng Demon Emperor, one of the eight superior races of the demon clan, was as quiet as ice in front of Xiao Yi.

"I came to your Jinpeng tribe today to tell you that Ye Feng is my Xiao Yi's sworn brother. From now on, if you Jinpeng demon tribe dares to touch a hair of my second brother, I, Xiao Yi, will definitely come to visit you again. I will kill you Jinpeng. In the Holy City, no chickens or dogs will be left.”

"Have you...remembered it?"

"Xiao Yi, you...are you the young master Yi from the Xiao family of Tiandao Sect who killed his mother and massacred his relatives more than ten years ago?" On the tower, Su Mo, who was already extremely shocked, even revealed his expression. Trembling color.

Xiao Yi did not answer her question.

Without even looking at Fan Zhen and Su Mu, he took Ye Feng and left directly.

Watching the two people's disappearing figures, Jinpeng Demon King Fanzhen didn't come back to his senses until they were completely out of sight.

He suddenly slapped Su Mo hard on the face, sending Su Mo flying away. When he landed on the ground, his mouth and nose were already covered with blood.

"What a good thing you did! I have repeatedly told you, be careful of Ye Feng, be careful of Ye Feng! You just don't listen. If you weren't a crazy woman, how could you have attracted Xiao Yi, the murderer!"

Fanzhen was already furious.

His son Fanlou was killed by Ye Feng, and the top holy soldier he relied on to frighten the world fell into Ye Feng's hands. Now he is threatened by Xiao Yi, so he doesn't even have the courage to take revenge.

How had the majestic Demon Emperor ever been treated with such cowardice?

"Hmph! What a young master Yi!"

Looking at the terrifying sword mark in the giant city below, Fan Zhen's face was livid, and his eyes were full of fear.

Xiao Yi, this extraordinary genius who is known as the first person in the Martial God Continent in three hundred years, has been regarded as the biggest threat by the two alien races, the Shui Tribe and the Yao Tribe, as early as more than ten years ago.

When they heard that he had gone crazy, the two clans were extremely happy. However, they did not expect that more than ten years later, this man would not only appear again, but his cultivation would become even more terrifying.

Although Fan Zhen was a demon emperor, he still had to bow his noble head in front of Xiao Yi.

Su Mo, who fell to the ground, did not scream or cry. She just lowered her head and silently wiped the blood on her body.

No one noticed that a trace of imperceptible resentment flashed in her eyes.

…

"Second brother, eldest brother can only help you so much."

On the way back to the Wuxiang Mountains, Xiao Yi said with a smile: "This Brahma Tower is ranked average among the demon emperors of the demon clan, and in addition to the demon emperor, there are several hidden demons in the Supreme Demon Palace. Old monster, the best I can do is to intimidate them so that they dare not touch you for the time being. The rest is up to you."

"Brother, for your little brother, you are really..."

Ye Feng was moved. He and Xiao Yi had only known each other for a few days, but this cheap brother actually went to the demon clan's territory to intimidate the demons for his own safety.

There is really no way to repay such a great kindness.

"We are brothers, why are we talking about this? Brothers should help each other if they can." Xiao Yi really regarded Ye Feng as a brother.

Soon after returning to the Wuxiang Mountains, Xiao Yi did not stop and took Ye Feng straight across the entire mountain range to the other side.

Ahead, there is still a mountain peak where thick fog gathers.

Xiao Yi pointed at the mountain and said bleakly: "If you pass through this mountain, even if you return to the realm of the human race, it's time for us brothers... to say goodbye."

"Brother..."

In the past few days, Xiao Yi treated him like a brother, doing his best to solve his problems, and Ye Feng also completely accepted this big brother mentally.

Now that I'm saying goodbye, I feel quite sad in my heart.

"How about you go back with me?" Ye Feng suggested.

Xiao Yi shook his head, a trace of sadness appeared on his thin face, and sighed: "I vowed not to set foot in the territory of the Thirteen Counties from now on, how can I keep my word? Besides... Brother is already tired of the turmoil in this world, and I My only wish in this life is to do something for the human race and nothing else.”

"But, you don't want to go home and have a look?" Ye Feng said.

"Home?"

Xiao Yi sighed softly, shook his head and said: "How can I have a family when I am an exile? The whole world is shitting my house. Second brother, you can go. There is no need to worry about big brother."

"As long as I am here with the demon clan, no one dares to touch you. As for the human clan... I have something for you to bring with you, which may be able to save your life in the future."

As he spoke, he slowly took out a short wooden sword from his arms and handed it to Ye Feng.

This wooden sword doesn't look like anything special. It looks like it was carved by a child when he was naughty. The rough sword has a crooked word "Yi" carved on it.

"This is what I carved when I first started practicing martial arts when I was four years old. If one day you run into trouble, you can take this wooden sword and go to Tiandaomen to find Xiao Xiang, the head of the Xiao family. When he sees this thing, he will definitely help you. "

"If he asks you about my situation, you can tell him clearly, but don't let him come to me again. I don't see anyone else except you."

Xiao Yi looked at the wooden sword with a complicated expression.

Ye Feng did not delay.

This is Xiao Yi's intention. If he postpones it, it will seem unreasonable.

"Brother, I will definitely come back to see you when I have time." Ye Feng put away his wooden sword and said reluctantly.

"Okay, bring more wine. Brother, I haven't drank for many years! Haha..."

The two looked at each other and laughed. After laughing, Xiao Yi urged Ye Feng to get on the road quickly.

Ye Feng said goodbye immediately and turned around to leave.

"By the way, there's one more thing..."

Ye Feng had just taken a few steps when Xiao Yi suddenly shouted from behind.

He looked back and saw a look of hesitation on Xiao Yi's face, as if he wanted to say something but was trying his best to endure it.

Seeing this, Ye Feng directly cupped his fists and said, "The elder brother has done a lot of things for me. The younger brother can't repay me, but he has a destiny. Even if he speaks frankly, the younger brother will do his best to do it."

Xiao Yi hesitated for a while, and finally sighed and said: "Actually, it's not a big deal. Maybe you haven't been to Wuzong yet, right?"

"There is a little girl named Yuan in Wuzong... Well, she has grown up now and is no longer a little girl. Her name is Yuan Wuying."

"If you have a chance, help me go to Wuzong and see her. When you see her, say..." At this point, Xiao Yi hesitated again, and then suddenly shook his head: "Forget it, it's better not to disturb her. "

"Those who are exiled have no home..."

After saying that, he turned his head and swept down the mountain, never looking back at Ye Feng again.

Ye Feng saw Xiao Yi's thin back. A shabby robe was draped on him, like catkins swaying in the wind, adding an indescribable loneliness and sadness to the back.