Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1234: Rumors and Gossip

He murmured, knowing that Ye Fengsheng couldn't find the answer. If he truly wanted to know, he would have to ask his grandfather in the future. After all, he was someone who decided to come to the Ye Family with a pure heart. He should have some impression.

Of course, what Ye Fengsheng didn't know was that the Taoist had once stolen the Jin Xinge from the Pei Family and then exchanged Qing Xinxue with the then head of the family along with Jing Xinqiu. He shouted that he was bound to Qingxin Village, but was ultimately destroyed by a second Sect Master who wasn't the rightful one, forcing him to hastily escape with just one hand "pinching his fingers."

Seeing this disciple use his two eyes to defeat the enemy yet not kill him was truly merciful.

Ye Fengsheng, who was recuperating in the mountains, opened his eyes once again. Previously, he hadn't felt much because his aura was shaken by a palm. Now, after the aura was recondensed, under the meaning of Qingxin Jue, the cultivators in the sky who coveted him naturally revealed themselves.

Recalling the old saying, Ye Fengsheng instinctively wanted to scold the elderly for being careless. When he was brought here, he had to provoke another group to quarrel. However, due to his injuries, he could only turn the words in his mouth into rumors in his heart.

Then he flew up, patted the monk's back, and the monk carefully gazed at his own sky. At the same time, he concealed his body. When the spirit surged, the monk's body fell like a meteor, with an inappropriate courage of thousands. When it buried in the ground, the entire mountain shook.

Even Ye Fengsheng didn't know how powerful that palm was. It was feared that only the monk, whose whole body was buried in the ground with only one foot struggling, truly knew.

Due to exhaustion, his injuries resurfaced, and Ye Feng's mouth was filled with blood, but he wasn't angry. He wiped it with his thumb and smeared it on his tattered clothes, slowly landing. With one hand, he lifted the cultivator off the ground, looked at his bloody face, and asked, "Which sect are you from?"

I don't know if it was because of the heavy hand that hurt him or because he was caught and unwilling to admit it. In any case, the cultivator didn't even open his eyes, let alone grit his teeth.

Ye Fengsheng was not in a hurry. He stood on his root and slowly moved with his Qingxin Formula. When his body was full of spirituality, it bloomed like a colorless and transparent lotus flower, petals scattering. As it spread, everything wrapped within the range was transfigured.

Suddenly, autumn rain poured down. Clearly, there were no clouds in the sky, yet it produced such a strange phenomenon. Ye Fengsheng didn't get the answer from the monk's mouth. He looked around and walked under the ancient tree to take shelter from the rain. Meanwhile, he threw the monk in his hand to the ground.

Though strange, Ye Fengsheng should be considered lucky. After all, it's rare to encounter both sunshine and rain. If you follow common sense, a rainbow will appear after the rain. This is still a joyful thing.

The raindrops pattered on the dark brown and black mountain road, quickly muddying it. Watching the dust splashed by the raindrops, Ye Feng squinted, and an uneasy feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

This feeling came from the mysterious ancient way on one hand, and the "demonic beast" mentioned in the monk's words on the other.

Because of the rain and sunshine, his eyes turned cold again. He turned his gaze back to the monk's face. Ye Fengsheng didn't want to continue talking to him. He opened his mouth, chilling to the bone.

"If you don't do it, you'll die."

The cultivator's face was full of blood. The filthy bloodstains made him unable even to open his eyes. When he heard the voice and argued, he still maintained his pride. He lifted his head and cursed, "Demonic beast!"

Before Ye Fengsheng could let his voice fall, he raised his hand and slapped the cultivator's face heavily. The power it contained would soon become tenacious.

The cultivator, who didn't know how to grow bone, flew out. His body was like a puppet out of control, leaping from this half-dry place and being buried in the muddy mountain soil. After pulling out a long groove, it shattered into pieces.

Watching the bright red blood gradually washed away by the rain, Ye Feng's voice appeared indifferent.

Since he knew his comrades would come, there was no need to go on with such a tough man. If he killed them, he would kill them. One "demonic beast" had already made Ye Fengsheng anxious. Nothing was worth considering further.

The sun and rain came quickly and left quickly. The blood on the ground had not completely washed away when the sudden rain curtain disappeared without a trace. After the rain, Ye Fengsheng looked up at the still azure sky and turned around. He didn't find the colors of the painting, which inevitably led to a bit of disappointment. Almost simultaneously considering this, it was different from the previous monk. After he determined his main blockage had been reduced to negligible, in the perception of Qing Xinyue, four shadows in the sky approached.

Raising his eyebrows, Ye Fengsheng followed the prestige, and his eyes glowed. Recognizing the three men and one woman dressed in uniform, he thought for a while but couldn't remember which sect the clothes belonged to. He just didn't think about it. He stood where he was, quietly waiting for the four people to arrive, and his eyes inadvertently caught a hint of rainbow on the horizon, easing the unsettled mood.

Encountering this sudden autumn rain and seeing the expected rainbow, although the event was abrupt, it was also the result and should be considered an auspicious thing.

Thinking like this in his heart, the people in the sky seemed to know that Ye Fengsheng was present below. When they quickly descended from the sky, they looked around, searching everywhere in the mud.

At this time, no one even noticed the presence of Ye Fengsheng's voice in front of them.

Until someone found fragments of clothing similar to their own in the groove on the ground, the blood at the bottom of the groove became very thin with the rain's wash, and the faces of the four people finally changed. The leading bearded cultivator looked at Ye Fengsheng, as if there were no one in front of him, as if to strengthen the team's momentum. "Where is my little brother Zhu now?"

This was the fourth time he heard someone say such words. The deeply ingrained thoughts in Ye Fengsheng's heart had disappeared. He really wasn't interested in continuing to entangle with them.

With eyes full of pure light, Ye Feng took a step forward. His spirit rolled like a dragon. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The four monks felt the power contained in this atmosphere, and they were shocked. One after another, they retreated, looked at each other, revealing an emotion of "misjudgment."

People thought these five could capture this fierce beast, but they didn't want to find its traces. Now that Xiao Zhu was dead, there was no corpse, and this spirit was more powerful than the principal's spirit. In an instant, they could completely brush their thoughts against the enemy, but couldn't say their original desire.

Interestingly, our family wants to take root in Qilian, so following this news to eliminate this fierce beast, but now we can't even think of a face-to-face martial art, it has died, died, injured. It's not that we're bluffing. It's another statement of whether we can survive and return.

In his heart, he thought of the bearded cultivator, who just tried his best to escape, had forgotten his brotherhood. He finally learned this skill from a master all day long. How could he die here!