Chapter 320

This is more like telling him directly.

Yes.

It must be.

He must have found himself long ago.

Previous fart.

Later urine.

And now.

Obviously, it proves that he knew his existence long ago, and the purpose of his coming was directly expressed. It turned out that it was for huntian monument.

But your uncle's.

If you want muddy sky stele, you can say it directly. I'll give it to you. I'll torture me to death before I say it slowly?

In crying, the virtual shadow waved his palm.

Suddenly, the black stone tablet floating over the hall, which had not been moving, trembled gently all over.

Then it fell and fell to the ground.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng quickly turned his head and looked at the black moving bricks on the ground.

I never thought that with such good luck, a brick really fell off the roof.

Go over and pick it up.

Don't talk.

Pretty good.

"Very good."

Yi Feng weighed it in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. After all, for self-defense, it's better to have than not.

Seeing Yi Feng seemed satisfied, Xu Ying was relieved in the corner.

Although this muddy sky monument is valuable, it is not as valuable as his life.

Although he was already in the state of death, the more this situation, the more he cherished the last survival.

Looking at the countless channels linking the hall, Yi Feng casually found one and went in.

Seeing that Yi Feng finally left, the virtual shadow shrank in the corner was finally relieved. His face was full of the look of the rest of his life.

"Damn it, which ghost made it out of the ghost place!"

Walking in the winding and rugged passage, Yi Feng scolded with an ugly face. After walking for most of the day, he didn't know where to go.

"Bang bang."

Just then, he clearly heard the sound of weapons in front of him.

Yi Feng's eyes brightened and hurriedly slipped to the place where the voice came.

It was a pleasure to see two figures fighting in the passage ahead.

After a hit and collision, the two looked at each other and faced each other covetously.

The two men in the battle are a man and a woman.

The woman has a beautiful face, a tall figure and holds a three foot long front.

It is Yun Yaoyao.

However, at the moment, her face was dignified, and the corners of her mouth were still overflowing with traces of blood. It was obvious that she was hurt.

The other was a middle-aged man, dressed in gray.

He has a sewer nose and two claws. At first glance, he is a sinister man.

"The cloud is young."

"I'm afraid it's not easy to win if you're outside, but now we don't have cultivation and fight all by body. You can't be my opponent at all." The man with a hooked nose said coldly, "I advise you to catch it quickly."

Yun Yaoyao's face was full of despair, but in the face of the threat of the eagle nose, she still didn't give in. Instead, she grasped the long sword in her hand for a few minutes and said coldly: "Yan old devil, don't say those useless, just hurry if you want to start!"

"It seems that you're really toasting and not punishing. You're still tough at this time." The burning old devil said coldly, "you know, there will be no living people in this place. No one can save you."

"Fart your mother."

"I'm not human?"

However, as soon as his voice fell, a curse came from behind him, and a cold foot suddenly fell on his back.

The sudden attack made the burning old devil stagger.

As soon as his face changed, he quickly turned around and saw a young man standing behind him with a brick in his hand.

The desperate Yun Yaoyao also didn't expect that someone would save her at this time of despair.

She also hurriedly looked at her in surprise.

The sight immediately made her tremble.

This familiar figure

Isn't that the mortal who lived with her day and night before.

She was still worried about Yi Feng's life and death. She never thought that Yi Feng was still alive unharmed.

"It's great that you're all right!"

She cried in surprise.

"You used to know each other?"

When Yan Laomo heard Yun Yaoyao's voice, he immediately stared at Yi Feng with a gloomy face and shouted, "boy, even if you know each other, I want to warn you not to interfere in our affairs, or I'll let you die."

Wen Yan.

The clouds changed slightly.

He also winked at Yi Feng.

It was obviously a sign for Yi Feng to leave.

Because in her opinion, the burning old devil is not the existence that Yi Feng, a mortal, can afford.

Since Yi Feng can pick up a life, she doesn't want Yi Feng to risk herself.

However, what they didn't think of was that Yi Feng said very strongly, "then I won't go, I have to manage."

Yi Feng's words were unbelievable to both of them.

Yun Yaoyao looked worried. She never thought that this mortal had so much courage to provoke the old devil.

And in the eyes of the burning old devil, there was also a strong sense of killing.

It never occurred to me that the boy ignored his threat.

"Boy, go to hell!"

The more he thought, the more angry he was. He moved his long claw and shrouded it over Yi Feng.

"Be careful."

The cloud yelled.

But as soon as her voice fell, Yi Feng lightly avoided the attack of the Yan old devil and knocked a brick on the Yan old devil's head.

The burning old devil, who had no cultivation to protect his body, immediately broke his head and blood, looked like a golden star, and staggered in place.

Hiss!

This scene.

Directly let Yun Yaoyao cover her red lips and stare at her beautiful eyes, full of disbelief.

This mortal.

It's too fierce.

Unexpectedly, a brick knocked on the head of the burning old devil?

How did he do it?

You know, even if they have no accomplishments, they still have many years of combat experience and their physical strength is incomparable.

But the burning old devil was knocked a brick by a mortal, which is really incredible.

The burning old devil holding his head didn't expect to be hit like this. He shouted angrily: "little bastard, do you know who I am? I'm an old devil with split claws in Zhongzhou. You dare to hurt me. Don't you want to die?"

"Force to talk!"

What he could not imagine was that Yi Feng make complaints about his head impatiently.

This scene.

Let the clouds nearby jump.

Hurriedly rushed over and hurriedly said, "you're in great trouble. This man is a cultivator of Emperor Wu, and he comes from Zhongzhou. He has powerful forces behind him. If you hurt him like this, he won't let you go. I'm afraid I can't keep you at that time."

"So what?"

Yi Feng looked at the old devil and added a brick to turn him to the ground. Then he slowly added: "under the suppression of dimensionality reduction, what's the difference between cultivators and non cultivators? It's not a weak chicken?"

Yun Yao was stunned directly.

But he always felt that it was really inappropriate for Yi Feng, a mortal, to beat a emperor like this, so he hurriedly said, "there are really no accomplishments here, but when you go out, aren't you afraid of his revenge?"

"Then shoot him."

Yi Feng weighed the brick in his hand and said.

Yun Yaoyao was stunned at once.

In the face of Yi Feng.

She was speechless.

But she had to admit that it was true.

But when she heard such words from a mortal, she always felt a little untrue.

But what she didn't expect was that Yi Feng took action directly.

He took the long sword from her hand and plunged it into the chest of the burning old devil.

smooth and clean.

Not at all.

Looking at the burning old devil who has lost his breath, it makes Yun Yaoyao slow down for a long time.

Yi Feng, a mortal

Actually killed a emperor in front of her?!

If this is said, I'm afraid it will cause a sensation in the whole continent.

I'm afraid the old devil can't think of it in his life. He finally cultivated himself in Emperor Wu and was planted in the hands of a mortal.

"What are you doing, collecting and scraping the booty?"

Yi Fengbai glanced at her and said.

Smelling the speech, Yun Yaoyao reacted and picked off the old devil's storage ring.

As soon as he opened it, there were all kinds of treasures in it. Rao was surprised by Yun Yaoyao's state of mind.

"Well, I killed this man after all. It's reasonable to say that these things should belong to me."

"But I can't use this cultivator's stuff, so..."

Rubbing his nose, Yi Feng took out the paper and pen again.

"Write another IOU?"

"Uh?"

"The things belong to you. Can you give me another million?"

"Me, this, a million gold coins?"

"Your cultivators' things are so worthless?"

"No, I mean..."

"Well, a million."

Yi Feng cleanly wrote the IOU, pulled up Yun Yaoyao, who was still dull, and pressed her palm on the IOU. Only then did she put it away with satisfaction.

"Remember, you owe me two million."