Chapter 347

As for the Xu Xiaoyu that they met here, Ye Feng would obviously want to kill him. After all, he was one of the main organizers of this fairy capture operation.

However, just as Ye Feng was approaching the crux of the passageway, the corner of his eyes suddenly turned. He saw an extremely muscular man around fifty years old walking in from another passageway, just like the current Xu Xiaoyu, who was dressed in a fiery red cloth robe. He was actually the famous North Super Fist, Han Zhiwu.

The uniform of the Super Fist Sect was made of fiery red cloth, because their sect was located in the sky above Red city's cave. Adding to their fierce advance of Super Fist Sect's martial arts, fiery red was the color that represented their sect the most.

Han Zhiwu's fists were bigger than sandbags, with one glance, it was obvious that he was an expert in fist arts. His face was filled with a beard like that of a King Kong Wolf, with rough lines, he had an extremely strong image of a tough guy.

He had a hundred years of cultivation.

The moment he saw him, Ye Feng stopped in his tracks and hid to the side.

A hundred years of cultivation compared to ninety-five years of cultivation, the difference was not small. At least in Cultivation World, a hundred years of cultivation could condense Yang God, and that would increase one's fighting strength exponentially.

At least, Ye Feng could feel the obvious difference between them.

Facing Li Xuan, he still had the confidence to win against him, but facing Chen Jianxiong, he immediately felt the gap between them. There was no problem to steal a Supreme Yang Work, but if Ye Feng and Chen Jianxiong were to fight face to face, there was no way that they could win against each other.

According to Ye Wentian, cultivators who had reached the cultivation level of a hundred years would have extremely sensitive senses, and their body would experience great changes in all aspects. Even if Ye Feng could conceal his presence, the moment the movement was too big or too close, the other party would definitely notice.

Ye Feng hid to the side and quietly observed the situation in front of him.

"Old Xu, the last batch hasn't arrived yet?"

The sturdy Han Zhiwu walked over with two Super Fist Sect disciples and asked impatiently.

"It's not here yet. Just wait patiently for a while longer."

Xu Xiaoyu was a calm and cunning old fox. In the East Ocean, he did not even suffer as much as Long Moran did. In this situation, the white-bearded old man wasn't willing to act rashly, just to be safe.

"Hmph, I say, we should just rush in and capture that little bitch. Why would we need to wait for those bullshit?"

Han Zhiwu groaned, his thick nostrils puffed out a cloud of hot air, looking extremely dissatisfied.

"Absolutely not. Let's not be impatient and let the Tang Clan take the lead."

Xu Xiaoyu immediately stopped her.

"Old Xu, you're great at everything, but you're too timid."

Han Zhiwu raised his sandbag sized fist, a confident smile appearing on his bearded face: "If by that time the Tang Clan gets their hands on us, wouldn't all of the contributions be theirs? I, Han Zhiwu, am not a coward. If we fight, I will definitely be at the front! "

Hearing Han Zhiwu's words, Xu Xiaoyu laughed bitterly.

This guy was still as impetuous as ever. Fortunately, he had been rather obedient recently. Otherwise, he would have definitely messed up today's matter …

"East Sea Fairy, tsk tsk."

Han Zhiwu was fantasizing about something, from time to time, a smirk of lust appeared on his face. , who was watching from the side, felt endless hatred.

Xu Xiaoyu was already an old man, and could no longer meet the standards of a woman. She had given up on thinking about it long ago, but Han Zhiwu was different.

Han Zhiwu was an orphan adopted by the Super Fist Sect a few years ago, and had a natural talent for martial arts. Hence, he spent a lot of effort to help him accumulate his cultivation, which was why he was able to cultivate for a hundred years when he was in his fifties.

Even the cultivation level of the Long family's patriarch, Long Moran, had not risen so quickly. It was because just Han Zhiwu alone spent the hundred years of accumulation of the Unusual Sacred Objects in the Super Fist Sect sect …

Han Zhiwu who was in his fifties was still as fierce as a tiger in that area. Naturally, he would have evil thoughts towards East Sea Fairy who was as beautiful as a fairy.

A group of Super Fist Sect disciples wearing fiery red clothes were gathered at the crux of the passageway, causing Ye Feng to hesitate a little. If they waited for the last batch of tranquilizer guns to arrive, maybe their capture of Su Feiying would start soon …

Zhao Yibei and Ling Chen quietly floated behind Ye Feng, not saying a word.

Whatever Ye Feng asked them to do, they would do. Other than that, the only thing they had was to cultivate. To Soul Cultivator, cultivation not only determined strength, but also their lifespan. Thus, they had to work harder than anyone else when cultivating.

Ye Feng was in a dilemma trying to figure out whether or not he should move forward. Right at this moment, he suddenly felt a familiar aura coming from a passage in front of him.

Immediately after, he heard a familiar Voice Spreading Spell: "Cooperate with me to deal with them."

Master?

Ye Feng's heart trembled, he immediately composed himself and focused.

Of course, he couldn't see where Su Feiying was, but he could feel that Su Feiying was nearby and he really hated this bunch of people from Super Fist Sect. To Su Feiying, dealing with annoying people was obviously as far as killing them all, unless the opponent's power was not something she could go against.

For example, couldn't do anything about Mo Family of Nanling, but compared to Mo Family of Nanling, the wretched, was not even worth mentioning.

"Master still needs my help, seems like she's pretty heavily injured. Otherwise, Han Zhiwu, Xu Xiaoyu and the rest of those guys wouldn't even be a match for her …"

Ye Feng thought, and without any hesitation, he suddenly appeared.

"Haha, grandsons, what are you doing here?"

He swaggered out of the passage, and with a black shirt on, he suddenly appeared in front of Super Fist Sect's group.

His goal, was obviously to attract the attention of the group of people in front of him first, and then let Su Feiying take the opportunity to make his move. With Su Feiying's cultivation, the attack power of her Divine Arts was countless times stronger than his. As long as she had some time, she would be able to kill Han Zhiwu in one move.

How long had it been since he had fought together with his master?

Ye Feng almost couldn't remember. When he took a step forward and steadily stood in front of Han Zhiwu and Xu Xiaoyu, his heart once again surged with hot blood and an impulse.

Wasn't the reason Su Feiying accepted him as a disciple for him to help her one day? They had even helped her fight against the Mo Family of Nanling, but unfortunately, the two of them had already teleported to Earth together with the Fire Cloud Demon Master …

"Ye Feng?"

Xu Xiaoyu and Han Zhiwu's faces changed at the same time.

Xu Xiaoyu's expression became extremely bad, as if he had thought of a certain possibility. But Han Zhiwu was stunned for a moment, and then, he laughed loudly.

"This brat is Ye Feng? You look like you have tender skin, yet Long Moran tripped in front of this brat's hands? "

Han Zhiwu laughed out loud, he clenched his fists, which were even bigger than sandbags, and released a sound of "ge deng" "ge deng", showing the depth of his cultivation!