Chapter 648

Name:A Paragon of Wuhun Author:洛城东
Chapter 648 Chen Feng, get out!

Seeing the purple robed middle-aged man, Yang jingzhuo immediately showed a look of fear on his face. Obviously, he should be quite afraid of the purple robed middle-aged man.

At this time, he was severely reprimanded by the other party, and dared not even say a hard word. After staring at Chen Feng with a bitter look on his face, he turned and left directly, regardless of his relatives of the Yang family.

Seeing Yang jingzhuo leave, the purple robed middle-aged man snorted coldly, "you know."

He looked at Chen Feng, but the corners of his mouth showed a gentle smile, and slowly said, "your name is Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng nodded.

At this time, Yang jingzhuo left. Chen Feng's heart was full of anger that supported him. He immediately vented, and his eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground.

But he still stood up, and the purple robed middle-aged man looked at him approvingly and said slowly, "but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he has such cultivation, which shows that he is extremely talented!"

"And more importantly, you have a strong and indomitable spirit in your heart. No matter how powerful your opponent is, he can only kill you, but can't make you yield. Good, good."

He said two good words in succession, and then nodded at Chen Feng. As soon as his figure flashed, it turned into a purple electricity, flew away towards the depths of Ziyang sword field, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Chen Feng looked at his back with gratitude in his eyes and murmured, "although I don't know who you are or why you saved me, I'll never forget the kindness of saving my life today and will definitely repay you in the future!"

People around also made surprised comments one after another.

"Who is this purple robed middle-aged man? He looks so powerful that even Yang jingzhuo is very afraid of him."

"I don't know. I haven't seen this person at all. I haven't heard of him. I think he should be an expert in Ziyang sword field."

Soon, they turned their attention and topics back to Chen Feng.

Their eyes looking at Chen Feng were very complex, with awe, admiration, and jealousy!

A disciple sighed and said, "Chen Feng defeated the three masters of Yang's other courtyard in succession, and even blocked the attack of the sect elders outside the hall. I'm afraid his reputation will spread to all other courtyard, even the people of Ziyang sword field will hear!"

"Chen Feng became famous in the first World War!"

After hearing this, the crowd nodded and approved of what he said.

After this war, Chen Feng became famous.

All other hospitals, all these disciples who are about to enter Ziyang sword field, have heard of Chen Feng's reputation and know how powerful Chen Feng is.

Of course, many people, especially those who have not seen Chen Feng's action with their own eyes, simply don't believe it and think that others are exaggerating.

They simply don't think that a 16-year-old boy can have such a strong strength.

After returning to the Qianyuan sect hospital, Chen Feng immediately began to meditate and recuperate.

He successively used the dragon blood battle body and the God of destruction dragon claw, which was powerful, but it also caused great damage to his body.

The pure use of dragon blood and dragon claw will only make him unable to use any vigorous Qi for a period of time in the future, which is like a useless person, but the use of the two together can cause permanent hidden dangers to his body.

Chen Feng immediately began to shut up. In the morning of the next day, Chen Feng was practicing, and suddenly opened his mouth. With a whoosh, a big mouth of congestion vomited out.

After this sentence, he felt that the congestion and pain in his meridians disappeared, and the whole person became very comfortable.

He breathed softly and said to himself, "it's not bad. Now he should have recovered and finished his recovery."

Chen Feng stood up and walked out.

Suddenly, an extremely strong sense of hunger came from his stomach, but Chen Feng understood that this did not mean that he was hungry, but that the Dragon elephant war formula needed blood essence.

Yesterday's battle, all the blood red vigorous Qi disappeared.

Dragon elephant battle formula now, I am very eager for the demon beast blood essence, and I can't wait to absorb the demon beast blood essence and turn it into blood red vigorous Qi.

He was about to suppress this feeling, but suddenly a huge roar came from outside: "Chen Feng, get out of here."

The sound was so loud that it penetrated the thick wall and reached Chen Feng's ears.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and muttered, "something that doesn't know how to live or die."

Say, push open the door.

After pushing the door out, Shen Yanbing and Bai Shanshui were already in the yard.

Shen Yanbing's look is much better than yesterday. Obviously, his injury has recovered, while Bai Shanshui's face is more gray. The whole person looks no longer as cheerful as before.

Chen Feng looked, and his heart tightened.

He knew that with the passage of days, Baishan could not hold down the injury of Dantian, which had been abandoned, and his strength would be worse and worse!

Seeing Chen Feng's concerned eyes, Bai Shanshui smiled and said, "brother Chen, don't worry, don't worry about me, it's more important to solve the provocation outside first."

Chen Feng nodded. There was nothing he could do about it now, so he would not say more.

The three of them walked out of the Qianyuan clan courtyard and saw a young man standing outside, about 20 years old, wearing a fur coat, which made people feel quite strange.

At this time, it was midsummer, and he felt a little hot wearing a single coat, let alone a fur coat, but he wrapped the fur coat tightly, as if he was very afraid of the cold!

His appearance is also quite strange. Although he is young, his hair, beard and even eyebrows, all his body hair are ice white, and his skin is as frozen as a person after death, showing a blue color, full of the color of death!

He looked general, but his momentum was extremely huge and arrogant. He raised his chin and squinted at Chen Feng. His face was full of disdain.

Hundreds of disciples have been gathered around, all of whom come to see the excitement!

When Chen Feng saw the young man, he immediately frowned slightly. He was not frightened by the momentum of the other party, but he could feel that the other party was full of a thick breath of death and ice.

The two are mixed together and come directly, which makes Chen Feng feel very uncomfortable. The whole person seems to be frozen to death!

He secretly thought that this man was a little evil.

The strange young man looked at Chen Feng and slowly said, "are you Chen Feng?"

His voice was also extremely unpleasant and hoarse, like two pieces of ice rubbing together.

Chen Feng nodded, "I am Chen Feng, who are you? What are you doing here!"

The strange young man said in a cold voice, "my name is ye Binghan."

When these three words were said, it seemed that there was a cold wind blowing, which made people shiver gently!

"Ah? It's ye Binghan, so he's ye Binghan!"