Chapter 320

Chapter 320

This sentence seems to be spoken directly to him.

That's right.

Definitely.

He must have discovered his own existence long ago.

The previous fart.

The later urine.

And now the words.

Obviously all prove that he had long known of his own existence, and the purpose of his coming was directly expressed, it turned out to be for the Chaotic Sky Stele.

But damn you.

If you want the Chaotic Sky Stele, just say it and I'll give it to you, why torture me to death before saying it out slowly?

Crying, Yi Feng waved his hand.Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

Suddenly, the black stele floating above the main hall, which had been motionless, trembled lightly.

Then it smashed down and fell to the ground.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng quickly turned his head to look at the black floor tile on the ground, and was slightly surprised.

He absolutely did not expect to be so lucky that a slab of brick would actually fall from the ceiling.

He walked over and picked it up.

Don't talk about it.

It's quite comfortable to hold.

"Very good."

Yi Feng weighed it in his hand and nodded in satisfaction. After all, for self-defense, having something is better than nothing.

Seeing that Yi Feng seemed satisfied, the phantom finally breathed a sigh of relief in the corner.

Although this Chaotic Sky Stele was valuable, it was still not as valuable as his life.

Even though he was already a dead soul, it was precisely because of this situation that he cherished this last gasp even more.

Looking at the countless passages connecting the main hall, Yi Feng randomly chose one and drilled into it.

Seeing Yi Feng finally leaving, the phantom curled up in the corner was finally relieved, with the look of surviving a catastrophe on his face.

"What the hell kind of ghost place is this!"

Walking in the winding and rugged passage, Yi Feng's face was ugly as he scolded loudly. After walking for a long time, he didn't even know where to go.

"Boom boom."

At this moment, he clearly heard the sound of weapons colliding ahead.

Yi Feng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly slipped over to where the sound was coming from.

He saw two figures fighting enthusiastically in the passage ahead.

After a collision, the two looked at each other, staring at each other aggressively.

The two fighting were a man and a woman.

The woman had an extremely beautiful face, a tall figure, and held a three-foot-long sharp blade.

It was Yun Yaoyao.

But at this moment, her face was solemn, and there were traces of blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, obviously injured.

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

He had a hook nose, wielded double claws, and was obviously a sinister character at first glance.

"Yun Yaoyao."

"If we were outside, I might not be able to beat you easily, but now we have both lost our cultivation bases, relying solely on physical combat, a woman like you simply can't be my opponent." The hook-nosed man said coldly, "I advise you to surrender quickly."

Yun Yaoyao looked desperate, but in the face of Old Demon Yan’s threat, she still did not yield, instead clutching the long sword in her hand tighter, and said coldly, "Old Demon Yan, don't say useless things, if you want to make a move, hurry up!"

Holding his head, Old Demon Yan also didn't expect to take such a blow. He was immediately furious and shouted, "You little bastard, do you know who I am? I am Yan Elder Demon from Zhongzhou Continent, you actually dare to hurt me, aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

"Shut up!"

But to his surprise, Yi Feng impatiently retorted and slammed another brick on his head.

This scene.

Made Yun Yaoyao's eyelids jump.

She hurriedly rushed over and anxiously said, "You've caused big trouble, this person is a martial emperor cultivator, and he's also from Zhongzhou Continent with powerful backing. If you hurt him like this, he definitely won't let you go. By then even I would have a hard time protecting you."

"So what?"

Yi Feng glanced at the stumbling Old Demon Yan, knocked him down with another brick, and then slowly added, "Under the dimensional suppression you mentioned, what's the difference between cultivators and non-cultivators? Aren't you all wimps?"

Yun Yaoyao was stunned in place.

But she still felt it was inappropriate for Yi Feng, a mortal, to beat a martial emperor like this. So she hurriedly said again, "It’s true we have no cultivation here, but what about after we get out? Aren't you afraid of his revenge?"

"Then I'll just beat him to death."

Yi Feng weighed the brick in his hand and said.

Yun Yaoyao was stunned again.

Facing Yi Feng's words.

She was at a loss for words.

But she had to admit that what he said was true.

But hearing such words from the mouth of a mortal still felt unreal to her.

What she didn't expect was that Yi Feng directly put it into action.

He snatched the sword from her hand and stabbed it directly into Old Demon Yan's chest.

Clean and efficient.

Without any hesitation.

Looking at the breathless Old Demon Yan, it took Yun Yaoyao a long time to recover from the shock.

This mortal Yi Feng...

Actually killed a martial emperor right in front of her?!

If this was spread out, it would probably cause a sensation throughout the whole continent.

Old Demon Yan probably never imagined in his life that after finally cultivating to become a martial emperor, he would end up dying at the hands of a mortal.

"What are you still dazing around for, hurry up and loot the spoils of war?"

Yi Feng rolled his eyes at her and said.

Hearing this, Yun Yaoyao finally reacted, and stripped Old Demon Yan of his storage ring.

When she opened it, all kinds of treasures were dazzling inside, even with Yun Yaoyao's state of mind, she was still shocked.

"Well, since I was the one who killed him, these things should be mine in principle."

"But I have no use for a cultivator's possessions, so..."

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

"Let's write another IOU?"

"Huh?"

"Everything is yours, give me another million, okay?"

"I, this, one million gold coins?"

"Are your cultivators' things worth so little?"

"No, what I mean is..."

"Then okay, one million it is."

Yi Feng neatly wrote the IOU and pulled the still dazed Yun Yaoyao to press a fingerprint on the IOU, only then was he satisfied to put away the IOU.

"Remember, you owe me two million now."