C241 Pass test

A youth dressed in white walked out from the crowd. His eyes were sharp like a torch and a faintly discernable smile was on his face. It was none other than Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at Lin Qing and said indifferently: "I want to sign up!"

Everyone's gaze fell on Ye Feng, and in that moment, all of them looked at him as if they were looking at an idiot.

Lin Qing swept his gaze across Ye Feng, and unceremoniously shook his head and rejected: "Ninth Level of Martial General, strength is too weak, do not!"

Everyone around was pointing and talking at Ye Feng.

"What's going on with this kid?" You want to register with that little cultivation of his? "

"I think he's a retard!"

"Did he not see the scene of Black Bear's defeat?"

"…"

Towards the crowd's mocking laughter, Ye Feng turned a deaf ear and said indifferently: "Didn't you say you only need to pass the test?"

When they heard his words, everyone was stunned. Soon after, they began to mock him.

"This brat still wants to test?" Doesn't he know what he's worth? "

"I think he's looking for a beating!"

"Looking for trouble? I think he's courting death! "

"…"

The fatty squinted his eyes and swept his gaze across Ye Feng, a cold smile on his lips. Such a character, he could kill with a move of his fingers.

Lin Qing said in a serious tone: "Brat, you should still go, I think you're still young, I'm not going to argue with you!"

But Ye Feng did not move, a pair of eyes stared straight at Lin Qing, without any expression.

Lin Qing frowned!

The fat man stood out and said: "Lin Qing, this brat actually insisted on registering, then let him take the test. As long as he passed, there's no harm in letting him participate!"

Lin Qing said: Alright, let him give up!

The fatty walked over, faced Ye Feng, and said word by word. "Brat, it's actually a test, I'll do my best. If I accidentally beat you to death, I can only blame you for seeking death!"

Ye Feng did not speak, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a cold smile.

The fatty did not say anything, and directly exploded with his cultivation at the first level of Martial King, throwing a punch towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng did not move.

However, in everyone's eyes, Ye Feng had been scared stiff by Fatty's imposing manner!

It had to be known that Black Bear's Ninth Level of Martial Lord Stage, as well as his tortoise shell shield, had resulted in him fainting on the spot after being hit by Fatty's fist. Furthermore, with Ye Feng's Ninth Level of Martial General cultivation level, he did not dare imagine what would happen if Fatty's fist landed on him.

At that moment, the bloody scene of Ye Feng's body being smashed into pieces appeared in everyone's minds.

However.

The scene that they had imagined did not happen. Instead, it was a terrifying scene that completely destroyed all three of their views.

Just as the fatty's Rage Fist was about to explode on Ye Feng's head, Ye Feng casually raised his hand and caught the fatty's Rage Fist.

The fatty's arrogant Rage Fist suddenly stopped when it came into contact with Ye Feng's palm. There were no energy fluctuations, and it was as if a stone had fallen into a quagmire!

Everything went silent!

Everyone looked at this scene in shock, unable to believe their eyes.

A moment later, everyone exclaimed in admiration!

"He blocked it!"

"That brat's Ninth Level of Martial General has actually blocked the first strike of Fatty's Martial King?"

"This... This is too unbelievable! "

"Damn it!"

In comparison to everyone's shock, Ye Feng appeared to be relaxed!

"This …" Fatty's expression changed greatly. That fist just now had struck the sea, instantly nullifying all of the energy within it!

Ye Feng retracted his hand, and said to the fatty indifferently: "I've already received your punch, I've passed the test!"

The fatty's face darkened, a cold glint flashed past his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he raised Rage Fist and smashed it towards Ye Feng: "Take another punch from me!"

Ye Feng did not attack, but instead moved his feet, and with a flash, he dodged the fatty's attack!

The fat guy's face turned red, he gritted his teeth and punched Ye Feng crazily.

Ye Feng only moved his body, and completely avoided the fatty's attack!

The surrounding Martial Cultivator were all dumbfounded!

Fatty was like a little brat, while Ye Feng was like an adult, the latter toying with the former in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, everyone understood that this white clothed Ninth Level of Martial General imp in front of them possessed terrifying strength, and his strength was definitely above the second level of Martial King!

"Fatty, enough!" Lin Qing shouted coldly.

Fatty stopped, his face pale white, he gasped for breath. "Lin Qing, this brat is just fast, he doesn't have any offensive power."

From the fatty's point of view, Ye Feng had only trained in some sort of terrifying movement technique, and had merely dodged his fist.

Lin Qing said: "Enough. Since he received your punch, I will stick to my words and leave it to him! "

The fatty said unhappily: "He's only at the Ninth Level of Martial General, the General Assembly would not be happy to have a Martial Cultivator like him invited him!"

Lin Qing ignored the fatty and walked in front of Ye Feng, calmly asking him: "What's your name?"

"Ye Feng!" Ye Feng reported his fame.

"Okay, little brother Ye Feng, you are now a member of my mercenary group!" Lin Qing said, "This time we are going into an ancient tomb, so we will split the treasures we obtained from the ancient tomb. For more specific details, let's go meet up with boss and then head to the ancient tomb! "

Ye Feng didn't object!

The fatty looked at Ye Feng in annoyance, and thought about how to get back at him.

He, a dignified first stage Martial King of the Martial King was toyed with by a mere Ninth Level of Martial General imp. This was the biggest stain of his life.

The mercenary map that Ye Feng joined was a very small organization, adding Ye Feng, there were only five of them in total.

However, the cultivation bases of these five people were not bad.

The one Lin Qing called boss was a middle-aged man with a horse face called Long Horse Face. His cultivation was at the third level of Martial King and his cultivation was the highest among the five.

A tall and skinny man with long hair that covered half his face was nicknamed Hun. His cultivation was at the second level of Martial King, the same as Lin Qing.

Fatty's cultivation was at the first stage of Martial King early stage!

All four of them were Martial King warriors, and if placed in the Nine Sects area, they were experts!

Therefore, although this mercenary group was small in size, its strength was not to be underestimated!

Boss, this is the Martial Cultivator that was just recruited, his name is Ye Feng! Lin Qing introduced to the Long Horse Face.

Long Horse Face swept his gaze across Ye Feng and immediately frowned. He said unhappily: "Lin Qing, I told you to recruit Martial Cultivator s with higher Ninth Level of Martial Lord Stage, why did you bring back a Ninth Level of Martial General imp?"

Lin Qing explained: "Boss, although Ye Feng is young and has low cultivation, he is not weak!"

Long Horse Face asked: Could it be that he passed Fatty's test?

Before Lin Qing could reply, the fatty quickly said: "Boss, he just didn't pass the test, he only dodged a little, so he has almost no attack power!"

Lin Qing glared at the fatty, and said unhappily: "Fatty, don't open your eyes and lie!"

Fatty said angrily, "You don't believe me? You want him to compete with me again?"

"Forget it, forget it!" The Long Horse Face's tone was a little helpless, "Time is of the essence, let's head to the ancient tomb!"

From start to finish, Ye Feng did not utter a single word!

The fatty suddenly thought of something, and reported: "That's right boss, just now Lin Qing said that the treasures in the ancient tomb are divided equally with that brat?"

Hearing this, the person with the long hair that had been silent all this while had a twinkle in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "A mere Ninth Level of Martial Lord Stage imp wants to split the treasures equally with us?"

Lin Qing said: "Long hair, don't underestimate Ye Feng. In my opinion, Ye Feng's strength is definitely not inferior to yours!"

"Ha ha!" The long hair sneered. "Not inferior to me? I say, this kind of kid, I can kill him with one finger! "

"Stop arguing!" Long Horse Face said angrily, "Let's go!"