The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

Ye Feng looked at the surrounding environment, although it was dark now, but because of the moonlight, they could see each other's position clearly.

He took a quick look and found that there were more than a dozen disciples of the Netherworld Sect around them, and they seemed to be very skilled. Naturally, Ye Feng was not afraid.

"You all go!"

Seeing that the people from the Nether Sect made the first move, they turned around and hid. The others were not relentless when they saw this, and attacked one after another.

"Everyone give it to me." The disciples of the Netherworld Sect yelled angrily at Ye Feng's words.

Ye Feng didn't panic at all, his strength was naturally impressive, Ye Feng's footsteps were very light, and the two pedestrians wrestled together under the moonlight.

Seeing the situation, the disciples of the Nether Sect began to exert their strength, and Ye Feng was naturally not to be outdone, and then began to fight for the victory.

Ye Feng only used [-]% of his strength, and more than half of the other Nether Sect disciples fell.

"Come on, continue." Ye Feng waved his hand as he said, with a smile on his face, watching the people in front of him sweating profusely from being beaten, while he, Ye Feng, stood calmly without blushing. .

The disciples who were the first to attack Ye Feng couldn't beat Ye Feng at all, and they didn't even touch Ye Feng himself.

Ye Feng looked at him with a smirk on his face, his eyes were full of provocations. Seeing that Ye Feng could not be hurt at all, the other Nether Sect disciples did not dare to move forward rashly.

Seeing that they didn't respond, Ye Feng waited for them to make a move based on the principle of not moving the enemy.

"Heh, it seems that we can't underestimate you. Now we're going to do our best." The Nether Sect disciple on the side looked at Ye Feng confidently with a threatening tone.

Ye Feng, who was at the side, saw the cruel words from the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, and didn't think much about them. Instead, he thought about what kind of tricks the disciples of the Netherworld Sect had, but according to his observation, Ye Feng did not see that they had retained their strength.

"Okay, come on." So he looked forward to it without thinking too much, but at this moment, the expressions of the disciples of the Netherworld Sect suddenly became strange.

"Okay, then you should be ready."

The disciples of Netherworld Sect all had very weird expressions, but Ye Feng couldn't say it was weird either.

At this time, the people from the Netherworld Sect spoke, their expressions looked menacing, Ye Feng suddenly became a little nervous, and put away his thoughts inside.

"Brothers, let's go." After finishing speaking, a puff of poisonous smoke was suddenly released from behind the disciples of the Nether Sect. Ye Feng thought it was some kind of trick, so he was very flustered and began to look around.

But when Ye Feng waited for a long time and there was no response, he knew he had been tricked.

Slowly, the smoke surrounding Ye Feng disappeared, and the group of people who were standing aside had long since disappeared, and even their breath had dissipated a lot.

"I..." Ye Feng was a little ashamed for a while, but he quickly realized that even if he was very annoyed that Ye Fengye didn't continue to chase him, the so-called poor man who chased Ye Feng would understand.

Just because he was cheated just now, he is more afraid of being fooled again this time, so he will be more cautious.

After looking around and waiting for Ye Feng to confirm that there was no danger, he silently breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Then his body began to relax, but his heart did not relax at all. Ye Feng slowly walked into his room and locked the door cautiously.

Then he took out the little gourd. After thinking for a long time, he took it out and decided to hide it better. After this series of things happened, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something, he always feels that this place is full of dangers, even though he is in the house now, he always feels hairy in his heart.

So he decided to leave here first, and after simply packing up his luggage, Ye Feng hurried away overnight, during which he did not tell the villagers, for fear of causing unnecessary troubles and delaying the journey.

Then he embarked on the journey again, the night gradually fell, the sun slowly rose from the east, and when the day just broke, Ye Feng walked half of the distance.

After he returned to the city, he felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the city. Everyone looked very excited and excited, and they all smiled, looking very happy.

Then at this moment, a strange man patted his shoulder and said.

"Hey young man, you are new here." The strange uncle on the side looked at Ye Feng with a wretched smile on his face.

"You are?" Ye Feng looked at the strange man who was talking to him in a daze, with a little vigilance in his eyes.

"Do you know why people in this town seem so excited."

Seeing that the strange man seemed to see through him, Ye Feng asked the question he originally wanted to ask.

"You don't need to answer yes or no, let me tell you, we are actually celebrating the birthday of the Holy One, do you know what I want to say?"

After the strange man finished speaking, he asked back, Ye Feng looked confused and confused when asked.

"What do you want to say?" Ye Feng looked suspiciously at the strange man in front of him, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"So everyone has to offer gifts, even you who just came here have to show something." After Ye Feng heard this, the guard in his eyes immediately dropped, and then he began to think with a complicated face.

Ye Feng looked at the people around him, and they all stared at him with fiery eyes. He couldn't help feeling furious in his heart. He didn't want to cause more trouble here, but just wanted to solve the current situation quickly.

After glancing at the strange man in front of him, he subconsciously touched his storage bag, found a herb and put it in it.

"Is that all right?"

Seeing that he took out a herb and put it in, the man let go and decided to let Ye Feng go.

"Well, it's alright."

And looking at the person who was in charge of collecting gifts, he looked at Ye Feng with a disgusted look on his face, and among the other guests who came to offer gifts, he watched Ye Feng take out a herb.

He also cast a strange look, as if he was looking at a beggar on the street. Generally, there are different emotions in the eyes of the guests.

But none of them were good. Ye Feng smiled indifferently, and naturally didn't care too much.

Instead, after watching the people who paid tribute take out rare treasures and put them inside, they couldn't help but secretly mocked in their hearts.

According to the principles of human ethics, how could a good thing belonging to oneself be given to a saint who didn't know him at all, and had never even seen his true face, and handing in a herb was just to get rid of some bad Just a necessary hassle.