Ye Fengsheng waved his hand idly, not wanting to engage with such a foolish person: "Stay away from me, it doesn't matter. I have a bad temper, and then I catch you, skinning and pulling tendons!"

"Such bravery!"

A magnificent sip, the middle-aged man's eyes were like lightning, directly piercing into Ye Feng's inner thoughts.

The four eyes were oppositional. At this time, a dangerous arc emerged at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

Out of control?

I have spent my whole life refining my eyes, but do you think your unruly methods can make me lose my composure?

The dark pupils slightly narrowed, and in the next moment, those deep eyes burst forth with a brilliance visible to the naked eye, wherever his gaze went, even the air became purer!

Surprisingly, the middle-aged man involuntarily took three steps back, taking a difficult moment to stabilize his mind, only to feel as if his eyes were burning unbearably, with uncontrollable tears streaming down.

Just a simple right eye, and it's a tearful end!

Hands clasped broadly, Ye Fengsheng remained motionless. He looked at the monk's blurred appearance with great interest, established his foundational domain, but inwardly raised his vigilance by eight points.

No, it! It was just because this person looked strange!

From the very beginning, this person was watching him from the shadows. Initially, he thought he was an assistant to the eagle, or perhaps the trump card of the eagle. He didn't expect that when he mobilized a strong wind to kill the six eagles, he seemed not to save them. In such circumstances, it should not be these people.

Before, he glanced at him, the methods used were different from Zou Ruyu's in the Beautiful Garden. Naturally, this could not be his family's inheritance. So who was this person?

It was difficult to wait for the discomfort in his eyes to disappear. The red-eyed person just felt a little blurred, almost unable to stand. This caused him to be puzzled, wondering about the details of the person in front of him. He was too young, yet possessed such terrifying power. Who knew what kind of brother he was?

They were all ready; Ye Fengsheng's voice was a strategy of killing. He did not want to be ruthless and unkind.

Since it is known that this is a person full of hostility, naturally there is no need to think about anything staying behind. For the enemy, a strike is a killing tactic. This is the code of monks, and it is a very reasonable thing.

But I never thought that this so-called Purple Cloud Fairy did not follow Ye Fengsheng's voice. Ye Fengsheng's voice was urgent, but again and again, he retreated. In the interwoven shadows, countless spirits passed through his exposed skin without hurting him at all.

The burst of spiritual energy from these two people caused the earth to shatter. They were crushed into lime powder, flowers, trees, and high wall glass. Only the Purple Cloud Fairy remained intact.

Ye Fengsheng realized this, slowly gathering his own spiritual energy, and finally, a punch stopped in front of the person in Purple Yang. Amongst the dancing long hair, Ye Fengsheng opened his mouth, asking: "Wholeheartedly seeking death?"

Purple Cloud Fairy looked at the clenched fist, his face twitching. With his long hair falling, a bead of sweat left on his forehead.

The eyes felt a bit bitter; it was sweat entering the eyes.

"I didn't come to seek revenge against you. I have something important to request your help with!"

Purple Cloud Fairy spoke, rubbing his eyes vigorously, temporarily hiding the panic in his heart.

What a surprise! Now as he revises himself, in front of this descendant called Ye Fengsheng, there was no chance to fight back!

Before that, you know, he didn't want to resist.

A middle-aged person over half a century old, chased and beaten by a young man, without a bit of shame, cannot be replaced by anyone!

From the beginning, he thought he would counterattack, but no matter how he searched for opportunities or tried, he couldn't achieve the purpose of resistance. So it would show the kind of one-sided situation before but wouldn't retreat!

If truly avoiding a fight, how would there be two kinds of spiritual entanglement? Right?

Ye Fengsheng didn't understand this. Even with the best qualifications and talents, he still had many shortcomings in this kind of actual combat. After all, from his previous point of view, the defects deliberately left by the other party without counterattack naturally proved that the other party wasn't seeking revenge.

How could he imagine that the rest of the world was unwilling to counterattack, but simply couldn't counterattack?

"Your disciple He Tianqi was almost killed by me. You, as his teacher, didn't seek revenge on him, but instead came to ask me for help?"

Ye Feng said this, retracting his fist and looking calmly at the Purple Cloud Fairy in front of him.

"I only have three points of fate with He Tianqi. There are thousands of people in this world with fate with me. They are difficult not to accidentally die in misfortune. I will not avenge them."

The natural answer of the Purple Cloud Fairy: "You are a monk, I am the same as you, such a fate, but is this a miracle that can be compared?"

Raising his eyebrow slightly, Ye Fengsheng felt that this person's words had some reason. After all, he and himself were different. He was a person who walks the world, always dealing with various people, not like himself, but in the afterlife.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, he said to the Purple Cloud Fairy: "Tell me what I can do to help you. Why did you choose me to help you? You better bring your reward. If it's exploratory, you better stop. I'm not used to wasting time."

Very straightforward, without pretense, Ye Fengsheng didn't want to, nor was there a need to waste time with such a person, promise or no promise, separation, it was the most direct and appropriate way.

Apparently, he hadn't experienced such a direct dialogue. This Purple Cloud Fairy also sought to explore Ye Fengsheng's tone and hasn't thought of it yet was warned by Ye Fengsheng's voice, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

Ye Fengsheng looked at him with his dawdling posture and said: "If you don't think about it, come back to me when you do."

Then they took a step, ready to leave.

"Wait!"

Purple Cloud Fairy listened to this, hurriedly catching up to Ye Feng and said: "You hurt He Tianqi, did you feel something strange?"

"Hmm?"

Ye Feng stopped to look at him.

Purple Cloud Fairy opened his mouth: "It is the secret magic treasure of our door! As long as you wear it, you can protect your heart and save your life in danger!

"What do you take me for?" Ye Feng said.

His face was the same as usual, but his heart was contemptuous.

What use is this so-called amulet?

If at that time I hadn't accumulated a little bit of a good heart, and didn't want to argue with such curiosity, I would definitely have died. Now this person in front of him boasts about that thing. Is it a joke?

Purple Cloud Fairy seemed to understand the tone of Ye Feng's eyes, hurriedly opened his mouth: "That is just a small part of our door's amulet!"

Ye Feng looked at him without saying anything.

Purple Cloud Fairy looked at Ye Fengsheng with determined eyes, saying seriously: "Since you were able to shatter that magic artifact, it shows that your power has already inherited in our door, so I would like to invite you to our door's secret chamber to inherit the legacy at the door!"

Four eyes met, Ye Fengsheng thought for a moment, then asked: "Why would you share the legacy at your door with me?" If you can't, aren't you afraid the secret treasure will pass through the door? You must face the leaders of the past generations before?

Take a sniff.