Chapter 1111 Black Tiger

The blocked meridians have been unblocked. Due to the damaged Dantian, although the Yuan Power that can be provided at this moment is only about the third level of innate energy, it is enough to deal with this kind of stuff. Situ

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and he breathed out slowly.

Seeing that the iron bar that fell down was no more than two feet away from his head, Ye Feng suddenly exhaled and let out a soft drink.

He raised his right hand, five slender fingers stretched out, and he grasped the black iron rod that had been knocked down by the fierce wind in the palm of his hand.

"Um?"

The heart of the rude and strong man jumped suddenly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose.

Almost at the same moment, a thunderous cold snort sounded directly in the depths of the strong man's mind.

"Humph, count your luck. I, Ye Feng, have just arrived here. I have to get familiar with this world as soon as possible, otherwise..." As the cold snort disappeared, the strong man only saw Ye Feng stretching out his other hand and patting himself on the head very quickly. Got a handful.

"ah!"

Screams of pain were heard from the spot.

The moment his palm made contact with the opponent's head, Ye Feng attached his mental power to his Yuan force and sent it into the opponent's brain.

The strong man felt as if his head was going to explode. He fell to the ground in pain and twisted, and the energy in his body could not be lifted at all.

At this moment, only one thought flashed through his mind, "What happened!" Then his neck tilted and his eyes turned white...

When the strong man woke up and his brain regained control of his body, he was completely stunned as soon as he opened his eyes.

He threw himself on the ground, and the young man with only the third level of innate cultivation sat in front of him leisurely.

At this moment, the young man had changed out of his tattered clothes. The clothes he was wearing and the storage ring he was playing with all gave the strong man a very familiar feeling.

It seems... they are all their own.

After decades of robberies, all the money is in this storage ring.

"damn it!"

The strong man jumped up and was subconsciously trying to grab the storage ring from the opponent's hand, but suddenly remembered the scene just now and immediately sat back down weakly.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, kicked him, and said in a calm voice: "Let go of your soul and let me mark your mark. From now on, you will be my slave..."

"Are you dreaming! You want Master Hu to listen to you? Isn't it possible?"

"Well, this place should be quite remote, so I'll just search for souls..."

Ye Feng's voice was cold to the bones of the strong man's ears, and he couldn't help but feel excited. From the perspective of him who was used to robbing and murdering people, it was very clear that the young man in front of him spoke in an understatement, with only a few words from Liao Liao. , but when doing things, he will never be merciful.

In an instant, the strong man's intestines were about to turn green.

How could I meet such a ruthless character? He was born with the third level of innateness, and he forced himself to count the sticks, but nothing happened?

And listening to what he meant, he knew how to search for souls and how to engrave soul marks. It was obvious that his mental power was even stronger.

How could such a person appear in the wilderness with shabby clothes?

If I had known that this person was so awesome, I should have run as far as I could, and I definitely shouldn't have provoked him.

Hey... forget it, it's better to live than die.

Although the strong man has never personally experienced the consequences of being searched for his soul, he has only heard about it through hearsay. It is said that it is good luck to become a fool. Usually, with a "bang", his head will explode like a watermelon.

So, not long after, Master Hu, the robber who was well-known within a hundred miles, squatted down next to Ye Feng with a grimace on his face.

Smiling and taking back the remaining mental power, Ye Feng's face turned paler than before.

Although the Dantian was severely damaged, his mental power was still strong. However, it was still a bit difficult for Ye Feng to engrave the mark of the soul. If the strong man was not frightened and cooperated very obediently, it was not certain whether he could succeed.

Looking at the aggrieved look on the dark burly man squatting in front of him, Ye Feng didn't have any sense of being a "bad guy" at all. Instead, he smiled evilly, feeling as relaxed as relief.

This person is unfamiliar with the place and must find someone to guide him.

"Don't look so despondent. Being able to follow me is a blessing from the cultivation of your front body..." Ye Feng said.

His spiritual magic of controlling strong men was born out of the Soul Yuan Blood Palace, one of the branches of the Demon Sect. It is extremely sophisticated. It can not only directly take away the opponent's life, but also torture the soul of the person being controlled. It can be said that once he is in the opponent's soul, Engraving a mark, unless the mental strength can surpass the controlled person, otherwise, it will never be possible to escape.

In his heart, the strong man scolded Ye Feng to the point where he was above the eighteenth generation, but he did not dare to show any resentment on his face and kept his promise.

"Let's talk now, what's your name?"

"Yeluhu..."

"Yeluhu? The name is too hard to pronounce. I will change your name for you. From now on, you will be called...Heihu." Ye Feng frowned and looked at him coldly.

What is the name of a Yeluhu who comes from Africa?

"Black... black tiger? How does it sound like the one raised by the family next door when I was a kid..." The strong man touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What? Not willing?" Ye Feng curled his lips.

"If you are willing... you can call me whatever you like..."

Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Black Tiger, let me ask you, how come you do such things as murdering people and stealing goods?"

Hei Hu looked at Ye Feng helplessly, "In our Tianqi County, a small warrior like me who has no sect or school, what else can I do if not this? Besides, this business is very profitable. If you are lucky, you can kill a fat sheep and save decades of hard work..."

"Hehe, to be honest, young master, as long as I get a few hundred thousand spirit stones, I can also buy a sect quota and become a sect disciple with a sect. At that time, who in Tianqi County dares to offend Master Hu... Young master, you can also eat and drink spicy food if you follow Master Hu..."

The more he spoke, the higher his temper and the louder his voice.

Ye Feng looked at him with a smile on his face.

This silly big guy has a cheerful personality and soon got rid of his decadent state. Or maybe it was because I planted a mark in his soul, which made him completely accept his fate.

"By the way, young master, you are so strong, you are not... a sect disciple, right?" After talking for a while with a high temper, Hei Hu suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Ye Feng with a puzzled face.

Although his new master was two levels weaker than him, the means he displayed were simply bizarre. Not only did he defeat him without any effort, but he was also able to completely control his soul?

Such means and strength were incredible and unprecedented. Could it be that he was a disciple from some sect in Tianqi County who came out to gain experience?

Fortunately, he couldn't beat him.

If he was really a seedling from a sect family who came out to gain experience, and he was inexplicably slaughtered by me as a fat sheep, then it would be a big trouble.

With this thought, Hei Hu couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and the look he gave Ye Feng became extremely respectful...