Chapter 23: Earthen Chicken and Clay Dog

In a flash, he threw seven or eight punches, each punch hitting the flesh. The mighty deacon of Zhaojiazhuang was like a human sandbag, and was blown up alive in mid-air. The last punch even knocked his fat body off the cliff. Situ Reading

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Like Zhao Hang, there was no trace of his body.

Put away his fist and turn around.

Ye Feng was calm and proud, standing seven feet tall. Looking at Zhao Lun, who was stunned several feet away, his mouth twitched and revealed a sneer.

"You dare not obey my orders!" Like a tiger whose tail was stepped on, Zhao Lun roared angrily, his face twisted to an unimaginable degree.

"So what!"

After looking at him, Ye Feng turned and left.

Tat tat tat...

Every step was slow and heavy, as if a huge hammer was constantly beating Zhao Lun's heart. The muscles on his face were tense, and the hand on the long sword at his waist was trembling slightly. He had the urge to teach Ye Feng a lesson.

But Zhao Lun didn't have the courage after all.

Killing Zhao Tianle with ease, Ye Feng's strength moved him. In a one-on-one battle, Zhao Lun felt that he had no confidence in winning. Even if he won, it would be a miserable victory. The opening of Feiyun Sect to recruit disciples was imminent. No matter what, he didn't want to get hurt at this moment.

"Waste, Ye Feng, I will make you regret for the rest of your life, I will..."

Zhao Lun's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and he was furious. He never thought that this little waste would be so arrogant that he even ignored him.

"If you have the ability, take action..." Ye Feng didn't look back and coldly dropped these words.

If he didn't take action now, it meant that Zhao Lun would lose the last chance and there would be no possibility of defeating him in the future.

It was a pity that Zhao Lun, who looked fierce but was weak, could only vent his dissatisfaction by roaring. A young man like him, who had not experienced a major setback, could not put himself in the right position at all.

Ye Feng no longer took him seriously.

Most people in the world subconsciously think that they are different, even the losers think so.

Zhao Lun thinks that he is different from others, and he will definitely leave the rural area of ​​Zhaojiazhuang, join the sect, and become a peerless master. So he still barely comforted himself in his heart, as long as he held back his anger, wait until his cultivation level improves, and then turn around to deal with Ye Feng, and let Ye Feng pay a heavy price for what he did today.

Unfortunately, while you are making progress, others are also making progress, and the speed of their progress is far beyond your imagination...

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Zhaojiazhuang.

Outside the door of the dilapidated house where Ye Feng lives, there is a surge of people, and hundreds of Zhao clansmen are gathered together, aggressively.

"Ye Feng, you sneakily killed the deacon, as well as Zhao Hang, Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong, you deserve to die!"

"Get out now, or we'll burn your doghouse down."

"Waste, garbage..."

"Blood debt must be paid with blood."

Before Zhao Hang and others disappeared, the people of Zhaojiazhuang were panicking, thinking that some powerful monster had escaped from the Great Black Forest.

Unexpectedly, the news just came that it was Ye Feng who killed them, and Ye Feng even killed Deacon Zhao, which was witnessed by Young Master Zhao Lun. All of a sudden, the whole Zhaojiazhuang exploded, and within less than an hour, hundreds of Zhao clan members gathered, and they were so excited that they wanted to tear him into pieces.

In the broken house, Hua Ling looked nervous, holding Ye Feng's arms tightly with her two small hands, but Ye Feng's face was very calm, as if what the Zhao clan members outside the door said had nothing to do with him.

"Brother, did you really kill Zhao Tianle?"

Hearing his sister's question, Ye Feng smiled slightly, turned his head and looked at Hua Ling and said, "He deserves to die! Hua Ling, you won't blame your brother for being too cruel, right?"

"No! Zhao Tianle was too much of a bully, Ling'er also wanted to kill him, but Ling'er doesn't have the ability of your brother."

Hua Ling felt a little happy in her heart, and nodded seriously.

But immediately, her fair and beautiful face was filled with deep worry. Hua Ling let go of Ye Feng's arm, took two steps at a time, and ran to the window to look at the situation behind the house.

Behind the house was a patch of weeds, close to the high mountain mist, and behind it was an endless mountain range that led directly to the Great Black Forest.

After lifting a corner of the window and observing carefully for a while, Hua Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed a few steamed buns from the old stove and wrapped them in a piece of rag. "Brother, there is no one in the back mountain. You still have time to leave now. If you go up the mountain, they will definitely not be able to catch up with you."

Hua Ling hurriedly stuffed the steamed buns in her hand to Ye Feng, and her tone was very urgent.

"Silly Ling'er, how could brother leave you alone?" Ye Feng stood up and hugged Hua Ling, with a firm look in his eyes, "I, Ye Feng, dare to kill Zhao Tianle, who is in the blood exchange realm, so how can I be afraid of these chickens and dogs outside? Hua Ling, brother will take you away from Zhaojiazhuang now, I want to see who among them can stop me."

A trace of hesitation flashed across Hua Ling's face, and then she smiled with a "puff". With a hint of excitement, she took Ye Feng's arm, "Okay, brother, even if we die, we will die together."

Ye Feng also smiled slightly, stepped forward, and opened the wooden door with Hua Ling in his arms.

“They’re coming out.”

"Ye Feng, the owner of the manor was considerate of our old friendship and the sworn brotherhood of your dead father, which allowed you two to live comfortably until today. But you, a waste, actually attacked my Zhao family's children and even had the audacity to attack the deacon. Do you admit your guilt?"

"If I were you, I would just hit my head and die, so as not to implicate your sister!"

Hundreds of Zhao clansmen were excited and cursed.

"Ye Feng must die, hum, death cannot atone for his sins, his sister Hua Ling must be sold to a brothel to atone for his sins." Standing in the front, Zhao Qi, who was jumping like a grasshopper and the most ferocious, spoke wildly.

Zhao Qi spread this news and brought people to kill him with a fierce momentum, all at the instruction of the young master Zhao Lun.

Ye Feng ignored him, causing Zhao Lun to suffer 10,000 points of damage in his heart, but Zhao Lun did not have the courage to fight Ye Feng to a draw, so he came up with such a vicious move.

At this moment, he was hiding not far away, watching this scene with a smug look.

He wanted Ye Feng to die. Death alone was not enough, and Ye Feng had to be humiliated, humiliated with hatred.

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Hearing the vicious words Zhao Qi said, Ye Feng couldn't help but clench his fists, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"You, really deserve to die! If you have the guts, say it again."

His eyes were cold and his eyes were as sharp as lightning.

In fact, Ye Feng understood that if he really took action against this group of ignorant Zhao clan members, it would be equivalent to declaring war on Zhaojiazhuang head-on. The manor had the unfathomable owner Zhao Dapeng sitting in it, and he would never be an opponent.

But if he insulted the girl Hua Ling, even if he died in battle today, Ye Feng would never frown.