The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1242 True Martial Sect

He Ye, who was approaching, saw that Ye Feng's expression was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "What is written on the note?"

"Someone wants to meet me. It's okay. Let's continue eating." Ye Feng crushed the note in his hand.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Feng went to the meeting alone and came to the Beishan wasteland mentioned in the note.

He wanted to see who wanted to touch him.

Soon, three people appeared in Ye Feng's sight.

One of the people Ye Feng knew was Wang Chenyu, the eldest son of the Wang family in Yanjing.

The other two people, one of them was wearing a white robe, with thin lips and a cold and arrogant look on his face. He was holding a black fan in his hand, the end of the fan was made of metal and was very sharp.

The other person was wearing red clothes and was a woman with a hot figure and good looks.

She held a dark green flute in her hand, and a small red snake coiled around her shoulder.

The little red snake was spitting out a snake letter. The snake's body was covered with colorful patterns, and it looked like it was highly poisonous at first glance.

After seeing Ye Feng, Wang Chenyu said respectfully: "Brother Angkor, Sister Ding, that's the guy in front!"

The man and woman narrowed their eyes slightly and focused on Ye Feng at the same time.

"Ye Feng, do you still remember me?" Wang Chenyu asked coldly.

"Wang Chenyu." Ye Feng's mouth revealed a hint of teasing.

When Wang Chenyu had evil intentions towards Li Ruoyun, he was severely punished by Ye Feng. He thought today was his revenge.

His eyes moved away from Wang Chenyu and fell on the man and woman beside Wang Chenyu. After his consciousness swept away, Ye Feng's heart condensed.

The man and woman beside Wang Chenyu are both martial arts practitioners, and their cultivation levels are not low.

"Ye Feng, my second brother Wang Chuyuan, did you make him stupid?" Wang Chenyu asked.

Ye Feng asked back: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"

"Whether it is true or not, you will die today!" Wang Chenyu's tone left no room for doubt.

"Really, I spared you last time, but today you have no chance again."

Ye Feng has never been merciful to those who want to kill him.

"Hmph, you are still so arrogant when you are about to die!" Wang Chenyu snorted, "If you offend the Wang family, you will also offend the Zhenwu Sect. Prepare to bear the wrath of the Zhenwu Sect!"

Zhen Wuzong?
This was the first time Ye Feng heard about this martial arts sect.

"Boy, remember the person who took your life. My name is Ding He and his name is Wu Ya."

After the woman in red finished speaking, Ye Feng noticed that she pulled a silver thread in her hand.

Suddenly, in the sky above Ye Feng's head, as well as from the four directions of front, back, left and right, there were five silk nets surrounding him.

Humph, I actually laid a trap in advance!
Ye Feng moved and directly summoned the Dragon Sword in his hand. With a wave of his right hand, an ice-white sword light shot out and slashed at one of the silk nets.

The sharp ice-white sword light struck the silk web, but failed to make a crack.

"Hmph, I want to cut through the Silkworm Web, it's just a fool's errand!" Ding He snorted coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes. He turned his right hand and nine slender ice needles appeared in his hand.

The tip of the ice needle glowed with a cold light.

Obviously, ice needles are poisonous.

Just when the silk screen was about to surround Ye Feng, Ding He shot out the ice needle in his hand.

Nine ice needles penetrated every hole, blocking all of Ye Feng's paths.

Ye Feng's eyes were slightly cold, a khaki halo flashed by, and the figure disappeared from the spot.

The moment Ye Feng's figure disappeared, the sky silk net also enveloped the place where Ye Feng was previously.

Then, the ice needles passed through the gaps in the sky silk net and shot into the net.

It's just that the net is empty, and no matter how poisonous the ice needle is, it has done nothing.

"Escape!?" Ding He's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw Ye Feng's figure suddenly disappearing into the net.

"The conclusion of the investigation is indeed correct. This boy is definitely not a martial artist." Wu Ya closed the fan in his hand and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Junior sister, be careful!" Wu Ya shouted suddenly.

The earth-yellow halo flashed again, and Ye Feng's figure appeared, and the Dragon Sword slashed at Ding He head-on.

Ding He was startled and retreated violently, barely dodging the extremely sharp sword.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng's slash was half empty and half real. After failing to hit Ding He, he suddenly turned towards Wang Chenyu.

A wind blade talisman was sacrificed, and dozens of wind blades appeared out of thin air and shot towards Wang Chenyu.

Wang Chenyu's expression changed drastically. If he was hit by these dozens of wind blades, he would definitely turn into a pile of meat in an instant.

Just when Wang Chenyu was scared, Ding He's delicate body flashed and appeared next to Wang Chenyu.

The seals in Ding He's hands changed rapidly, and a huge internal force of fire energy surged out of her body.

The internal energy of the fire element turned into a huge flaming hand in mid-air.

The giant flaming hand slapped down the incoming wind blade!
Dozens of wind blades disappeared under the roaring flames.

boom!
The giant hand of Lieyan fell, and a half-foot-deep hole with a palm print suddenly appeared on the ground.

Some fallen leaves in the pit burned and turned into a charred mass.

Ding He stared at Ye Feng and asked in a cold voice: "First the escape technique, then the talisman. You are not a martial artist, but an Onmyoji?"

"Junior sister, he is not an Onmyoji. What he just performed should be a long-lost Taoist method." Wu Ya stared at Ye Feng with cold and arrogant eyes and said.

Ye Feng said coldly: "No need to guess my identity, because soon you three will not be alive in this world!"

"Junior sister, you use the magic flute to sweep the formation, and I'll capture this kid." A glint flashed in Wu Ya's eyes.

"Okay." Ding He's beautiful eyes flashed and he nodded.

Obviously, she knew what Wu Ya was planning.

Wu Ya's inner breath exploded, and the rich and vigorous ice elemental inner energy washed over his whole body.

At Wu Ya's feet, the fallen leaves on the ground were soaked in a layer of frost.

Wu Ya flipped his palm, and dozens of blue glass balls appeared in his hand.

Wu Ya's cold eyes flashed coldly, and he used a special technique with his right hand to throw out the blue glass ball.

The blue glass balls scattered in all directions, like scattered flowers, shooting towards Ye Feng from different directions.

The glass ball was wrapped by the internal force of the ice element. It was extremely fast and its techniques were cunning and vicious, targeting Ye Feng's vital points.

Seeing that the glass ball was about to hit Ye Feng, Ye Feng tiptoed and his figure flashed into the air.

Bang bang bang...!
The glass ball shot directly into the trunk of a big tree behind Ye Feng.

As the glass ball exploded, the tree trunk was quickly covered with a layer of ice.

Bang!
The next second, the entire tree exploded and broke, debris flew everywhere, and fell to the ground.

Ye Feng glanced at the fallen tree, and the dragon sword in his hand erupted with a dragon roar as it slashed towards Wu Ya.

At this moment, a flute sound suddenly sounded.

Ye Feng, who was slashing at Wu Ya with the Dragon Sword in his hand, suddenly had a blur in his eyes, and his originally clear consciousness was in a trance.

The sound of the flute was played by Ding He.

Invisible sound waves, mixed with internal force, attacked Ye Feng.

The sound of the flute was strange, and Ye Feng's mind as an immortal cultivator was still affected, but it was just an influence.

(End of this chapter)