Fantasy: Divine Level Luck

Secret Realm entrance.

Tang Ying's colored contact lenses flashed and reminded: "Ye Feng, I think we should be more careful. The contract between the Spirit Communication Secret Realm and the door was inexplicably terminated, and it appeared in the Far East Sea."

"There must be something fishy in this."

"Now all the sects are pointing their fingers at us, so... we can tolerate everything and check the situation in the Secret Realm."

The disappearance of the Spirit Communication Secret Realm was so strange that even the ancestor personally investigated it, but there was no result.

Therefore, she guessed that someone was planning this.

Ye Feng looked at her in surprise. After all, Tang Ying had always been held in the palm of Mysterious Heaven Gate, but she could still bow to other geniuses?

It's good to be sensible.

But... Tang Ying misjudged his strength.

"Don't worry, they are just a few so-called geniuses. I will definitely take back the Spirit Communication Secret Realm!"

Of course, Ye Feng silently added in his heart, how could I give up my things?

If anyone dares to steal it, kill him directly.

The three inner disciples' eyelids twitched wildly, and they suddenly felt nervous.

Seeing Ye Feng eager to try, I felt strange...

I feel like crying, but I have already begged Ye Feng in my heart, please don’t cause trouble...

The current Mysterious Heaven Gate is a nail in the coffin, and all forces want to kick them out first.

If Ye Feng is so arrogant, wouldn't he directly increase the hatred value to the highest level?

When the time comes, if they are attacked by a group of people, let alone regaining the Spirit Communication Secret Realm, it will be a question of whether they can even walk out alive.

"Hahaha, it makes me laugh. Where did this country bumpkin come from? He actually wants to take back the Spirit Communication Secret Realm."

Several dandy boys also appeared at the entrance. The leading young man in white robes was suddenly startled: "Ying'er? I didn't expect that Mysterious Heaven Gate would let you come in person this time."

"It's true that you can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here. Come on, come on, brothers, hurry up and see your young lady."

The four disciples at the back bowed to Tang Ying and shouted: "Hello, Madam."

Tang Ying's pretty face was extremely cold, and there was a cold light in her beautiful eyes: "Ye Wuhen, you haven't been beaten by my aunt for a long time, is it okay?"

"If your parents hadn't taken action last time, I would have killed you, you playboy, bah."

Ye Wuhen had a sneer on his face and said, "Oh? Really? I have been promoted to the middle level of Soul Formation and entered the Secret Realm. Even if I tie you up and do something, no one else will know."

"It's your Mysterious Heaven Gate's honor that I can like you. If you don't like the soft ones, you have to eat the hard ones."

"Remember, be careful when entering the Secret Realm. This time... I will take action directly."

"Ye's dog, get out of here." Ye Feng took Tang Ying's hand and walked forward, as if he was about to hit a wall of people.

The three inner disciples behind him hurriedly followed, filled with resentment in their hearts. Tang Ying was a Divine Maiden-like figure in their hearts.

If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have rushed up and angrily hammered the third young master of the Ye family.

"Where are you from? I didn't see Third Young Master here..." A Ye family disciple suddenly roared, pulled out his spiritual sword, and was about to take action.

"Crash!"

The fist wind roared, and golden light flashed.

"Peng!"

A dull thunder suddenly sounded, and everyone's eyes were dazzled.

A stream of... red and white thick blood suddenly spilled into the air.

That disciple's head... was exploded instantly!

And no one can detect all this.

Even the powerful people from various forces who have been paying attention to this place are dumbfounded at this moment.

This... what the hell is the strength of Soul Formation's primary level?

"Let me go, this young man from the sin lineage of the Ye family must be at least an intermediate Soul Formation, right?"

"Fighting across levels, I am worthy of being accepted as a disciple by the three Saint Ancestors, but... this is not enough. Ye Wuhen is now ranked eighteenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. He is at the peak of the Soul Formation Intermediate Level. It is by no means an easy feat."

"That's right, after Ye Wuhen's last battle with Taixuan Saintess, he learned a lesson and his strength has improved by more than one level. That boy from the sin lineage is dangerous."

Countless people spoke up and said that they had no confidence in Ye Feng.

Feng Zu was silent on the side, with a sneer in his heart.

Do they know that Ye Feng has not tried his best?

This punch probably didn't even warm up.

If he wanted to kill an ant, Ye Feng would have to do his best. Isn't that killing a chicken with a knife?

What's more, even Qin Luo, who was ranked third on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, was killed with one punch. How could a mere middle-level Soul Formation person be qualified to fight against his disciple?

Well...even though I am only a registered master, I can still be called this.

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Secret Realm entrance.

Ye Wuhen was very calm, without any anger or panic.

He tilted his head and said calmly: "Although it's just an unimportant dog that died, but... you made me very unhappy."

"I am the sinner of the Ye family, right? I originally planned to look for you, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to show up."

"Be careful in the next life. When you beat a dog, it depends on the owner."

The three inner disciples suddenly shook their heads, and a figure flashed past their eyes.

At this time, many geniuses from all walks of life had gathered at the entrance. They looked at this farce and sighed.

"It seems that Mysterious Heaven Gate doesn't want the Spirit Communication Secret Realm anymore. It actually sent two Soul Formation beginners, and... it dared to provoke the current Ye Wuhen before entering the field. It's really looking for death."

"It's a pity that Taixuan Saintess, such a Peerless Grade woman, can't taste it. It's a pity, hahaha."

"What brother said is true. It's a pity. It's a pity. Ye Wuhen is afraid that he will destroy the flower with his own hands."

Countless people laughed, as if the ending of the scene in front of them had been decided.

"boom!"

Ye Feng loosened his hand, stepped forward, and blasted out.

The terrifying power like a mountain made all the geniuses watching the battle stunned.

This power...

Before anyone could react, they heard another muffled sound.

"Peng!"

The golden right fist landed on Ye Wuhen's sword.

"Crack...click!"

"The perfect Xuanpin Spiritual Sword was actually shattered by a punch?"

"What kind of terrifying power is this that actually makes me feel suffocated?"

Countless people's pupils shrank, they were startled, and they exclaimed in surprise.

"Asshole, destroy my spiritual sword, you are looking for death!" Ye Wuhen roared angrily. This is the most suitable spiritual sword for him now, but it was destroyed like this.

But before he finished speaking, before he could react, countless afterimages flashed across his eyes, and Ye Feng's voice was deafening.

"Trash, kneel down!"

"Peng!"

There was a dull loud noise, and the legs immediately lost feeling. The bones in the entire leg were almost shattered.

"die!"

The light in Ye Feng's eyes turned scarlet and hit his head without hesitation.

Cut the grass...get rid of the roots!