Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

A slightly contemptuous voice sounded from behind the three.

As soon as Ye Feng turned his head, he saw a young man in a purple robe looking at him with disdain.

The young man's appearance was not handsome, and it could even be said that he had sneaky eyes and a rat-like face.

Between his eyebrows, he always felt cunning, with triangular eyes and a collapsed nose.

Even the gorgeous robe on his body and the folding fan in his hand could not conceal his wretched temperament.

When he saw that the three people who turned around were more handsome than the other, a flash of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

When he said, "What are you looking at?", he was staring at Ye Feng's golden hair.

The young man looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but he spoke in a rather mature manner.

Seeing that the three of them were just looking at him and remained unmoved, he felt even more annoyed.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said fiercely, "Don't you know who I am? Get out of the way!"

While speaking, he muttered in a low voice, "Blind dogs, how can anyone come to Cloud Cauldron?"

The young man's angry scolding quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd, and many people stopped to watch the excitement.

Among them, many people recognized the young man's identity.

A young man frowned slightly and couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Why is Wang Heyang here again!! Is Cloud Pill Pavilion really not afraid of him being beaten to death outside??"

The man who came with the young man quickly pulled him away and said in a tense voice.

"Old Fourth, are you courting death!!"

"Even if he is a scoundrel, he is still a core disciple of Cloud Pill Pavilion! How can we provoke him?"

After speaking, the man glanced at Li Guanqi and the other two with concern and sighed softly.

"Hurry up and leave, don't meddle in other people's business!"

The surrounding crowd watched the discussion, and some people even sneered and said that the three of them were unlucky to have provoked Wang Heyang.

However, Wang Heyang looked at the three people and found that their faces were as calm as water, and they couldn't see any joy or anger.

This scene made him feel a faint anger in his heart!

Then, with a cold face, he suddenly put away the pretentious folding fan in his hand and said coldly.

"Three bumpkins, if you're not deaf, you should have understood this young master's identity, right?"

"Get out of here!"

Ye Feng tilted his head, his face a little cold.

He turned his head to look at the wide road around him, then turned to look at Li Guanqi.

Seeing him nod slightly, he couldn't help but sneer, "Are you a moron?"

As soon as this was said, the surrounding crowd stirred slightly.

Perhaps these people did not expect Ye Feng to not play according to the rules and curse directly.

A girl looked at the handsome Ye Feng and couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim.

"Doesn't this guy know Wang Heyang's identity? How dare he... curse him."

"He's so handsome, what a pity..."

As soon as the girl said this, she immediately gained the approval of the women who were traveling with her.

A woman with a good appearance wearing a pink dress flashed her eyes and couldn't help but say to Ye Feng.

"He is indeed handsome, but he has no brains."

A cultivator watching the excitement couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that one day I would see someone scolding Wang Heyang."

"With his temper, I'm afraid he won't let it go."

"Tsk tsk, the last time someone spoke to him like this, his body was hung on the city gate the next day, right?"

Wang Heyang narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He felt that his majesty had been provoked!

However, before he could speak, Ye Feng's voice came again.

"Stop squinting, you can't see even if you don't squint."

"The road is so wide, but you have to say that I'm blocking you, are you itchy?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said with disdain.

Wang Heyang's eyes flashed with a murderous intent, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly ejected a blade from the fan bone. Without saying a word, he rushed towards Ye Feng in an instant!!

A crimson flame涌现from his body, and the pressure of the Golden Core Realm erupted!

The originally unremarkable folding fan was now surrounded by flames, and it flew up and down in his hand, attacking Ye Feng with unpredictable trajectories.

However, the onlookers found that the blind man in white robe and the boy with a slightly large head did not even look at him and turned to walk towards the auction house.

Just when many people thought that the golden-haired boy would definitely be splattered with blood in the next moment.

A muffled sound suddenly came out!!

I saw that the golden-haired boy was as fast as lightning. In a flash, he dodged Wang Heyang's attack and slammed his fist on his face!!

Bang!!

The terrifying force caused Wang Heyang to smash to the ground in an instant!

The moment his head came into contact with the ground, the bluestone bricks on the ground were smashed, and his body suddenly flew up!

Ye Feng turned around, and as his waist twisted, he kicked his face fiercely.

The strength of this kick was not small, and suddenly Wang Heyang's face was covered with blood, and all his front teeth were shattered.

Blood mixed with teeth was swallowed into his stomach.

However, just as Wang Heyang's body was flying backwards rapidly, that ghostly figure suddenly appeared beside him, grabbed his hair and lifted him into the air!

This scene made the surrounding onlookers suddenly become silent!!

Everyone didn't expect that the handsome golden-haired boy was also a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm!

But...

The two were clearly in the same realm and were both in the early stage of the Golden Core, so why was the strength they displayed so different!

No matter how you look at it, the golden-haired youth's strength was crushing Wang Heyang.

For a time, everyone began to speculate about Ye Feng's identity.

People with his strength and so young should not be unknown people.

But they couldn't figure it out even if they racked their brains, which clan in the Eastern Region had someone like him.

Wang Heyang, who was being held in Ye Feng's hand, had a flash of fear in his eyes, but more of it was shame and anger!

Being beaten like this in front of so many people, he had lost all his face!

Ye Feng ignored his eyes and said boringly, "Is this your capital for arrogance?"

"Heh, it's not that good."

Bang!

Then he threw him out more than ten feet away, and Wang Heyang's embarrassed figure rubbed a long bloodstain on the ground.

Ye Feng patted his hands with his eyes lowered, his brows furrowed, as if the blood on his hands made him uncomfortable.

Ye Feng murmured in a low voice: "No matter who you are, remember."

"Don't provoke us."

After speaking, Ye Feng chased after the two without looking back, and the three walked into the Cloud Cauldron Auction House together.

Wang Heyang, who was lying on the ground, felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart.

He propped up his upper body and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, thick blood mixed with several teeth.

His eyes showed a sinister look, and his eyes stared at the three people who left!!

Then he turned to look around and cursed angrily: "Look! Look at your mother!!"

"If you look again, I will kill you all!!"