Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

In sight, there was a dense crowd of people.

This group of people, three levels inside and three outside, completely surrounded the practice room. Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for even a fly to fly out.

But this time, these monks were wiser. Because they were worried that there were powerful formations here, they did not get too close, but kept a certain distance from the practice room.

"Look, someone is coming out."

Seeing Zhang Yifeng walking out of the practice room, everyone was brightened, and their eyes looking at Zhang Yifeng were full of bloodthirsty madness.

In fact, these days, although they surrounded the practice room, they felt very proud at first, but as time passed, their faces became ugly, and many of them even felt irritated.

Ever since the practice room was besieged by them, the Jia family was like a shrunken turtle, letting them surround the practice room without any reaction.

They also tried to break into the practice room and take it for themselves, the money-spinner of the Jia family, but they tried several times and gave up after paying the price of dozens of lives.

They wanted to vent to the Jia family, but these days, the Jia family were like turtles, ignoring their provocations. This made them depressed and at the same time felt like they had no power to use.

In their opinion, although the Jia family is powerful, the only thing that is powerful is the formation. If they leave the protection of the formation, they will have nothing to fear.

"He must be a lackey of the Jia family. Come on, we will kill him and collect some interest first."

A voice sounded.

Then, several figures rushed out of the crowd, and those figures all rushed towards Zhang Yifeng with grins on their faces.

At the gate, Zhang Yifeng frowned as he looked at the people rushing towards him, and then he looked back behind him.

"That's the fluctuation of the formation."

As an eighth-level junior formation master, Zhang Yifeng quickly realized that the formation was condensing energy fluctuations, but the formation did not lock on him, but on the figures rushing towards him. On the body.

After understanding this, Zhang Yifeng's expression became strange.

He stopped, looked at the figures rushing towards him, and shook his head slightly in his heart. These people really didn't know whether to live or die.

Opposite Zhang Yifeng, when the figures saw that Zhang Yifeng did not make any defensive movements, doubts flashed in their eyes. Could he be committing suicide?

At this moment, a powerful wave of spiritual energy came from the direction of the practice room.

Everyone's faces instantly turned pale as paper, and one of them said with trembling lips: "This is the Jia family's formation."

The faces of the rest of the people also turned pale. In the past few days, they had personally experienced the terror of the Jia family's formation. At this moment, they finally realized that they were already within the attack range of the formation.

escape!

After feeling that their auras were locked by the formation, the faces of several people changed wildly. They all couldn't care about Zhang Yifeng, and they all retreated. Their speed was more than twice as fast as before.

However, although their speed is very fast, the attacks issued by the formation are faster.

They didn't run a few steps before they were instantly overtaken by the attack from the formation.

boom!

"ah!"

Following several extremely miserable screams, the monks who attacked Zhang Yifeng all died under the attack of the formation.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng's opinion of the Jia family couldn't help but rise to a higher level. Although he had an eighth-level elementary formation cultivation, he couldn't set up the formation just now.

"These families in Sihai City are really not to be underestimated."

hiss!

Not far away, when everyone saw this scene, their faces turned cold.

For a moment, everyone looked at me and me, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng walking forward, the eyes of a figure in the crowd suddenly lit up: "The Jia family's formation has a limited attack range. We wait for him to come out. Once he leaves the protection of the Jia family's formation, he will definitely die." No burial place.

Listening to that man's words, everyone's eyes lit up.

They were not worried about whether Zhang Yifeng would come out of the formation's range, because Zhang Yifeng was already walking towards them at this moment, and according to his speed, he would soon be out of the formation's attack range.

Seeing the eyes of everyone in front of him looking at him, Zhang Yifeng's face was a little cold. The reason why he walked out of the practice room even though he knew there was danger outside was to go to the Weapon Refining Pavilion as soon as possible.

But these people in front of him were all surrounded here, and they regarded him as a soft persimmon who could be kneaded at will.

When he was about to walk out of the range covered by the formation, Zhang Yifeng stopped. He looked at everyone with cold eyes and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, everyone around him burst into laughter. They looked at Zhang Yifeng as if they were looking at a fool.

"Get out of the way? Humph, your Jia family has killed so many of us, and you just get out of the way when you say so?"

"Today, you will definitely die!"

"The Jia family must pay the price for their actions."

Listening to everyone's angry words, Zhang Yifeng frowned: "I'll say it again, I'm not from the Jia family."

"No one has entered this practice room for half a month. You said you are not from the Jia family, so why did you come out?" A middle-aged monk with a goatee stared at Zhang Yifeng with a look of resentment and said.

"That's right, kill this guy and avenge our dead comrades!"

Zhang Yifeng shook his head, stopped talking nonsense, and stepped directly out of the formation's coverage area.

"He's out, let's all come together and kill him!"

As soon as Zhang Yifeng walked out of the area covered by the formation, hundreds of people instantly surrounded him and launched a fierce attack on him.

For this scene, Zhang Yifeng had long been prepared. Facing the attacks from everyone, he instantly activated the Battle Immortal Body, with a cold look on his face. He punched out and mercilessly hit the monk closest to him. Smashed it over.

"ah!"

Zhang Yifeng's angry punch had at least the attack power of a first-level monk in the out-of-body stage. It was something that ordinary monks could not resist.

The monk received a punch from Zhang Yifeng, and his body instantly exploded in the air. Even Nascent Soul was not spared.

When the other monks saw this, their pupils shrank. They did not expect that Zhang Yifeng would be so violent.

A stern look flashed in the goatee's eyes, and he shouted to the people around him: "He is very strong, everyone, stop hiding your clumsiness, come together and kill him!"

After speaking, a powerful aura emanated from Goatee's body. He roared, and a thin sword instantly appeared in his right hand. The sword's spiritual power surged, exuding an intimidating aura.