Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The young man from the Black Needle Sect looked at Zhang Yifeng coldly, without any intention of compromise.

As a disciple of a well-known evil sect in the Qinghuang Realm, how could he throw away the spoils just because of Zhang Yifeng's words.

"You don't think that you are qualified to fight with me just because you have dealt with those trash?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Yifeng with interest.

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and looked at him indifferently.

"So, you don't want to cooperate with me?"

The young man from the Black Needle Sect couldn't help but sneer when he heard it: "Hahaha, relying on yourself as a physical cultivator, you are fearless?"

"I might as well tell you the truth. There are countless cultivators that we have studied in the Black Needle Sect, and naturally there are physical cultivators like you among them."

"Physical cultivators specialize in the physical body, and their physiques are many times stronger than ordinary cultivators."

"But even so, if you meet our Black Needle Sect, you can only be defeated!"

The evil young man from the Black Needle Sect laughed loudly, with a defiant look on his face.

Zhang Yifeng saw his appearance and knew that the other party must have fought with physical cultivators before, otherwise he would not know so clearly.

And from his expression, it is clear that he thinks that with his own means, he can easily hurt physical cultivators.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help showing a trace of vigilance on his face.

Although with his physical strength, he is a rare opponent in this world.

But there is no guarantee that the other party will not have some strange means to hurt him.

"Why, are you scared?"

The young man from the Black Needle Sect laughed when he saw Zhang Yifeng's vigilance.

"Afraid? You can come and try."

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to hook his fingers at him, his eyes full of playfulness.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the young man from the Black Needle Sect condensed his pupils slightly and looked up and down at Zhang Yifeng for a while.

"Okay, let me see how much you are!"

After a cold voice, the young man from the Black Needle Sect moved his fingertips.

Instantly, several black lights attacked Zhang Yifeng directly.

Staring at the black lights flying in front of him for a long time, the alertness in Zhang Yifeng's eyes gradually dissipated.

He stood still, facing the silver needles flying with black lights, without any resistance.

The silver needles shot by the young man from the Black Needle Sect came close to Zhang Yifeng in the blink of an eye.

Facing Zhang Yifeng who had no intention of resisting, the silver needles penetrated his skin without hesitation and pierced deeply.

The young man from the Black Needle Sect did not expect that the physical cultivator who was just clamoring with him would be so good.

He even failed to dodge the silver needle he used to test?

"Ridiculous, is this the level?"

"Well, it's just right to have one more physical cultivator's research material."

The young man from the Black Needle Sect sneered and said sarcastically.

Then he walked towards Zhang Yifeng, ready to take him to the rear of the evil cultivation coalition.

He wanted to get more research materials than destroying the Wushuang Sect.

Now that he has a Wushuang Sect disciple in hand, and one more physical cultivator, it is enough for him to study for a while.

Walking up to Zhang Yifeng, the Black Needle Sect youth raised his hand calmly, and was about to pull Zhang Yifeng's collar and walk back.

"Don't worry."

However, the pulling feeling did not come, but the Black Needle Sect youth's arm was suddenly held by a huge force.

"What, what?!"

Hearing the voice coming from his ear, he hurriedly turned his head.

But he saw Zhang Yifeng with a weird smile on his face, looking at him quietly.

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"You, how can you break free from the control of the black needle!"

The Black Needle Sect youth looked at Zhang Yifeng in disbelief and shouted in a low voice.

At the same time, his body was trembling slightly, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

"Black needles? Are these toys?"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows, and his body shook slightly while speaking.

Immediately, several silver needles were squeezed out from all parts of his body, and fell to the ground at his feet with a series of crisp sounds.

The young man from the Black Needle Sect looked down at the silver needles that fell to the ground, and his pupils could not help but tremble violently.

"You, you can actually expel the black needles from the body!"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the young man from the Black Needle Sect said in disbelief.

"It's just a bunch of small toys, what's the difficulty in squeezing them out."

"I think you are a little too high, I didn't expect you to be so capable."

Zhang Yifeng sighed while speaking, then stretched out his palm and pressed it on the top of the head of the young man from the Black Needle Sect.

"What are you going to do?!"

The young man from the Black Needle Sect was shocked, and the next moment he felt that his eyes were black, and a huge force had come from the top of his head.

Boom!

A loud noise sounded with Zhang Yifeng as the center.

Looking at the young man from the Black Needle Sect, he was actually pressed into the ground by him, leaving only his head outside.

"Ugh!"

The Black Needle Sect youth spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his entire body was already very weak.

Zhang Yifeng's push directly crippled his body.

Although he still had a breath left, the Black Needle Sect youth could no longer feel the situation below his head.

In other words, he had been paralyzed by Zhang Yifeng.

"Daoyou, are you okay?"

Zhang Yifeng didn't even look at the miserable appearance of the Black Needle Sect youth, and casually pulled up the Wushuang Sect disciple who had fallen to the ground.

He raised his hand and pressed on his abdomen, and a silver needle was slowly pulled out.

After the silver needle left his body, the Wushuang Sect disciple immediately gasped for breath.

After calming down, he stood up and bowed to Zhang Yifeng.

"Thank you for saving my life!"

The Wushuang Sect disciple's eyes were full of gratitude.

Although he was controlled by the silver needle just now, he could still sense everything in the outside world.

He also saw with his own eyes how Zhang Yifeng saved him from the evil cultivators of the Black Needle Sect.

"As a guest of the Wushuang Sect, these are what I should do."

"What's more, the Wushuang Sect is the leader of the righteous way in the Qinghuang Realm. How can we let these evil ghosts do whatever they want here."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and then replied with a serious face.

"Your injury is not light, you should retreat to the back and recuperate."

Zhang Yifeng had no intention of continuing the conversation with him, and in a few words, he sent him back to the defense network formed by the Wushuang Sect disciples.

"Who are you, this guy?"

The young man from the Black Needle Sect who was pressed into the ground was struggling to raise his head and asked Zhang Yifeng with a puzzled look.

Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes when he heard the voice, and slowly squatted in front of the young man from the Black Needle Sect.

"Me? I have many identities, but now I am just a passerby who sees injustice."

"But I advise you to keep today's events firmly in mind and be a good person in the future."

After Zhang Yifeng said this, with a strange smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and gestured in front of his forehead for a while.