Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng's movements were not fast, but a scene that shocked everyone appeared. Mr. Chun didn't react at all, and was directly punched away by Zhang Yifeng.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Chun Lao's body fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. Chun Lao turned pale at that time.

Later, Zhang Yifeng held the Sky-Splitting Mark and pressed it against Chun Lao's neck.

"Mr. Chun, what's going on!"

Yeluqi's surprised voice came. Why didn't Mr. Chun react at all? Zhang Yifeng's attack was not fast.

"Psychic attack!"

Old Chun's voice came. The reason why he didn't move just now was because his mind was blank.

Zhang Yifeng may not be as good as Chun Lao in cultivation, but his mental power is definitely stronger than Chun Lao.

It's a pity that Zhang Yifeng didn't learn the powerful spiritual magic. If he had powerful spiritual magic, one thought would be enough to kill the acquired masters!

However, Zhang Yifeng still caused great damage to Chun Lao's spirit, and he would not be able to recover unless he took a good rest for a while.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng turned around, and the sword in his hand made an arc, slashing towards Yeluqe behind him.

"Do not kill me!"

Yeluqi was so shocked that he almost cried. He quickly begged for mercy.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the broadsword struck Yeluqi's body hard. But, it's not the edge of the blade, but the back of the blade. Yeluqi's body was directly knocked away.

"I'll teach you a lesson this time. If there's a next time, you won't go back intact again, I promise."

Zhang Yifeng spoke in a cold voice. With that said, he put away the Sky-Splitting Scar and left the alley step by step.

Until his figure disappeared, Mr. Chun did not take action again.

"Mr. Chun, why didn't you take action just now?" came Yeluliang's doubtful voice.

"Not an opponent. This young man's cultivation may not be as strong as mine, but he knows the lost mental attack technique. His mental power is very powerful. If he uses mental attacks a few more times, I will become an idiot even if I don't die."

"Mr. Chun, is he really that powerful?"

"Very powerful. Who is this young man? You two had better not provoke him in the future."

…

Zhang Yifeng left the alley and quickly found Bai Jingjing.

"Has the matter been dealt with? What happened?"

Bai Jingjing's confused voice came immediately.

"Those two dandy boys are here to cause trouble again, but I believe that after this time, they won't dare to cause trouble to me anymore."

"Oh. As long as it's okay, just hang out with me some more."

"Okay, let's go shopping for another half hour."

Half an hour later, Zhang Yifeng and Bai Jingjing returned to the City Lord's Mansion and went back to their respective rooms.

As soon as he returned to the room, Zhang Yifeng continued to practice the Fighting Immortal Body.

Fighting Immortal Body, as long as you persist, you will gain something. According to Zhang Yifeng's talent, it was only a matter of time before he got started.

Soon, night falls. As usual, the servant left the meal in front of the door.

Zhang Yifeng picked up the food, went to the pavilion, and looked up at the sky.

Tonight, there is no moon and the sky is gray, as if it is going to rain.

Zhang Yifeng picked up the wine glass and took a few sips.

Time passed, and I don’t know when, the sound of music sounded again in the courtyard. On the boat on the pond, the beautiful white image seemed to have just arrived, but it seemed to have been here for a long time. She sat on the bow of the boat, fingering the strings and making sounds. Her voice was ethereal, reaching up to the nine heavens.

After a long time, the song was finished. The woman in white tidied her clothes and prepared to row a boat ashore.

"Girl, are you waiting for me tonight?"

Zhang Yifeng suddenly spoke out, speaking to the woman for the first time.

The woman in white turned her head and glanced at Zhang Yifeng, but said nothing.

Zhang Yifeng did not feel embarrassed and spoke again: "How about playing another song?"

The woman hesitated, and finally sat down again and played an unknown song, but as before, the tune was low, as if she was talking about the troubles in her heart.

Soon, the sound of the piano stopped, but Zhang Yifeng was still unfinished and spoke for the third time: "Since we all have sorrow in our hearts, we might as well have a few drinks together."

The woman in white looked at Zhang Yifeng and made no move for a long time. After a long time, she slid the boat and left ashore.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head slightly: "Are you still afraid that I will eat you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a moving voice came from behind him: "In my home, what am I afraid of you for?"

Zhang Yifeng turned his head subconsciously, and a white silhouette appeared in front of his eyes. This was a young woman. Her eyes were not big, but she exuded an indescribable aura. Her lips were thick and well-proportioned, making people want to take a bite. The bridge of her nose is high and straight, which highlights the exquisiteness of her facial features.

The woman is gentle and elegant, and her every move has a ladylike temperament, and she looks polite.

"If I guess correctly, you are the eldest lady of the Yelu family."

Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly.

The woman nodded, her red lips parted slightly: "I am Yelumeng."

Zhang Yifeng took a sip of wine and pointed to the stone chair next to him: "There is one thing I don't understand. Since you are the eldest lady of the Yelu family and have a high status, why do you relieve your sorrows with the sound of the piano every night? Is it possible that there are still women like you? Something sad?"

Yelumeng tied up her dress, then slowly sat down and said: "Everyone has troubles and anguish in their hearts. Even if I am the eldest lady of the Yelu family, I am no exception. Sometimes, I really hope that I am just an ordinary person. people."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "Even ordinary people have troubles. Do you want to have a drink?"

"Thank you, no."

"Then I'll drink it myself. Just thank you for playing a song for me every night these days."

"I'm not playing for you." Yelumeng said calmly.

"I know, but I still heard it. How about I play you a song too?"

"You also know how to guzheng?" Yelumeng was stunned.

"No. Let me sing you a cappella song. I think you must have never heard it."

"Oh." Yelumeng responded lightly.

"Then I'll sing."

Zhang Yifeng cleared his throat and began to sing quietly.

“I’ve been feeling annoyed lately, I’ve been feeling annoyed, I’ve been feeling annoyed!

I always feel that life is a bit extreme. I think I am still not used to going from being unknown to being liked by people. "

Zhang Yifeng chose to sing this song simply because he was really troubled. Even though he looked calm all day long and seemed not to care about anything, he was always lonely and worried in his heart.

"I've been feeling very annoyed lately. Where is my expectation in this strange world? I've said goodbye to my friends in my hometown, and now I feel even more lonely!"

The flowing performance of Xiaoqiao is not as good as the impassioned singing.

In fact, Zhang Yifeng rarely reveals his feelings to others. He didn't know if the woman's music had infected him, so he indulged himself a little tonight.

The song Zhang Yifeng sang was a secular song with a fast tempo and a brisk and flexible melody. It didn't sound like a song to express sorrow at first, but the lyrics made people want to sing out all the sorrow in their hearts.