World Wide Martial Art

The blocked meridians have been unblocked. Due to the damaged Dantian, although the Yuan Power that can be provided at this moment is only about the third level of innate energy, it is enough to deal with this kind of stuff. Situ

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and he breathed out slowly.

Seeing that the iron bar that fell down was no more than two feet away from his head, Ye Feng suddenly exhaled and let out a soft drink.

He raised his right hand, five slender fingers stretched out, and he grasped the black iron rod that had been knocked down by the fierce wind in the palm of his hand.

"Um?"

The heart of the rude and strong man jumped suddenly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose.

Almost at the same moment, a thunderous cold snort sounded directly in the depths of the strong man's mind.

"Humph, count your luck. I, Ye Feng, have just arrived here. I have to get familiar with this world as soon as possible, otherwise..." As the cold snort disappeared, the strong man only saw Ye Feng stretching out his other hand and patting himself on the head very quickly. Got a handful.

"ah!"

Screams of pain were heard from the spot.

The moment his palm made contact with the opponent's head, Ye Feng attached his mental power to his Yuan force and sent it into the opponent's brain.

The strong man felt as if his head was going to explode. He fell to the ground in pain and twisted, and the energy in his body could not be lifted at all.

At this moment, only one thought flashed through his mind, "What happened!" Then his neck tilted and his eyes turned white...

When the strong man woke up and his brain regained control of his body, he was completely stunned as soon as he opened his eyes.

He threw himself on the ground, and the young man with only the third level of innate cultivation sat in front of him leisurely.

At this moment, the young man had changed out of his tattered clothes. The clothes he was wearing and the storage ring he was playing with all gave the strong man a very familiar feeling.

It seems... they are all their own.

After decades of robberies, all the money is in this storage ring.

"damn it!"

The strong man jumped up and was subconsciously trying to grab the storage ring from the opponent's hand, but suddenly remembered the scene just now and immediately sat back down weakly.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, kicked him, and said in a calm voice: "Let go of your soul and let me mark it. From now on, you will be my slave..."

"Are you dreaming! You want Master Hu to listen to you? Isn't it possible?"

"Well, this place should be quite remote, so I'll just search for souls..."

Ye Feng's voice was cold to the bones of the strong man's ears, and he couldn't help but feel excited. From the perspective of him who was used to robbing and murdering people, it was very clear that the young man in front of him spoke in an understatement, with only a few words from Liao Liao. , but when doing things, he will never be merciful.

In an instant, the strong man's intestines were about to turn green.

How could I meet such a ruthless character? He was born with the third level of innateness, and he forced himself to count the sticks, but nothing happened?

And listening to his words, he knows how to search for souls and how to engrave soul marks. Obviously, his mental power is even stronger.

How could such a person appear in the wilderness with shabby clothes?

If I had known that this person was so awesome, I should have run as far as I could, and I definitely shouldn't have provoked him.

Hey... forget it, it's better to live than die.

Although the strong man has never personally experienced the consequences of being searched for his soul, he has only heard about it through hearsay. It is said that you are lucky to become a fool. Usually, with a "bang", your head will explode like a watermelon.

So, not long after, Master Hu, the robber who was well-known within a hundred miles, squatted down next to Ye Feng with a grimace on his face.

Smiling and taking back the remaining mental power, Ye Feng's face turned paler than before.

Although the Dantian was severely damaged, his mental power was still strong. However, it was still a bit difficult for Ye Feng to carve the mark of the soul. If the strong man was not frightened and cooperated very obediently, it was not certain whether he could succeed.

Looking at the aggrieved look on the dark burly man squatting in front of him, Ye Feng didn't have any sense of being a "bad guy" at all. Instead, he smiled evilly, feeling as relaxed as relief.

This person is unfamiliar with the place and must find someone to guide him.

"Don't look so dejected. Being able to follow me is a blessing from the cultivation of your front body..." Ye Feng said.

His spiritual magic of controlling strong men was born out of the Soul Yuan Blood Palace, one of the branches of the Demon Sect. It is extremely sophisticated. It can not only directly take away the opponent's life, but also torture the soul of the person being controlled. It can be said that once he is in the opponent's soul, Engraving a mark, unless the mental strength can surpass that of the person being controlled, otherwise, it will never be possible to escape.

In his heart, the strong man scolded Ye Feng to the point where he was above the eighteenth generation, but he did not dare to show any resentment on his face and kept his promise.

"Let's talk now, what's your name?"

"Yeluhu..."

"Yeluhu? The name is too hard to pronounce. I will change your name for you. From now on, you will be called...Heihu." Ye Feng frowned and looked at him coldly.

What is the name of a Yeluhu who comes from Africa?

"Black... black tiger? How does it sound like the one raised by the family next door when I was a kid..." The strong man touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What? Not willing?" Ye Feng curled his lips.

"If you are willing... you can call me whatever you like..."

Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Black Tiger, let me ask you, how come you do such things as murdering people and stealing goods?"

Black Tiger looked at Ye Feng helplessly, "In our Tianqi County, what else can a little martial artist like me do without this? Besides, this business can be very profitable. If you are lucky, you can kill one." The fat sheep can directly save decades of struggle..."

"Hehe, to be honest, young master, as long as I collect hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones, I can buy a sect quota and become a disciple of a well-known sect. By then, who else in Tianqi County will dare to Offend Mr. Hu... Young Master, if you follow Mr. Hu, I will also be a popular drinker..."

The more he spoke, the louder his temper became and the louder his voice became.

Ye Feng looked at him with a smile on his face.

This silly guy has a somewhat cheerful personality, and he quickly got out of his decadent state. Or perhaps, he planted a mark in his soul, making him completely accept his fate.

"By the way, Young Master, you are so strong, are you... a disciple of the sect?" Heihu said in a high-spirited tone for a while, and then Hei Hu suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Ye Feng with a puzzled look on his face.

Although his new master's cultivation is two levels weaker than his own, the methods he uses are simply bizarre. Not only can he defeat him effortlessly, but he can also completely control his soul?

Such methods and strength are unbelievable and have only been seen in my life. Could it be that he is a disciple of some sect in Tianqi County?

Fortunately, I couldn't beat him.

If he is really a seedling who came out of the sect family to gain experience and is inexplicably treated as a fat sheep and slaughtered by him, then he will be in big trouble.

At this thought, Black Tiger couldn't help but secretly began to rejoice, and his eyes when looking at Ye Feng became extremely respectful...