"It's really you two monsters!" The leader snorted, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a "choking" sound. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the old man, "I just let you escape by chance, now let's see where you run!"
The two people next to him also immediately drew their long swords, forming a triangle, surrounding the old man and the woman.
"Who are you...? Why are you chasing after me so closely!" the woman said angrily.
"Humph, we are disciples of the Wanjian Sect, specializing in subduing and eliminating demons!" one of them said.
"Ahem...that's ridiculous. You must be here for the Bodhi tree root in me and the snow elixir in Xue'er's body." The old man said with sharp eyes, word by word.
"Hmph, it's good to know that the human race and the demon race are incompatible, and today is the day you die!"
Another Wanjian Sect disciple said.
Ye Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.
The woman called "Xue'er" stubbornly protected the old man behind her, with an unyielding look in her eyes.
"This "Xue'er" is interesting, but the situation is not good..." Ye Feng thought to himself that he must stop this conflict. At least, he could not let anything happen to this woman before completing the task.
He cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"Everyone, everyone..." Ye Feng's voice was a bit lazy, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, "Why do you need to use a knife or a gun? It will hurt your harmony."
Hearing the sound, the disciples of Wanjian Sect turned to look at Ye Feng.
The leader looked him up and down with contempt in his eyes.
"Who are you? Dare to interfere in our Wanjian Sect's business?"
Ye Feng shrugged and kept walking, as if he did not feel the other party's hostility. He walked slowly in front of everyone, his eyes stayed on Xue'er for a moment, and then quickly moved away.
"I am Ye Feng, an outer disciple of Tianji Sect." Ye Feng said calmly.
"Tianji Sect?" Wu Buxiu raised his eyebrows, remembering the purpose of going to Tianji Sect this time, "Outer disciple?" He repeated, with a bit more playfulness in his tone.
"Exactly." Ye Feng nodded slightly.
"Humph," Wu Buxiu snorted coldly, "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be just an outer disciple. I am Wu Buxiu, an inner disciple of Wanjian Sect, and these two are my junior brothers, Hao Yijian and Li Cong."
He pointed at the two people beside him, his tone proud.
Hao Yijian was tall and thin, with a stern face, and the spiritual sword in his hand shone with cold light.
Li Cong, on the other hand, is shorter and fatter, with a sleazy smile on his face, and his eyes wander around Xueer.
Ye Feng clasped his fists, with a smile on his face: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
He paused and continued, "Brother Wu, I think there may be some misunderstanding. How about leaving Miss Xue'er and this old man to me, okay?"
Ye Feng's voice was not loud, but he had an unquestionable tone.
He looked at Wu Buxiu, his eyes calm, with a faint edge.
The air was filled with a faint Zen fragrance, which was emanating from the old man. Mixed with the tense atmosphere around him, it made people feel a little depressed.
When Wu Buxiu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. The laughter was full of ridicule and disdain.
"Hahahaha! An outer disciple of Tianji Sect dares to teach me how to do things? Who do you think you are?" Wu Buxiu laughed so hard that he seemed to have heard some big joke.
"Boy, you are a waste on the fifth floor of the Foundation, how dare you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of us?" Hao Yijian pointed at Ye Feng's nose with a look of disdain.
"Get out of here, don't delay our business." Li Cong also waved his hand impatiently, as if he was chasing away an ant.
Ye Feng was still smiling, but his eyes were slightly narrowed.
"Why bother to fight and kill people when peace brings wealth?" The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.
"Go away! If you dare to meddle in other people's business again, I'll take care of you too!" Wu Buxiu roared angrily, and exploded with the ninth level of foundation building.
The pressure from the ninth floor of the foundation poured out like a mountain, causing the two little beggars to tremble and hug each other tightly.
Xueer waved her delicate hand, and a shield made of ice crystals blocked the two children. She turned her head and looked at Ye Feng: "Mr. Ye, thank you for speaking up, but you still don't want to get involved in this matter. They have a large number of people, and you... the fifth floor of the foundation building is not their opponent."
Ye Feng waved his hand, smiled at her, and interrupted Xueer's words.
"Although my cultivation level is not high, I, Ye Feng, am still an upright man. How can I just watch you being bullied?"
"You..." Xueer was choked by Ye Feng's words, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
He took a step forward and stood in front of Xue'er, with that smile still on his face, but there was a bit more coldness in this smile.
"I hate being bullied by others." Ye Feng shrugged and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if the tense situation in front of him was just a child's play.
But he was thinking in his mind that the tasks issued by the system must be completed, and he did not like these disciples of Wanjian Sect, so he could teach them a lesson and kill two birds with one stone.
"Boy, you are looking for death!" Wu Buxiu saw that Ye Feng actually dared to ignore him and flirt with the snow demon. He was furious. He pointed at Ye Feng's nose and yelled, "How dare you, a fifth-level trash of a foundation, to imitate other heroes and save a beauty? If you are wise, get out of here, otherwise I will make you regret coming here. "To this world!"
"Oh, what's wrong with the fifth level of Foundation Establishment?" Ye Feng pretended to pick his ears, with a look of disdain, "On the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, heroes can't save the beauties? Who made the rule? Are you, the disciples of Wanjian Sect, all cowards who only dare to bully the weak?"
"You...you dare to call us cowards?" Li Cong and Hao Yijian were also furious. As disciples of the Wanjian Sect, they were respected by others wherever they went. How had they ever been humiliated like this?
"Oh my, I didn't say that, you made the decision yourself." Ye Feng spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, with an expression that said he deserved a beating as much as he wanted.
"Brother, don't talk nonsense to him, just do it!" Hao Yijian said through gritted teeth, he couldn't wait to tear Ye Feng into pieces.
"Okay! Today I will let you see the power of our Wanjian Sect!" Wu Buxiu roared angrily, and the spiritual sword in his hand flashed.
When Xueer saw this, the aura around her body suddenly changed.
A burst of extremely cold air burst out from her body and instantly filled the entire mountain temple.
The already dilapidated temple was quickly covered with a thick layer of frost.
The ground, walls, and even the broken statue were covered with a layer of crystal ice armor.
"Kakakaka..."
Outside the mountain temple, the heavy rain that had been falling turned into fine ice spikes, crackling on the ground, making a crisp sound.
The two little beggars were shivering with cold, their teeth chattering. They cuddled tightly together and wrapped their bodies in tattered clothes, trying to resist the sudden cold.