613: C613 Nine Palace Baji Fist

C613 Nine Palace Baji Fist

Young Martial Cultivator's expression was unsettled. He looked at Ye Feng and said coldly: "A mere third grade nation, do you know the consequences of provoking our Holy Land Level's forces? This is to advise you. With your potential and potential, you will have a bright future ahead of you. Don't be impulsive and cause a great disaster. "

"Enough nonsense!" Ye Feng's mouth hooked into a ridiculing smile.

"If you don't hand over the storage ring, then die!"

Ye Feng did not speak anymore, and instantly attacked.

One of the Fire Essence in his body exploded, causing Ye Feng to condense a Flame Bomb in his hand, and in the next moment he struck towards Young Martial Cultivator.

The aura of blazing fire carried a ruthless voice as it tore through the air. In the blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of Young Martial Cultivator.

At the same time, he flicked his finger and a purplish black lightning essence instantly shot out and entered the Flame Bomb. Under the detonation of the lightning essence, two completely different types of elemental energy fused together and gave birth to a huge energy.

Rumble …

A thunderbolt surged, and the black sphere of flames had already released its power.

Young Martial Cultivator had always been on guard against Ye Feng, but he never thought that this time Ye Feng would actually not attack for real. Instead, he shot out something into the air, and just as he was about to punch out to block it, the Thunder Fire Bomb had already exploded in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, an incomparably tyrannical dual attribute power surged towards him.

"What!"

The Young Martial Cultivator was horrified.

He had never thought that the Half-Step Void Entering Stage Martial Cultivator in front of him would be able to unleash such a powerful attack without even needing to get close to it.

"Chi!"

The Armor of Elemental Qi was as weak as paper and instantly shattered. Following that, a life saving technique appeared in Young Martial Cultivator's body, and was also instantly destroyed by the dual attribute thunder and fire.

He retreated backwards with incomparable speed, but how could he compare to the speed at which his Essence was stimulated?

In the next moment, Young Martial Cultivator was like a lit firecracker, exploding several tens of meters away before he finally crashed into the ground. His clothes were all tattered, and his head was full of holes.

Ye Feng took a step forward, and let out a cold laugh towards the battered Young Martial Cultivator. At the same time, his palm slowly rose.

Seeing this scene, the Young Martial Cultivator was overwhelmed with shock, and shouted: "Stop!"

"What is it? You have a last words to say? "

Ye Feng asked indifferently.

"Don't kill me, I … I'll give you my storage ring … "

Young Martial Cultivator forced himself to sit up, he took off the ring on his finger and took the initiative to erase the spirit energy stored in the ring. He shot straight at Ye Feng with a speed that could be described as fast and decisive.

He knew that if the opponent's attack landed, he would not be able to defend against it. If he died here for no reason, then he would be in deep trouble.

Ye Feng nodded and sent his Spirit Qi into the storage ring.

There were approximately ten million Spiritual Stone inside, and also dozens of orange or yellow Fate Bead. As a Jiugong Pavilion disciple, this Young Martial Cultivator was not weak, and his family also made Ye Feng very satisfied.

"If I had known earlier, why would you be like this right now? If you had voluntarily handed over your storage ring at the beginning, how could you have ended up like this?" As he placed the storage ring back into the storage space, the coldness on Ye Feng's face did not dissipate.

"You … It can't be that you want to go back on your word, right? "

Young Martial Cultivator was startled for a moment, and then immediately came to his senses, and looked at Ye Feng fearfully: "I've already handed over my storage ring …"

"Even if I kill you, I can still obtain it." Ye Feng said.1

"But, by killing me, you can take on the deep hatred of my Jiugong Pavilion. It will not benefit you in the slightest …"

"Don't worry, I will destroy the corpse and remove all traces of it. No one will know that I killed you." Ye Feng said again.

"…"

Young Martial Cultivator sunk into silence, seeing Ye Feng walk towards him step by step, his face suddenly revealed a bitter smile, and said: "You are a decisive person. If you wanted to kill me, you would have already done so.

"Hehe …" You are really stupid, and you finally reacted? "That's right. If I want to kill you, I can just simply point a finger at you." Ye Feng stopped and said to him with a smile.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Young Martial Cultivator shook his head and laughed bitterly.

At this moment, he was just a piece of fat on the chopping board, he could only allow Ye Feng to kill him as he pleased, but he clearly knew in his heart that if he was not careful, he might really be killed.

"I don't have much for you... "Hmm, it can also be said that the things on your body that I have set my eyes on are not many. Only the fist technique that you used just now barely fit into my Dharma Eyes." Ye Feng blinked his eyes and said softly.

As for what to do, there was no need for him to say anything.

"You want my Jiugong Eight Extreme Fist Art? Only the elite disciples can practice it. If I were to divulge this set of fist arts and get tracked down, it will be impossible for me to escape death once I return to the sect, and you, will also be endlessly hunted down by my Jiugong Pavilion … " Young Martial Cultivator was surprised and angry at the same time, as he shook his head.

"Bang …"

Ye Feng's eyes became stern, and with a flick of his finger, he smashed a rock at the side of Young Martial Cultivator into pieces.

"Once you return to the sect, you won't be able to escape death? Then you want to die right now? " His voice was icy cold, and filled with a murderous aura.

"Even if I teach you the 'Jiugong Eight Extreme Fist' secret technique, it will be very difficult for you to cultivate it. This is because the foundation of our technique lies in the Nine Palace Energy that we have painstakingly learned since we were young …" Young Martial Cultivator said helplessly, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Ye Feng.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Ye Feng seemed to have thought of something, as his face suddenly revealed a strange smile, and said indifferently: "Think about it, even if you give me the mental cultivation method, I still might not be able to successfully refine it; even if I can refine it, it might not necessarily be known by your Jiugong Pavilion; even if I do, it might not necessarily be traced back to you; even if I trace it back to you, it might not necessarily lead to your death …"

"But …" His voice turned cold as he shouted, "But my patience is limited. Now, I will count to three. If you still don't agree, then I will kill you and destroy your body, leaving no trace behind!"

"One …"

"Two …"

The three words had not yet left his mouth when the Young Martial Cultivator in front of him paled, his lips started to tremble, and Ye Feng heard the chants of the technique.

He revealed a sinister smile that showed that he had succeeded in his evil scheme, and started to listen attentively …

After a while, Young Martial Cultivator looked dispiritedly at Ye Feng, and said coldly: "There are a total of nine moves to the Jiugong Eight Extreme Fist technique, and every single move has an incomparably powerful might, it is a pity that my cultivation level is not very high, and I was only able to learn the third move, or else, you would not be my opponent."

"..."

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