Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1065: Guilt

"Damn it!"

Liu Shu climbed onto the pale-faced tree, opening his mouth in anger: "One day my son will be lost, I can bear it with all my strength. Why did you have to do this?"

"Ye Fengsheng killed my son in front of me, and wanted me to turn black hair into white. How dare he be so arrogant, so brazen? Does your heart not feel any guilt along the way?"

"Guilt?" Ye Fengsheng shook his head. "No, if I am to be murdered, he wants to kill me. Thus, if I kill him it is only fair. Why should I feel guilty?"

"Ye Feng's voice!"

With eyes burning, Liu Shu climbed the road. "Don't think just because you are a Monk, you can do whatever you want. You are not the only Monk in the world. Aren't you afraid of retribution for being so rampant?"

"Of course, I'm not the only Monk in the world. Didn't you tell a Monk to climb the bank canopy just now?"

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and said: "Where is he now? Can you still not call him?"

As he spoke, the bank's canopy suddenly appeared. With the thunder flashing outside the window, a voice like thunder crashed into everyone's ears:

"Ye Fengsheng! I will take your life!"

Time stopped at that moment, bright lightning pierced through the void, marking a bright embankment in the blue sky and broad daylight. The air was penetrated, not even a few balls bloomed, becoming emptiness in an instant, purer than any place.

In that moment, dust was swallowed, piercing silver light fell on Ye Fengsheng's throat. A tuft of Xiao Hei's hair was corroded and irregular curls appeared.

Liu Shu's eyes in the palace overflowed with a liking for laughter that must emerge in the midst of worry. Through the voice that was struck near to Ye Fengsheng, the drooling palm unknowingly clenched into a fist.

From the beginning to end, he did not want to nonsense around with Ye Fengsheng. From the start, he only sought to kill the one who killed his son.

There is no second choice with killing and debt repayment, no second outcome.

Zhang Daqian has always been a Kunlun Monk, his cultivation is unfathomable. As long as he begins, these voices of Ye Fengsheng will certainly die today. He firmly believed this!

Immediately thereafter, when he saw Ye Feng reach out to tie the sound of thunder, his pupils suddenly contracted, his weather-beaten eyes consumed by thick fear and doubt.

"Have the Kunlun People learned to ambush?"

Ye Feng's voice was clear as water or lightly raised the palm of his hand. He had firmly grasped that lightning until it hit the gods' eyelid. Then he gently waved his right hand, as if not a bolt of thunder to kill humans, but rather how a pet dog would warm and settle. He rested in the air before him.

"Word."

After a smoke screen, the unbearable lightning disappeared within the twisted palm, not leaving a trace.

Outside the window, Mr. Zhang saw this scene, his face turning slightly transient, well? At this time he had already flashed into the room, reaching out hand to climb onto the Liu Shu behind him, his eyes became wary, staring at the presence of Ye Fengsheng in front of him like facing a great enemy.

With lighter toes on the ground, Ye Fengsheng was nonsense with the people. After the clap disappeared, he suddenly appeared beside Elder Zhang. His fist was covered with spiritual energy, and with the roar of air being split, he launched directly at Elder Zhang's cheek like a fuel-driven rocket.

Elder Zhang was prepared. His muscles expanded, and his spirit spread to every corner of his body. He concentrated all his attention on Ye Fengsheng, waiting to guard against Ye Fengsheng's attack at the first sign of movement.

But when the hammer-like fist hit his face, driven by the force, he couldn't help but fly outward, reflecting the danger he faced at the dock with his body.

It was already too late!

Like a ragdoll thrown to the ground by a child, unwanted by anyone, Elder Zhang's body was slammed down by a huge force until it flew out. An old photo was taken mid-air. After flying across the entire room, it heavily smashed into the wall.

This special wall exploded without stopping in a corner of the road, as if hit by a guided missile, directly breaking apart and revealing the blue sky outside.

Through the shattered sand and stone, Ye Fengsheng retracted his fist, calmly looked at the Liu Shu stopped in front of him, raised a hand and said, "This person, I couldn't help but hit him."

"If there's a next time, you might consider changing your bodyguard. Of course, I suppose there won't be another opportunity. Today, you surely will die."

"Wow!"

No sooner had the words fallen than three purplish-red large spheres swiftly emerged from the broken walls, even Ye Fengsheng's voice could feel the gloomy silence.

"Bang!"

Transparent palms squeezed us from the void, a person could block three purplish-red balls, but before a "pu" sound, these three balls shattered amidst the thunderous impulses, visible to the naked eye, spiritual waves pushed in all directions, all fell into a trap to deal with. In a moment, it vanished into dust.

Amidst this gigantic ripple, although Elder Zhang brushed away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he still jerked a few times, using an unstoppable divine qi to strike at Ye Feng.

A flash of golden light burst from the palm. In the blink of an eye, it became a whole body dazzling golden axe.

The axe, once converted into cash, was only about the size of the palm. When Elder Zhang swung the golden axe from top to bottom to hit Ye Fengsheng, the axe was as tall as half a person.

The original sky seemed to split open; the axe shimmered with gold light, divine spirits rose repeatedly, its blade was sharp, and the mere dazzling light made it impossible to look directly.

Ye Feng's voice and eyes sank down, hands flexibly crossed on his chest, palms full of air, his water-colored spiritual energy emerging like a cocoon of a cicada from his fingers. How was it that he could cover a million arms in an instant?

"Bang!"

The spiritual energy finally stopped the axe's sharp edge, but at the cost I paid, that frail body was shaken by a rigid sir's tremor, a huge force. After turning around a few times in the air, I reluctantly found my shape, retreated more than a dozen steps backward, leaving a series of empty imprint on the ground. It fully released the energy it contained.

"How dare you be so arrogant alone?"

Elder Zhang held the axe, standing there, spoke through the shattered voice from Ye Feng's arm and clothes: "If I can't send you to death according to your wish all the way, that's not my fault."

"You're not a low-level technician."

Slowly raising his head, Ye Fengsheng's eyes burned with transparent flames: "I only trample on agreements when free in the world, surpassing the rules, I didn't expect the Kunlun People would do the same."

"That's right. Today I will take these technical instruments from you. Yesterday, I went to the mountain gate to ask Master Kunlun if these things were allowed or if you had enough courage to trample those rules!"

"If you can put them on alive and leave, putting on them again is not late!"

Elder Zhang's mobile phone axe flashed with gold light until it was so crowded that others could not look directly.

He was full of confidence in the magic treasure in his hand. After the talent of thunderstorm and Ye Fengsheng crowded, this confidence quickly swelled in an inexplicable way.

If he was previously afraid of Ye Fengsheng's hard-to-capture slap and sheer strength, then after retreating with the axe, he regained confidence that he could kill Ye Fengsheng first time around!

Just as Ye Fengsheng's voice reached his body, Elder Zhang could be seen a dozen steps forward.

I'm the wedding Dan, that old and established base, not even reaching the peak of the base, and he swung out an axe, yet he didn't hold it. It proved that the gold axe and the magic artifact passed down in the town are similar; it seems these people, regardless of their status in Kunlun, if in Kunlun. I want to kill him, they must first hold a magic weapon.

Ye Feng's voice turned and his palm, the dark sword light, like a spirit snake. When he condensed into spirit, he moved swiftly,