Forging The Path To Godliness

　　 Ye Feng has always been approachable. At this moment, an unprecedented anger suddenly erupted. This anger did not happen when other apprentices mocked him as a trash, nor did it happen when Eric forced him to separate from Avril Lavigne.

　　 But after Donald shot and directly destroyed the gate of the forge, it finally broke out!

　　 Ye Feng just used the fire in the blacksmith shop to conceal his ability to magic, and used a fire elemental energy to knock Donald away.

　　 But this guy remembers whether he can eat or not, so he dared to return with more servants!

Donald is holding his chest. He is a second generation ancestor. Yes, but he is not stupid. After following his father to meet a lot of great worlds, he doesn’t know what kind of means he can use to fly away his dignified mid-level knight. , Raised one hundred and twenty percent wariness.

　　 And just in case, he brought many men.

　　 Donald didn’t dare to go in directly. He stood outside the door and shouted sternly: “That dwarf blacksmith named Nezuo knows that you are a waste of nothing. You should have left you a lot of life-saving treasures, right?”

　　 "You can try it."

　　 Ye Feng stood upright in the blacksmith's shop, still carrying the big hammer in his right hand, which looked extremely lethal.

　　 Donald swallowed his saliva, his expression was very nervous, and he waved his hand to summon two men to go in and test them, but these two men just stepped into the forge and flew out, wailing on the ground, without any sign!

　　 "You two, do you see what it is!"

　　 The two subordinates lying on the ground shook their heads. When they entered the smithy with their forefoot, they felt a strong wind coming, and then they flew out inexplicably.

　　 Ye Feng snorted coldly, "What? The young master of the city lord's mansion, doesn't even dare to enter a blacksmith shop without a gate? Well, I'll go out and have a good chat with you!"

After all, Ye Feng stepped on the broken door, opened the curtain full of rust, and walked onto the street. His upright body and the coldness between his brows made his aura in front of more than fifty city lord mansion servants without any loss. wind.

　　 On the contrary, those running dogs who eat food and do not do human affairs all take a step back.

　　 Donald never believes in a trash that can become so powerful overnight, the old man of the dwarf must have left him some treasure.

　　 You must know that the dwarves are one of the most mysterious races on the Marfa continent. They can forge all imaginable and unexpected weapons, and even artifacts can be beaten by their hammers in the world.

There was a sneer at the corner of Donald’s mouth. He held the second-grade high-end epee in his hand. This sword was bought by his father at a high price. Among them, the metal has great energy and it has combat skills. ], a great increase in combat effectiveness.

　　 "I see your trash walked out of the smithy, what else can you rely on!"

　　 Donald slashed directly at Ye Feng without knowing why, and the latter was only slightly on his side. The epee wiped his nose and landed on the ground, smashing the bluestone road of the street into a large pothole.

　　 Ye Feng said that it was too late and it was fast, and he slammed the stepless sledgehammer in his hand on Donald's waist, and in an instant he flew this second generation ancestor, who did not know the height of the sky, to fly several meters away again.

　　 The silver-white armor on his body also cracked inch by inch, and he was in a panic! Before Donald could stand up, Ye Feng leaped high, and the big hammer in his hand hit his chest again.

　　 just hear "click".

Donald spit out a large mouthful of blood, lying limply on the ground with a face full of incredulousness. He is a mid-level knight and holds a second-order high-level epee. Why would he be in the hands of a waste holding a big hammer, even with one move? Can't hold it!

　　 "Go... Go! Kill him! Then razed this blacksmith shop to the ground! Kill him!"

　　 Donald was distraught, he roared and ordered his minions to pounce on Ye Feng!

More than fifty people surrounded Ye Feng, all of whom had the combat effectiveness of low-level knights, and the weapons in their hands were full of tricks, which made Ye Feng's sledgehammer difficult to parry. They only used their physical strength to fight against so many. People are still a little strenuous.

　　 Ye Feng frowned. He had triggered a bloodthirsty combat maneuver, increasing his combat power by 10%. Every time he swung the sledgehammer, one person would vomit blood and retreat.

　　 But there are too many people on the other side, and sometimes they will pay attention to the upper part but not the lower part. When a few face each other, this group of people puts Ye Feng under more pressure than their master.

　　 "It can't go on like this..."

　　 If you hide your strength again, it is really possible that something will happen!

　　 Ye Feng's eyes were fierce, he rounded the sledgehammer and swung back the enemy in front of him, and then thought to himself, an energy group exuding a strong flame aura appeared in his hand.

　　 Under the eyes of everyone, this group of flame energy spread directly around his body and exploded!

　　 After the fire element dissipated, a crackling sound came from his hands~www.ltnovel.com~A purple light was emitted again, directly affecting the armored knights in this area!

　　The attack of flames and the baptism of thunder and lightning knocked all over fifty people to the ground in an instant, leaving no room for resistance.

　　 "Donald, I said, if you dare to destroy the forge, I dare to let you die!"

　　The flame energy appeared in Ye Feng's hands again, and exploded heavily on Donald's body under the dull eyes of the onlookers!

　　 "Retreat! The opponent is powerful, retreat first!"

　　 Donald rolled his eyes without struggling, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, he was directly surrounded by his group of men who got up from the ground, and retreated in embarrassment.

　　 Ye Feng didn't chase, he just looked around for a week, and his figure was once again hidden in the reddish blacksmith shop.

"Snapped!"

　　 Inside the city lord’s mansion, a strong man wearing Washington slapped the wooden table to pieces with a slap, with an angry expression on his face very similar to Donald.

　　This person is Donald’s father, Don Quito, the lord of Augsburg!

　　 "So many people can't even catch a smithy, and the young master suffers such serious injuries, what are you doing for food!"

　　 There was a man kneeling down in the hall, lowering his head and daring not to say anything. He was the captain of these guards, and his subordinates did not do well, so the fault was passed on to him.

　　 Don Guidor’s face was gloomy, "I limit you to today, and grab that kid back for me. By the way, I will get the treasure from the smithy. You just have to make up for it, otherwise you don’t have to come back alive to see me!"

　　 There was a fierceness in the eyebrows of the captain of the guard, he nodded his head, and then the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

　　 "Huh! I don't believe it, an intermediate high-rank knight can't take you down as a beast!"