God Level Villain

Now he has learned the magic of Nine Suns, and there is no hindrance to the use of this move, plus the one-hundred-and-five-level marry clothes magical skill, the power is also extraordinary.

Fifty-four swords were placed in a row, and between Ye Fengxin's hand, they shot at Zuo Lengchan!

Although Zuo Lengchan's Songshan swordsmanship is powerful, how can it be compared with the Fourteenth Sword of Death?

Puff puff!

The sound of the sword's cutting into the flesh continued, and all fifty-three swords were inserted into Zuo Lengchan's body. What's more, every sword avoided the vital point, except that the sword aimed at the heart was suspended. Stopped in the air.

Everyone was shocked to see this scene!

Everyone can think that Ye Feng is very powerful, but they did not expect that he has reached the level of top swordsman, the deadly fourteenth sword, a trick that can be compared with the four great swordsman masters!

In addition to the trick itself, there are people who use it.

It's nothing to win with tricks, and masters can do it with tricks.

But the trick means a big consumption, so it is generally not easy to use, I would rather use more small tricks.

People who directly use tricks usually have only two explanations.

First, this person is a fool. At first, he used tricks to consume a lot. How can he fight again later?

Second, this is not a trick, at least not a trick for the user, it can only be said to be his second-class trick.

The first point was directly rejected by everyone. Judging from the various performances of Ye Feng, he could not be a fool.

Then there is only the second possibility, this move is not a trick here in Yefeng.

A person who comprehends higher and deeper moves, because he has entered a new realm, using higher and deeper skills to perform lower-level moves will consume much less.

"Oh my God, who is this expert?"

"Death Fourteenth Sword, just use it?!"

"I have never heard of a master named Lan Yu Gongzi in Jianghu before."

All the masters present couldn't help but exclaim.

"Could it be that Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master, changed his appearance?"

"It depends on the character."

Everyone guessed, and then immediately rejected it.

"So handsome!"

"So cool!"

This is the voice of the young girl present, it is the look of admiration that they can't help but admire at the age of nympho.

"So strong! So mighty! So safe!"

The more mature elder sisters are so emotional, and the more mature they value the strength and temperament of a man.

As the person involved, Zuo Lengchan was in a cold sweat. This half was frightening, because there was a sword hovering on his chest, and he was definitely dead when he came over.

The other half is painful!

Ye Feng did not try to stab him, but he focused on the most sensitive areas of pain. When he changed to an ordinary person, he was afraid of crying now.

Zuo Lengchan wanted to cry too, it was really too painful, but he had to worry about face, the dignified head of Songshan, if he really cried, he would have to be laughed at after he did not die.

"Death or give money?" Ye Feng's tone was still flat.

The sword hovered over the heart, and Zuo Lengchan didn't have much room for other words.

But the other people of the Songshan School are cheap.

"President Lanyu, you better know what you are doing. The one in front of you is the head of my Songshan school. If you dare to kill him, I will send you to the end of the world!"

Listening to the calls of the people, Zuo Lengchan really wanted to yell, "My ancestors, can you not yell indiscriminately? The one in front of you is not threatened. If you do this, he must not kill me directly? "

But Ye Feng would not be as Zuo Lengchan thought. In his eyes, it was not really possible to take Zuo Lengchan's life.

Conquering the world is a costly affair. Recruiting and buying horses, raising the army, and training the army require money. Soldiers are dead and injured, and subsidies are also needed for medical treatment. Money is everywhere. People are naturally willing to pay for their lives.

But if Zuo Lengchan doesn’t give money, then he can only be killed. Yefeng’s rules will not be easily changed for anyone, and his sword will only be used for two things, killing people!

"The last sentence, let's die, or send money?!" Ye Feng's mood still didn't waver at all.

Zuo Lengchan originally thought it was over, but now hearing Ye Feng's words, he immediately responded: "Give me money! How much do I need to give money to him?"

"My shooting fee is 100,000! The Songshan School is a school with 8,000 disciples. Your identity as the head is worth 80,000, and your own kung fu is worth 500 taels, a total of 180,500 taels. I refuse Counter-offer!"

"Okay!" Zuo Lengchan hurriedly replied, he can't bargain for a cure, his life is hanging in the hands of others, how can he still bargain?

Ye Feng heard the sound and took back all the swords, then looked at Zuo Lengchan, "Pay the bill on the spot."

Zuo Lengchan first took out the fifty thousand taels of silver notes on his body, and then began to let others start taking money.

The heads are all subdued, and the people of the Yushan faction can't say anything anymore. There are a thousand people who are sent to the scene, each of whom has a cash amount ranging from a dozen to tens of taels. They lined up to send them to Ye Feng. .

According to system statistics, the total is one hundred and four hundred and thirty-two.

"Not enough." Ye Feng said indifferently.

"My son, we have so much with us, and we have to return to the school. Can I give it to you, please accommodate?" Zuo Lengchan said hurriedly.

"Yes." Ye Feng's answer was simple, but it made Zuo Lengchan write an IOU.

At this time, Ye Feng swept toward the others present again, "The left head has already been defeated, who is coming?!"

Defeating Zuo Lengchan with one move shocked everyone.

At this moment, watching Ye Feng's gaze swept over, no one else dared to look at him, for fear that he would send his own gaze up.

They are not afraid of changing to an ordinary contest, but Yefeng's rules are too overbearing, and they will die if they have no money.

All sects are large-scale sects with thousands of disciples, and their background is very deep. You can get hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, but it is one thing to have money, but it is two different things to give it to others.

As for death? No leader is willing. They are not rangers, but leaders of a faction in high positions, who take their lives very seriously.

Speaking of which no one dared to go up, the dispute was over, and Ye Feng's goal of being a Mingjiao was also achieved, but his second goal of collecting money was not achieved, and he was not prepared to give up like this.

But when the night wind fell, the scene fell into deathly silence!

At the beginning of summer, the day is relatively long, but it is already more than six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is about to go down.

The sun shot from behind Ye Feng, pulling his shadow very long, directly to the Shaolin faction camp.

The richest among the many schools is Shaolin. There are many believers, so the sesame oil money will not be low, but the disciples are all self-sufficient. This is really a rich family.

However, Ye Feng didn't have the idea of ​​making Shaolin money, not for other reasons, because the abbot of the Shaolin faction was the lay brother of his personal guard, Mingxuan.

The emptiness also taught the night wind some kung fu because of Ming Xuan's relationship, but the original night wind only wanted to be a comfortable prince, unintentional martial arts, and only casually learned the Luohan boxing from him, but he failed his kindness.

At this moment, watching everyone's reaction, Ye Feng realized a problem. His own problem of not being fond of reverse pretense was really bad, and he showed his strength too quickly.

Pretending to be pros and cons, modern people know.

The positive nature is literal, pretending to be awesome, but in fact there is not much skill.

On the contrary, they have the ability to pretend to be incapable. Some people are trying to appear low-key, while others are trying to cheat others and are connected with pretending to be pigs and tigers.

If Ye Feng came up, he would act in the opposite direction, and it was very difficult to win Zuo Lengchan. There should be many people rushing to compete with him and give him money.

It's good now, there is no one who dared to come and fight, Ye Feng really regrets it now, and has suffered from the honest people's loss!

"No, I have to find a way to let these people see the hope of winning." Ye Feng thought in his heart, a good opportunity to make money can't be let go.

At this time, he thought of emptiness again. Because of Ming Xuan's relationship, although he couldn't reach Shaolin's head, he could use this relationship to perform a play.

At this time, Ye Feng looked at the Shaolin School, "Since other schools are afraid to join, then I'll call you, Master Kongxing, right?"

He will not take the initiative to take the initiative if he is not clicked, but now he is clicked, he will definitely not recognize the same as others!