The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

　　 Flathead brother is stunned.

　　 It was unexpectedly killed. The person on the opposite side came up with a sliding shovel and flew it up into the air.

　　 Then, Ye Feng bent his knees and lowered his waist. With all his strength, he leaped up. With the help of momentum, he punched the flat-headed brother to a height of several tens of meters.

　　Waiting for it to fall, Ye Feng repeated the previous actions, hitting the flat-headed brother vertically again and again.

　　 In the end, the flatheaded brother was beaten out of gold stars and fell to the ground on all sides.

　　 However, its vitality is still very stable, but it faints, and it will not die for a while.

　　 "Is it all dead?"

　　 Ye Feng was speechless.

　　 No wonder they all say that the flathead brother is not irritable. One is that this kind of creature is not afraid of it, and the other is that their vitality is stubborn and difficult to kill.

　　 In desperation, Ye Feng grabbed the flat-headed brother's tail, threw it more than a hundred meters away, fell into a river at the foot of the mountain, and went down the river.

　　 "It's much more comfortable now."

　　 Ye Feng washed his hands, returned to the head hall, fell asleep.

　　 He didn't notice at all, there was a figure cross-legged on the roof, and the face behind Hei Sha was full of shock.

　　 Mo Ying couldn't sleep.

　　 So she came to the roof to enjoy the cool, and happened to see Ye Feng hanging out and hitting the whole process.

　　 "Is this physique too strong?"

　　 "Could it be that he is a perfect training?"

　　 "Able to beat a high-level demon soldier-level monster that is equal to nine levels of energy-refining on the shoulders, his physique is already at the level of the Ju Yuan realm?"

　　 "If the master has more strength in the Ju Yuan realm, it will be enough to create a higher school..."

　　 Mo Ying was thinking about it, but she couldn't calm down.

　　 She realized that the ethereal school is not easy.

　　 "No wonder that little girl let me come here to live in seclusion, it seems that she knows some secrets."

　　 Mo Ying frowned slightly, jumped off the roof, and quietly returned to the bedroom.

　　 the next morning.

　　 Ye Feng stretched out and opened his eyes.

　　Since I beat up Brother Flathead last night, he dared not attack it all night, so Ye Feng slept peacefully.

　　 After getting up, Ye Feng came to the compound.

　　 Shi Lei and Huo Yunjie are already practicing spells hard, preparing to practice "Fire Cloud Palm", "Wind Spirit Step", and "Iron Shield Art" to completion.

　　 Li Jiaojiao is busy in the kitchen.

　　 Moying crosses his knees on the roof, squeezes the sword art in his hand, controls the flying sword against the wind with his own aura, and practices the first-class spell "Flowing Light Sword Qi".

　　 The little white fox lay on the table, still sleeping peacefully.

　　 "Master, early!"

　　Long Tianxing came from the backyard carrying a bucket of water and saw Ye Feng with a sunny smile on his face.

　　 "I get up early!"

　　 Ye Feng nodded and walked to the backyard.

　　缥缈峰 is about 700 meters high, and the top of the peak is about tens of meters in radius. The terrain is relatively flat. There is a rock protruding several meters in the backyard, and there is a spring water below it, which can meet the daily water consumption of the ethereal school.

　　 After washing, Ye Feng found that breakfast had not been prepared yet.

　　 He walked outside the door and looked down.

　　 More than ten miles to the west is the prosperous Baifu City. Starting from the east gate, a winding gravel road just passes through the foot of the Miaofeng Peak and leads to other cities.

　　 "If you live high, you have a broad view."

　　 Ye Feng moved a little bit, and was about to go back to have breakfast, but found that there seemed to be a battle on the gravel road at the foot of the mountain.

　　 After opening the spiritual eyes, Ye Feng's eyesight became very good.

　　 Upon looking at it, it was clear that some wolf-like monsters were besieging a team. Depending on the situation, it was like a caravan rushing to Baifu City from other cities.

　　 "Come and have a look!"

　　 Ye Feng called out.

　　 "Uncle Master, what's wrong?"

　　 The others were surprised by Ye Feng's voice and ran out quickly, looking in the direction of Ye Feng's fingers.

　　 "It's a monster!"

　　 Mo Ying injected spiritual energy into his eyes, greatly improving his eyesight, and seeing the battle at the foot of the mountain clearly.

　　 "There are a total of five monsters, all of which are ghost wolves. Four of them are medium level monsters, which are equivalent to the sixth level of Qi refining, and the remaining one is high level monsters. The specific strength is unknown."

　　 "As for that caravan, there were about fifteen people. Five of them fell to the ground with serious injuries. The rest were resisting. The strongest one had eightfold Qi refining, but was injured."

　　 Mo Ying immediately reported the situation.

　　 "Uncle Master, do we want to save people?"

　　 Li Jiaojiao asked quickly.

　　The other disciples all looked at Ye Feng, with their anxious eyes as if they were saying: Sect leader, save people!

　　 Ye Feng is in a dilemma.

　　 He wasn't sure that the caravan was worth saving. After all, people's hearts are separated by the belly, and the ghost knows whether those are good people or bad people.

　　 The story of the farmer and the snake, he will not forget.

　　 But without waiting for Ye Feng to think about it, he heard the unyielding roar of Brother Flathead on the path up the mountain.

　　 The next moment, the flat-headed brother jumped onto the misty peak, the person stood up, and angrily rushed towards the group of people.

　　 All the disciples were shocked.

　　 "What a tenacious vitality!"

　　 Mo Ying was the most surprised.

　　 She watched Ye Feng sling the flat-headed brother many times with her own eyes, and she would have been dead if she wanted to replace it with other high-level monsters.

　　 As a result, Brother Flathead is still alive and well.

　　 "Dare to come?"

　　 Ye Feng was completely speechless, "Don't panic, everyone, let me teach it!"

　　 He dashed up.

　　 Flathead brother learned smart, for fear that Ye Feng would come with another sliding shovel and immediately squat on the ground.

　　 Ye Feng saw this, jumped over the flat-headed brother, grabbed his tail, turned a dozen laps in mid-air like a pinwheel, and then threw it out with all his strength.

　　 Coincidentally, the place where Brother Flathead fell, happened to be the location of the caravan.

　　 "I made a mistake!"

　　 Ye Feng straightened his eyes.

　　 At this moment, on the ground.

　　 Five wild wolf-like monsters are surrounding this caravan with only a dozen people~www.readwn.com~ their eyes are full of fierceness.

　　 "You all form a circle to protect the injured."

　　 A burly man with a wounded left arm spoke. He was holding a notched long knife, panting, and watching his surroundings like a tiger.

　　 This person is the captain of the caravan's guard, Wang Dahammer.

　　 There were two carriages behind him, and the one in front heard the sound of rapid breathing.

　　 Obviously, there are still people in the carriage.

　　 "Brother Sledgehammer, these are ghost wolves, fierce and cruel, we're afraid we won't be able to stop it for long." A wounded young man said weakly.

　　 "It is only a dozen miles away from Baifu City, and there are many cultivating sects around. As long as you stick to it, there must be hope!" Captain Wang Dahui shouted in a low voice.

　　 "The defensive circle!"

　　The king sledgehammer shouted.

　　 The remaining ten guards who are still capable of fighting one after another run aura, condensing a translucent rock wall in front to form a defensive circle.

　　 Ten meters away from them, is a circle formed by five ghost wolves.

The one headed by 　　 had a gloomy light all over, eyes full of cold light, and his mouth full of fangs opened.

　　 "Woohoo!"

　　 The wolves yelled, and one of the thin ghost wolves leaped forward and was about to jump onto the top of the carriage in the center of the defensive circle.

　　 But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

　　 A black and white figure fell from the sky, just hitting the nether wolf that jumped up.

boom!

　　 muffled all over.

　　 Flatheaded brother made a gorgeous appearance, and sat the ghost wolf on the ground, causing it to convulse and vomit blood.

　　 This sudden scene frightened everyone present and also calmed the remaining four ghost wolves.