C15 Revenge for Revenge

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A few muffled sounds rang out in the quiet forest. Ye Feng's speed was extremely fast. He punched, kicked, and combined his strength with his inner strength. His strength had reached at least a thousand kilograms.

It was almost twice as much as Zhao Huo and the others.

"Puff … Ah …"

Zhao Yong's body was heavily struck, as if he had been hit by a running wild bull. His face was pale, but Ye Feng did not have the intention of stopping. He continued to close in on him and stepped on his chest.

Crack!

With this kick, who knew how many ribs had been broken into pieces. Zhao Yong did not even have the chance to scream before he died.

His speed was too fast.

His strength was too strong.

He did not even see how Ye Feng had done it. Zhao Huo's eyes were filled with shock, and his sword in his hand trembled slightly.

After killing Zhao Yong with one strike, Ye Feng had a feeling that a stream of heat had come from the bottom of his feet, causing the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein in his body to tremble. However, this stream of heat came quickly and left even faster. With just a slight shiver, Ye Feng could no longer sense it.

"Now, it's your turn." Ye Feng did not care and took a step forward to block Zhao Huo's retreat.

"If you dare to kill me, the Deacon will not let you go. In the entire Zhao Family Manor, no one with the surname Zhao will let you go." Zhao Huo's legs trembled as he shouted fiercely.

"Anyway, I have already killed Zhao Yong. Killing one is killing, killing two is also killing. Moreover, no one will know that I killed you here." Ye Feng pressed forward step by step, without the slightest intention of letting him go.

If this person did not die, once Zhao Tianle was prepared, there would be endless trouble.

"Damn it, Ye Feng, do you really think that I am afraid of you?" Knowing that things could not be settled peacefully, under Ye Feng's mocking gaze, Zhao Huo's expression became angry.

"I'm not afraid, then come!"

Ye Feng shouted lightly.

Zhao Huo's expression became extremely serious. He knew very well that the situation was irreconcilable. Today's battle, either Ye Feng would die or he, Zhao Huo, would die.

"Alright, then I will grant your wish!" After a furious roar, the short sword in his hand released a sharp wind and stabbed towards the standing Ye Feng.

This sword carried a faint light, and the sharp sound of the sword piercing through the air spread out for dozens of meters.

Martial skill!

The poisonous snake leaving the hole!

Using internal strength and the strength of the body to attack and kill the enemy was a martial skill. Zhao Huo still had the confidence to retaliate, and his greatest reliance was that he had cultivated a martial skill.

Even if it was a low grade yellow-rank martial skill like the basic sword technique, only a few disciples of the Zhao Family Manor had the qualification to learn it. For example, Zhao Yong did not have the qualification to cultivate a martial skill.

Once he used a martial skill, its power would be greatly increased, and it would be very difficult for someone without a martial skill to block it. Especially since Zhao Huo still had a weapon in his hand. Although he saw that Ye Feng's strength was strong and his movements were fast, Zhao Huo did not think that he did not have the chance to kill Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng had obtained the "Hundred Beast King Fist" from the unruly girl, he did not have the time to cultivate it, so at this moment, he could only use ordinary moves to deal with Zhao Huo's attack.

His eyes were completely focused on the short sword that was coming at him.

Ever since he had swallowed many medicinal herbs, Ye Feng's perception had become several times sharper. At this moment, in his eyes, Zhao Huo was a ferocious beast that was pouncing at him.

In these past few days, Ye Feng had dealt with quite a few ferocious beasts. He had even met the Flame Tiger Demonic Beast. Although those ferocious beasts were fierce and powerful, as long as he could find their weaknesses, it would not be difficult to kill them.

The moment Zhao Huo's short sword stabbed down, Ye Feng made his move.

Without much thought, Ye Feng completely relied on his intuition. Ye Feng's fist shot out from the gap in Zhao Huo's attack.

The sword that carried a sharp sword light, compared to the simple and unadorned fist, the result was unexpected. Ye Feng dodged Zhao Huo's sword with a sideways move, and his fist struck Zhao Huo's ribs at an inconceivable angle.

"Bam!"

Zhao Huo's chest was almost split open, and his face instantly turned pale white. His body lost its balance and continuously staggered back. His two eyes stared fixedly at Ye Feng, revealing an expression of disbelief.

He could not understand why Ye Feng had suddenly become so powerful.

"Impossible, how could you defeat me! A few days ago, you had just awakened a Martial Vein, and I, a few years ago, was already at the peak of the third level of the Martial Warrior Realm, and was about to enter the fourth level of the Blood Exchange Stage. Furthermore, I have also cultivated a martial skill …" Zhao Huo's face twisted, and his eyes revealed an incomparably terrified expression.

"You must have obtained a fortuitous encounter? Could it be that you found some kind of treasure in the Great Black Forest?"

"Do you want to know?" Ye Feng smiled and walked towards him step by step, "But do you think I will tell you?"

Zhao Huo's body continuously retreated, tripping over a stone and falling to the ground. His face became even paler, "Don't, don't kill me, Ye Feng, don't kill me, I will listen to you from now on, please don't kill me …"

"If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?" Ye Feng's fists sank and heavily smashed onto the ground, causing the ground to instantly crack.

Just as Zhao Huo was rejoicing in not being able to hit him, an uncontrollable force came from under his body, causing his body to soar into the air.

Ye Feng, who was facing him, smirked as he madly punched out with his fists.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Every punch made Ye Feng feel inexplicably excited. The surging power erupted, giving him a feeling of great satisfaction. As his fists hit Zhao Huo, a warm current would flow through his meridians, just like when he had stepped on Zhao Yong.

After absorbing this warm current, the golden seed in his dantian began to breathe and stretch, as if the top of the seed was beginning to crack, as if a second tender shoot was about to be born.

"Could it be that this Evergreen And Everlasting Vein can be used to grow through killing other Martial Cultivators?"

In a moment of carelessness, a strange thought flashed across Ye Feng's mind, and a thought that terrified him rose up …

...

"Hand over all the medicinal herbs you have harvested."

On the valley, the people of Zhao Family Manor formed a circle. The big belly Zhao Tianle stood there with a smile, while Zhao Qi shouted with his throat wide open.

The servants of Zhao Family Manor set up a long table with round basins on it. These basins were made of bamboo and were usually used to dry jujubes and herbs.

At this time, other than Zhao Huo, Zhao Yong, and Ye Feng, all the other members of the Herbalist Team had returned.

Each of them put down the medicinal basket and handed over the medicinal herbs. An old man with a goatee identified the age and rarity of each kind of medicine, then used a small scale to weigh it before entering the account.

"Deacon, this is the harvest of Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong this time. They have some small matters to attend to, so they entrusted me to send the medicinal herbs back first." One of the Herbalists took out three medicinal baskets.

"En." Zhao Tianle nodded tacitly.

He naturally knew what Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong were going to do.