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"You...you are not a warrior, and what you practice...is not martial arts!"

Under the moonlight like water, Fan Erluo's face was like gold paper, and he tried his best to squeeze out a few words.

Ye Fei's face turned cold, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Senior, I don't practice martial arts... what else can I practice?"

Ye Fei's heart skipped a beat. This Fan Erluo obviously knew something. Could it be that besides himself, there are other cultivators in the world? "Does the senior know something?"

"Ha, ha... ho ho ho, it's true... that's it!"

Fan Erluo laughed unwillingly, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, but slowly died away.

Ye Fei looked at this martial arts tycoon who had been in Mobei for decades, and his heart fluttered a little, but he didn't take any action in the end.

Don't look at Fan Erluo's begging for mercy just now, it was just a trick of the old world, a tactic to delay the attack.

A martial artist at his level has an iron mind, and it is difficult to ask something.

However, from the words just now, it can be heard that this old guy obviously knows about cultivating immortals, and may have seen other cultivators.

Ye Fei couldn't help but become serious.

The inheritance of medical immortals is Ye Fei's greatest reliance. At first, he thought that he was the only immortal cultivator in this world, but now it seems that it is not the case at all!
The existence of other immortal cultivators has advantages and disadvantages.

But it does more harm than good.

For others to practice, it may be necessary to communicate with colleagues and refer to each other.

But Ye Fei doesn't need it. The inheritance he has received has endless knowledge and a lot of experience. No one can guide him on the way of cultivating immortals, and he doesn't need guidance.

As for the favorable aspect, it is nothing more than the exchange of materials.

This world lacks aura, so if you want to improve your cultivation quickly, you must rely on external forces.

Although Ye Fei can refine elixirs, the world is so big, and the methods of assisting cultivation are all-encompassing. One more method will naturally be stronger.

However, since he was released from prison, Ye Fei kept inquiring about the cultivators, but found nothing.

Even the Yun family and other families from Jinghua that have been passed down for hundreds of years have never heard of the existence of immortal cultivators.

From this point of view, even if there are other immortal cultivators, they must not be as strong as themselves. At least, in terms of inheritance, they are completely different from themselves!

Regardless of his foreign things, I cultivate myself, with the help of pills, I can't believe that I can't compare with those monks who only rely on thin spiritual energy!

After picking up his mood, Ye Fei turned his head to pay attention to the fight between Lao Biao and Zhang Fuwang.

At this time, the battle between the two had become intense, and Lao Biao's clothes had been shattered by his vigor, and his burly and majestic body was exposed under the silver moonlight, faintly glowing with copper light, as if he had really transformed into a glaring King Kong!

Especially the ghost head tattoo on this guy's chest, which is shining brightly under the moonlight, as if it is going to come out through the body, and choose someone to eat!

Although Zhang Fuwang had the advantage, the expression on his face was not relaxed.

This Zhou family remnant is so powerful, the outsider has practiced kung fu so hard that he has reached the acquired state, he is like a copper-skinned iron bone, his own attack hit him, like defeating leather, but his palms were slightly numb due to the shock, he is simply a monster!

And every time Lao Biao makes a move, he must be bound by a thousand catties of strength, his internal force is constantly surging, and his metallic luster is all over his body, like a tireless fighting machine!

Every time the two sides made physical contact, Zhang Fuwang felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and the consumption of internal and physical strength increased exponentially!
The more Zhang Fuwang was beaten, the more frightened he became. This little bastard was vulnerable a few days ago, and he was easily hit by himself, causing hidden injuries in his body. Break through the Houtian Realm in one fell swoop!

If this is the case, it's fine. After all, although similar cases are rare, there are many legends, and they are not unique cases. However, the remnants of the Zhou family have a long breath, and after repeated fierce fighting, there is no sign of exhaustion... This is not normal !
How can someone who has just stepped into Houtian Realm perform like this!

Lao Biao's tiger eyes are scarlet, and his mind is full of the blood and blood feud of the Zhou family being slaughtered. In the Zhou family tragedy in Mobei, apart from him, not even a baby under the full moon survived. The participants were cruel and merciless.

Driven by the hatred in his heart, Lao Biao fought more and more bravely. Many attacks could be dodged, but he didn't care, he just exchanged injuries for injuries!
In terms of strength, Zhang Fuwang is bound to overwhelm Lao Biao. After all, he has entered Houtian Realm for more than ten years, and his accumulation alone is not comparable to Lao Biao who has just broken through.

But what King Kong Jin pays attention to is to improve in battle. The more dangerous the fights experienced, the better the effect of the exercises, and the greater the harvest after the battle.

Therefore, although Lao Biao was at a disadvantage, he fought more and more bravely, roaring like an ancient beast in the wilderness, and his family's kung fu was the most fierce, and the two fell into a stalemate for a while.

"Old Biao, hurry up, that old man has already been sent away by me."

Ye Fei naturally saw the situation of Lao Biao, and if the two continued to fight like this, Lao Biao would inevitably end up exhausted and die, so Ye Fei deliberately made a sound, which seemed to urge Lao Biao, but actually disturbed Zhang Fuwang's mind!
Sure enough, upon hearing Ye Fei's voice, Zhang Fuwang's tricks were thrown into chaos!
Lao Biao seized the opportunity, rushed to attack with a few moves, punched Zhang Fuwang in the right rib, and immediately made the enemy spit out a mouthful of blood!
In order to show his strength in front of Fan Erluo, Zhang Fuwang has been fully immersed in fighting since the start of the battle, only Lao Biao is in his eyes, and the surrounding situation is automatically filtered, in order to kill Lao Biao in a short time.

But Ye Fei's sudden sound made Zhang Fuwang almost frightened out of his wits!

In his opinion, the young man next to Lao Biao is ordinary, while Fan Erluo is a great man in Mobei who became famous decades ago. , killing Ye Fei is only a matter of time.

Who would have thought that in just a short while, Ye Fei would appear next to him unscathed?

What about Fan Erluo?

Zhang Fuwang couldn't help stealing a peek, and saw Ye Fei standing with a smile under the moonlight, while Fan Erluo, the Mobei tycoon, was lying in the distance, lifeless!

how can that be!

30 years ago, Fan Erluo was already in the realm of the day after tomorrow, how could he be shot and killed on the spot by this ordinary young man in front of him? !
Zhang Fuwang died instantly!
This young man was able to kill Fan Erluo, but at this moment he was standing by his side and staring at him...

In life and death, there must be no distraction.

Although Zhang Fuwang had the upper hand, he was still not able to crush Lao Biao who had practiced Vajra Strength.

At this moment, Zhang Fuwang was in a state of confusion, and Lao Biao seized his opening in an instant. With a roar of a tiger, he wrestled his arms and separated Zhang Fuwang's arms.
Bang bang bang!
Three muffled sounds, Lao Biao and Zhang Fuwang flew upside down at the same time!