Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

From Zhang Yifeng's previous observation, this young man's cultivation was not very high.

Otherwise, when dealing with the demon rabbit before, he wouldn't have had to wait so long before taking action.

But now it seems that the boy's physical fitness is a little too good, and is not proportional to his meager cultivation.

"My dear, I still don't know your name?"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and asked the young man.

"You can just call me Jin. All the people in our Yan clan use Yan as their surname."

Yan Jin did not stop walking, and when he heard Zhang Yifeng's question, he turned around and spoke.

"Well... Young friend Jin, may I ask what happened to your clan?"

"I just heard you say that your mother and other tribesmen were saved. Did your clan encounter an invasion?"

Zhang Yifeng's eyes moved, and he asked what problems Yan Jin's clan had encountered.

"I can't say the details, but my mother and a large group of people in my clan have fallen seriously ill recently."

"My mother and others are getting weaker and weaker, and they need to take in a lot of nutrition every day to stay alive."

Yan Jin replied in a low voice, and his pace quickened a bit when talking about this matter.

Zhang Yifeng nodded slightly when he heard this, and he also understood the importance of this matter to the Yan clan.

He stopped asking questions and just followed Yan Jin towards his clan.

Finally, as Yan Jin lifted up the huge banana leaf that was blocking his view in front of him, a village standing on the outskirts of the dense forest appeared before his eyes.

The village is full of simple wooden houses and even simple tents made directly from banana leaves.

On the outskirts of the village, there is simply a layer of wooden fence used as a wall to protect the villagers inside.

"Finally home!"

Yan Jin shouted excitedly and prepared to take Zhang Yifeng into the village through the main gate.

However, when the two arrived at the village gate, several members of the Yan clan who were in charge of guarding stopped them.

"Yan Jin, who is this guy next to you?"

"Why, it's not enough that you've hurt us so badly, are you bringing people from other tribes to harm us?"

The leader was a guard from the Yan clan, a young man who had barely reached adulthood. He looked at Yan Jin with disgust on his face and said.

At the same time, the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yifeng was full of hostility and vigilance.

"Yan Luo, I don't want to waste time talking to you."

"This is a friend of the Guardian God. He must be able to save my mother and the others in the tribe!"

Yan Jin gritted his teeth and growled. He didn't want to get too entangled with Yan Luo, so he wanted to take Zhang Yifeng directly into the clan.

"Humph, you idiot, you believe everything a stranger says?"

"Since I am here today, I will not allow a traitor like you to bring outsiders into the clan."

Yan Luo snorted coldly, then immediately stood in front of Yan Jin, stretched out his hand and pushed him to the ground.

The demon rabbit on Yan Jin's shoulder also fell to the ground because of this push.

Seeing this, the other guards standing next to Yan Luo immediately walked forward with a smile and wanted to pick up the body of the demon rabbit.

"Hey, Yan Jin, are you going hunting in the forest again?"

The guards laughed and were about to pick up the rabbit and divide it up on the spot.

"My dear friends, there is no need to be so excessive towards your own people, right?"

Suddenly, a breeze blew towards them, knocking the guards to the ground.

The moment Yan Luo noticed something unusual, he took a horse stance on the spot and used his body to block the blowing of Zhang Yifeng's spiritual wind.

Although he was not blown to the ground like the others, the price of forcibly resisting the spiritual wind was that Yan Luo's body was covered with several scars.

"who are you?"

Yan Luo stared at Zhang Yifeng, and a beast-like aura gradually emanated from his body.

"Brother Yan Jin just said that I know the patron saint of your clan, so I want to ask you something."

Zhang Yifeng replied calmly, not caring at all about the strange beast aura on Yan Luo.

"you……"

"Luo, this guy is too arrogant!"

"Let's go together and capture him and hand him over to the clan leader for punishment!"

The guards who were originally blown to the ground by the spiritual wind got up from the ground and spoke to Yan Luo with an angry look on their faces.

However, Yan Luo's brows were furrowed, and his expression was not as arrogant as it was at the beginning.

"Since you said so, then follow me."

Yan Luo spoke to Zhang Yifeng in a deep voice, then turned and walked into the clan.

Zhang Yifeng followed after seeing this, and Yan Jin, who was standing beside him, quickly picked up the corpse of the demon rabbit that had fallen to the ground and quickly followed.

Following behind Yan Luo, Zhang Yifeng did not forget to look around.

The Yan clan seemed to have less than a few hundred members. The most important thing was that he could see that many people in the clan's village were lying straight on the ground.

From time to time, he uttered extremely painful groans, as if he was suffering from some kind of illness.

Thinking of what Yan Jin had said before, a look of understanding flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

"Yan Jin, take your things and go home first."

When they arrived in front of a large wooden house in the center of the village, Yan Luo suddenly stopped, turned around and spoke in a cold voice.

"No, I..."

Yan Jin wanted to say something, but looking at Yan Luo's cold eyes, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head and walked away.

Seeing Yan Jin leave, the coldness in Yan Luo's eyes eased a little.

"Your Excellency, please come in."

Yan Luo walked forward, pushed open the door of the big wooden house, and invited Zhang Yifeng in.

There was no one else in the room. Yan Luo simply asked Zhang Yifeng to sit down and then turned and left.

Zhang Yifeng was not anxious when seeing this and waited quietly in the wooden house.

Soon, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a tall middle-aged man walked in, his bright eyes falling on him.

"Are you the one who claims to know the guardian of our Yan clan?"

Yanshi spoke in a deep voice, staring at Zhang Yifeng.

"If the patron saint of the Yan clan is really Senior Immortal Emperor Taiwu, then we should know each other."

"You should be the patriarch of the Yan clan, right? May I ask if you know this person?"

Zhang Yifeng did not explain his identity in detail. He simply raised his right hand to reveal the mark on the back of his hand.

Looking at the mark on the back of Zhang Yifeng's hand, Yan Shi was stunned where he stood as if he had been hit hard, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Meet the messenger of God!"

Yan Shi half-knelt on the ground excitedly, and all his previous vigilance towards Zhang Yifeng disappeared at this moment.

"Angel?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, looked at Yanshi with some confusion, raised his hand and a breeze helped him up.

"Chief Yan, it seems that you have recognized my identity."

"But regarding the divine messenger you mentioned, I'm afraid I still need you to answer some questions for me."