My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

"Be careful."

Xiong Kaixin's tone was a little worried.

What the two said made Zhao Zhuwei and Lin Xue a little strange.

Because they didn't notice anything.

"I'll go out and buy something first."

After Yang Feng finished speaking to the two of them, he walked outside.

The man who was outside and was about to take action was a little surprised to see Yang Feng come out on his own.

Behind a tree in the grove.

The man's face had a look of hatred yesterday afternoon.

"Zhou Cong, is he the master you are talking about?"

"Chief Zhu Ling, this is the boy I'm talking about!"

Zhou Cong reported to the person next to him.

Zhu Ling is in his 30s, even younger than Zhou Cong.

However, his strength has reached the level of an accomplished innate warrior.

After Yang Feng's brief attack yesterday, Zhou Cong realized that he might not be Yang Feng's opponent, and immediately invited his leader.

"This kid doesn't seem to have anything worthy of attention. Is he an individual practitioner?"

Zhu Ling asked.

Zhou Cong nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, it must be physical training, otherwise he would never have that kind of strength."

"In that case, I...huh? He seems to be coming towards us?"

Zhu Ling suddenly felt something was wrong.

At this time, Yang Feng did not take the main road, but walked along the small gravel road next to him and walked in front of the two of them.

They were still behind the tree now and had even begun to hear footsteps.

"Stop hiding, I see you."

Yang Feng's voice came.

His words made Zhu Ling's face darken.

"What a keen insight. It seems that it is indeed a self-cultivation."

Zhu Ling stared at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng glanced at him, then looked at Zhou Cong next to him, and joked: "I didn't beat you yesterday. I feel uncomfortable all over. Do you have to come back today to take this beating?"

"You brat, I know you have some strength, but the leader is here today, let's see who beats whom!"

Zhou Cong stood behind Zhu Ling and cursed angrily.

Yang Feng shook his head and said: "From what he means, you are his backstage?"

"I admire body practitioners very much, especially those who can reach your level."

Zhu Ling stared at Yang Feng and said, "If you are willing to hand over that little girl, I can forgive you for what happened yesterday."

"Chief Zhu Ling, he is the one who hurt us, you..."

Zhou Cong was about to speak anxiously, but Zhu Ling waved his hand to signal him to shut up.

Zhou Cong could only hold it in and looked at Yang Feng hatefully.

Yang Feng smiled and said: "Actually, I was very curious yesterday as to why you insisted on arresting her."

"I heard that you can speak Chu language?"

"A little bit."

"Then that little girl didn't tell you."

Zhu Ling seemed to understand and nodded: "This matter is not something you can interfere with. Handing over that little girl will be good for both you and me."

"I want to hear the benefits."

Yang Feng smiled.

Zhu Ling frowned, but still said: "If you hand the person over, I won't have to worry about what happened before. This is your benefit, otherwise..."

"How about making a bet."

Yang Feng suddenly interrupted.

He sat on the stone next to him and said with a smile: "If you can get a hair on my body, then you win and I will give Xiaoxin to you."

"Boy, don't be too crazy."

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet."

Yang Feng smiled and said, "But if you lose, you have to tell me why you caught her, how about that?"

"You silly boy, I gave you a chance just now, but now you dare to make fun of me, so don't blame me."

Zhu Ling was a little angry.

His body exuded a dangerous aura at this moment.

Zhou Cong, who was hiding behind him at this time, quickly took a few steps back.

Zhu Ling snorted, and a gust of wind seemed to be gathering towards him.

"When the leader comes up, use Wind and Thunder Flash. You're dead, kid!"

Zhou Cong pretended to be powerful from behind and spoke in an arrogant tone.

But his arrogance is not without reason.

With his own strength and such powerful stunts, Zhu Ling is indeed extremely capable.

The wind around him was gathering towards him, constantly condensing on his arms.

At the same time, Yang Feng could even feel the wind on his arms, which began to make an electric sizzling sound.

"No wonder it's called that."

Yang Feng seemed to understand.

Zhu Ling squinted her eyes and looked at Yang Feng and said, "For people like you, if you are not completely close to death, you will not know how to be afraid."

The cold and stern tone contained warning and murderous intent.

Zhou Cong behind him was ready to see Yang Feng being torn into pieces.

Zhu Ling's figure moved.

In the dark night, his body was really like a light blue lightning, rushing in front of Yang Feng in an instant.

Yang Feng felt the hairs on his hair stand on end, and his skin felt a little numb at this moment.

"die!"

Zhu Ling's arm seemed to be flashing with thunder, and it split off Yang Feng's head in an instant.

Such a thunderous force seemed to split Yang Feng in half.

Zhu Ling looked ferocious at this time, but he showed pride.

Just when he thought he had succeeded, he suddenly felt a white light condensing in front of his eyes.

Yang Feng's spiritual power formed barriers out of thin air, blocking him in front of him.

Zhu Ling's attack hit the barrier, but in an instant he felt a stronger force coming from inside.

"boom!"

Zhu Ling's body was ejected and was about to hit a tree.

But at this moment, a figure appeared next to him in advance and took his arm.

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones came.

Zhu Ling's forehead was sweating, and pain ran through his body.

Yang Feng kicked him hard on the back.

"Wow!"

Zhu Ling's body slid on the grass a few meters away, chewing on the mud and grass, and hit a tree.

Next to this tree, Zhou Cong was standing.

Zhou Cong was completely stunned at the beginning.

Zhu Ling stood up tremblingly from the ground.

He looked at Yang Feng with fear in his eyes, and said in fear: "You... you are not a body cultivator!"

Zhu Ling would never have thought that Yang Feng had such keen skills, but he was not a physical practitioner.

But when he did it just now, he was able to bounce away with his spiritual power.

The strength of this person...

"Heaven!"

Zhu Ling and Zhou Cong realized how terrifying this man was almost at the same time.

"Would you like to try to escape?"

Yang Feng squinted his eyes.

The two of them leaned against the tree behind them in fear.

Just when they were about to escape to a crowded place outside, they suddenly realized that their bodies were also extremely stiff at this time.

At this time, someone was pouring concrete into it, and even breathing was gradually becoming difficult for him.

Yang Feng walked up to the two of them step by step, making their faces pale.

"Please... please let me go, I..."

Zhou Cong wanted to beg for mercy, but Yang Feng raised his hand and broke his neck.

"Crack."

I saw the body falling to the ground.

Yang Feng looked at the trembling Zhu Ling and said, "Tell me something that interests me, otherwise you will accompany him to Huangquan Road."