Ye Feng sits on the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Tribes and single-handedly blocked the birth of the leader of the Ten Thousand Tribes. He is a hero in the Three Thousand Worlds.

In the eyes of practitioners from all walks of life, what Ye Feng did just now was also correct.

There is no need to be reasonable when dealing with all races.

Just crush them all the way through.

"Ye Feng, you are despicable and shameless!"

The leader of the hunting clan scolded him the most.

"oh."

Ye Feng deliberately lengthened his voice with a smile on his face.

"Still fighting?"

Ye Feng asked again.

"Hit you on the head!"

The leader of the hunting tribe cursed angrily.

This is already imminent.

"Since I don't want to fight, I will continue to practice." Ye Feng crossed his legs on the ground and continued to practice the fourth volume of the "Time Code" hard. The number of time laws on his body was increasing.

The leader of the hunting clan threatened again:

"Ye Feng, don't be complacent."

"One day, we will kill you."

"When the time comes, we will definitely kill the Piaomiao Sect and kill all the disciples who were resurrected by you."

Hearing this, Ye Feng snorted coldly.

The leader of the hunting tribe has already said that they have more than a hundred people in the Hundred Tribulation Realm, but it will take several years for those in the Hundred Tribulation Realm to recover, and it is impossible for them to wake up so quickly.

But now, those who can wake up are the pinnacle saints.

Even if they can cast the secret fusion technique, the most powerful one is the celestial fusion secret technique used by the thirty clan leaders. Its combat power is comparable to the first level of Hundred Tribulation Realm, but it is no match for Ye Feng.

"I'm here, and you won't be able to get out for a few years."

Ye Feng grinned.

Hearing this, all the clan leaders were very angry.

However, what Ye Feng said is true.

As long as Ye Feng is here, they will not be able to leave within a few years, and will have to stay in the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Races in frustration.

"I go first."

When Chu Tianlan saw that he didn't need to take action for the time being, his body swayed and turned into a piece of energy that dispersed.

on the ground.

Ye Feng is still practicing.

Sword Master Yuexi always stood aside.

Whoosh whoosh!

The dozen or so saints from the Three Thousand Worlds all landed nearby, chatting with Yuexi Sword Master and not daring to disturb Ye Feng who was practicing hard.

All the worlds.

Everyone withdrew their gaze again.

This battle is temporarily over.

Piaomiao Sect.

The disciples left the battle gate.

They sat cross-legged by the Spiritual Lake, absorbing the abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and while recovering themselves, they continued to analyze the scenes of this battle.

From this, the disciples were deeply inspired.

"Madman draws his sword!"

"I must perform it without harming my life and origin."

"If I can do this, my peak combat power will break through the limits and even surpass Junior Sister Mo Ying."

Huo Yunjie thought so in his heart.

not far away.

The black oriole sat cross-legged on a huge rock.

"In this battle, I finally realized the limits and shortcomings of my fast sword. Although it is fast, its single-target explosive power is insufficient, and I need to strengthen its single-target explosive power."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to break through the strong defense."

"My own upper limit will also be fixed."

Thinking of this, she started practicing.

Lakeside.

Qiao Jiaxi rolled up her trouser legs and stood in the water, letting the clear lake water cover her ankles and looking at the sky in the distance.

"Super God Fist!"

"This is the direction I want to take in the future."

"And this can greatly increase my combat power."

Having said this, he also began to practice hard.

other places.

Disciples such as Long Tianxing, Yan Ruyu, Li Jiaojiao, Jia Yulan, Wang Pingan, Han Yonghui, etc. are all analyzing their own shortcomings and preparing to make up for them in the shortest possible time.

"The amount of water a barrel can hold depends on the shortest board, not the longest. Only by supplementing the short boards can the upward trend continue."

The disciples secretly thought.

…

The Holy Sect of the Ten Directions.

The great elder stood on the ground with a serious expression.

He and Ye Feng have a grudge.

This hatred is neither deep nor shallow.

The reason why the two sides became enemies was because the Great Elder of the Shifang Sheng Sect and the Great Elder of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect joined forces to deal with Ye Feng and competed for the Jade Fairy Mountain that gave birth to the Jade God. They were considered accomplices.

"Now Ye Feng's strength is terrifying, and I am in danger."

The Great Elder of the Shifang Sacred Sect said in a deep voice.

He looked at the sect master's hall in the distance, gritted his teeth, walked over, and knelt in front of the hall.

"Holy Emperor!"

The great elder of the Shifang Sacred Sect shouted.

"What's the matter?"

The voice of the Holy Emperor of the Ten Directions came from the hall.

"I am very troubled."

The great elder said solemnly.

"oh?"

The tone of the Holy Emperor of Shifang seemed a little surprised.

"I offended Ye Feng."

Gritting his teeth, the great elder still expressed his concerns, his eyes full of solemnity.

The Holy Emperors of the Ten Directions in the hall were silent.

Ye Feng's strength is not as good as him.

However, now Ye Feng has single-handedly blocked all the resurrected clan leaders in the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Clans, and is a great hero in the hearts of practitioners from all walks of life.

Ye Feng's reputation has become unstoppable.

If Ye Feng were to target the Shifang Holy Sect, the Shifang Holy Emperor, as the sect leader, would not know how to deal with it.

war?

The Holy Sect of Shifang may bear the infamy of all worlds.

No fight?
To be continued...