Chapter 71

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

Ye Feng understood the other party's intention; they wanted to wear him down. The thought made him want to laugh. He could say that what he feared the least was being worn down.

After a while, the sullen man in the treetop saw that Ye Feng's movements showed no sign of slowing down, and his expression changed.

This martial artist pondered for a moment, then nodded to the people not far away, leaping down to the base of the tree.

Since there was no other way, he would confront them head-on. He didn't believe that a sixth-rank martial artist leading over a dozen third and fourth-rank martial artists couldn't deal with the other party.

Seeing these people come out, Huo Lie and the others, except for Guo Qianqian who was taking care of Li Yunchong, all stood beside Ye Feng.

Ye Feng forcing these people out was something Huo Lie hadn't expected.

"Sixth-rank?"

The leader, whom Huo Lie and the others couldn't discern the cultivation level, made them all inwardly alarmed.

"Crouching Tiger Mountain?"

Seeing the deep blue clothes of these people, with a giant tiger embroidered on them, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Brother, what is Crouching Tiger Mountain?"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Huo Lie asked in confusion.

Ye Feng's voice wasn't loud, but at their level, even a whisper could be heard clearly.

They had never even heard of Crouching Tiger Mountain, but seeing the uniform attire, it was clearly an organization.

"Crouching Tiger Mountain, a bandit force entrenched in Qing Shuang City. It's said that the chieftain is a sixth-rank martial artist. Could this person be the chieftain of Crouching Tiger Mountain?"

Hearing Huo Lie's words, Ye Feng explained to them.

"A small bandit force?"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Huo Lie and the others all showed a hint of disdain on their faces.

"Listen, people of Crouching Tiger Mountain, I am from the Lan Shui Sect. Do you dare to oppose us, a small bandit force? Retreat quickly, and I will pretend nothing happened!"

Guo Qianqian, hearing Ye Feng's words, looked at the people of Crouching Tiger Mountain and shouted.

"......No good!"

Hearing Guo Qianqian's words, Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, inwardly shouting.

Not mentioning the connection would have been better. Now that the connection was mentioned, the other party probably wouldn't hold back. Pretend nothing happened? He didn't believe it, and neither did the other party!

Sure enough, upon hearing Guo Qianqian's words, the other party was stunned for a moment, a fierce look flashing across their faces.

The Lan Shui Sect was a well-known major sect in Lan Shui County. Such a sect could easily destroy Crouching Tiger Mountain. If not for the attack that just happened, they would have retreated. Crouching Tiger Mountain shouldn't provoke such a powerful organization.

But now, with one of their people injured and possibly dead, he didn't believe the other party would let them go.

"Kill them, don't let a single one escape!"

After a moment, the middle-aged man looked at Ye Feng and his group and roared, then charged at them with a powerful aura, wielding a saber.

After learning that Ye Feng and his group were from the Lan Shui Sect, this middle-aged martial artist had already decided to kill them. Otherwise, it might be their own destruction. As long as they killed the other party, who would come looking for Crouching Tiger Mountain?

Seeing the other party charge, Huo Lie and the others' expressions changed. They hadn't expected that even after revealing their affiliation, the other party would still dare to kill them.

The other party had over a dozen people, and they didn't care about the third and fourth-rank martial artists, but this middle-aged martial artist, judging by his aura, was a sixth-rank martial artist. This was the reason for their caution.

A sixth-rank martial artist was far beyond a fifth-rank martial artist. With so many third and fourth-rank martial artists assisting, they were clearly at a disadvantage.

With the other party on guard, Ye Feng's bow and arrow were useless, and he could only fight head-on.

"Kill!!"

The few of them exchanged glances and also charged at the other party.

In an instant, the crocodile dragon bow in Ye Feng's hand disappeared, and a pitch-black long spear appeared in his hand.

"Storage ring?"

The charging middle-aged martial artist's eyes lit up at this sight. A storage ring! He never thought Ye Feng would have such a thing.

Although he could afford a storage ring by selling all his possessions, this item was too rare. Even if it was for sale, it would be snapped up by major forces. Seeing a fourth-rank martial artist wearing a storage ring, he was naturally envious.

"Kill, kill them all! A reward of ten thousand gold for each kill!"

With a storage ring, the value was immeasurable. Therefore, the middle-aged martial artist roared again, abandoning Huo Lie and the others, and charged at Ye Feng.

"Roar..."

These people could be considered the elite of Crouching Tiger Mountain. Although ten thousand gold wasn't much to them, who wouldn't be tempted by an additional fortune? Therefore, they also charged madly.

Although third and fourth-rank martial artists were no match for a fifth-rank martial artist, they could still hold them off. So, three or four martial artists each engaged in a battle of attrition.

The middle-aged man charged straight at Ye Feng. As long as he could hold them off, he could deal with them one by one.

The middle-aged man was like an arrow from a bow, his saber glowing with a blue light, and he slashed down at Ye Feng.

Seeing the blue saber light, Ye Feng's expression turned serious as he raised his spear to block.

The middle-aged martial artist, seeing Ye Feng not dodge, showed a hint of smugness. A fourth-rank martial artist trying to block his full-strength slash?

Not even a fifth-rank martial artist could block it.

"Clang..."

But when his saber hit Ye Feng's spear, the expected scene of a broken spear and a dead man didn't happen. Instead, a powerful force from Ye Feng's black iron spear pushed his saber away, and he let out a闷humph, retreating a few steps, his face turning red, and his blood surging.

The middle-aged martial artist from Crouching Tiger Mountain looked at Ye Feng with a serious expression. This result was something he never expected.

"Is that all you've got? Now it's my turn..."

This was Ye Feng's first time fighting a sixth-rank martial artist, so he hadn't attacked just now, only blocking to gauge the strength of a sixth-rank martial artist.

Seeing that the sixth-rank martial artist posed no significant threat, he pointed his spear at the middle-aged man and said coldly.

Thud!

Ye Feng's feet exerted a slight force, and the stones under his feet shattered.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng charged forward, his black iron spear like a black lightning bolt, piercing straight at the middle-aged man's chest.

"Fast!" The middle-aged martial artist's eyes narrowed slightly, his saber glowing with a dark blue light, meeting Ye Feng's spear.

"Clang!"

The saber and spear collided, and Ye Feng's swift spear was deflected, missing the middle-aged man.

"Sixth-rank martial artists are indeed formidable!" Seeing the spear deflected, Ye Feng inwardly sighed. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Even against fifth-rank beasts, he could kill them with one spear. Now, his spear was deflected by a gentle but powerful force, which couldn't help but shock him.

In the end, he had underestimated the sixth-rank martial artist. With the right martial techniques, a sixth-rank martial artist could unleash incredible power.

However, Ye Feng didn't expect this one spear to be effective, and he hadn't used his full strength.

Gale Style!

Whoosh!

Seeing the middle-aged man dodge, Ye Feng didn't hold back, shouting and bringing his spear with a gale, the speed suddenly increasing, sweeping horizontally at the middle-aged man's waist.

Gale Style was the second of the three spear techniques passed down by Ye Chenshan, and one of the most powerful martial techniques he mastered.

The thousand-pound spear, combined with Ye Feng's ten-thousand-pound strength, made the black iron spear like a black thunderbolt, leaving trails of afterimages as it swept toward the middle-aged man.

"What? Peak fifth-rank?"

Seeing Ye Feng's sudden burst of momentum and the power of his spear, the middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated.

He didn't know why, but this spear gave him an irresistible feeling.

A fourth-rank martial artist's attack giving him this feeling was unbelievable, but he didn't dare to take the risk.

"Trying to dodge?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's movement, Ye Feng muttered to himself, leaping forward, the power of his spear not diminishing.

The middle-aged man, seeing Ye Feng's spear like a leech, hesitated for a moment, his face turning fierce, and he raised his saber to block Ye Feng's spear.

"Clang... Bang..."

He thought he could block Ye Feng's spear, as he had done before. Ye Feng's strength was unexpected, but it didn't pose a threat. However, this time, Ye Feng's spear shattered his saber and struck his waist directly.

"Ah!"

Despite the saber's resistance, the black iron spear's power was significantly reduced, but the middle-aged man still let out a scream, his body flying out.

"Spit... Spit..."

Hearing the middle-aged man's scream, the rest of Crouching Tiger Mountain were stunned. None of them expected the deputy chieftain, a sixth-rank martial artist, to be defeated. Not only them, but even Huo Lie and the others were surprised. However, they didn't hesitate. Seizing the moment when the Crouching Tiger Mountain martial artists were stunned, they intensified their attacks, quickly dispatching several martial artists.