Chapter 8

"Brother Yue, just kill him. A piece of trash at the second level of Iron Body Technique actually dares to set conditions for our Zhang family... Even his family should be made to suffer for eternity!"

Seeing that Ye Feng actually dared to ignore him, this person, though insignificant in the Zhang family, was still a first-level warrior. This made him furious, and he began to speak to Zhang Yue, his hand holding a knife and pointing it at Ye Feng, a sinister look on his face.

Upon hearing these words, Ye Feng's eyes turned cold, a glint of killing intent flashing in them.

Seeing Ye Feng's eyes, the young man suddenly shivered, a hint of fear arising in his heart.

After a moment, the young man regained his composure, feeling embarrassed by his earlier reaction. He became furious and shouted, "You dare to glare at me? Looking for death!!" He then raised his knife and lunged at Ye Feng.

The blade glowed with a faint white light, like a bolt of white lightning, aiming straight for Ye Feng's head.

Even when he had no strength, Ye Feng had trained hard. He not only practiced to strengthen his body and cultivate the Iron Body Technique but also mastered the basic knife skills. They couldn't obtain advanced martial techniques, but they had basic knife skills, which was their only means of self-preservation.

One could say that on the Tianlang Continent, everyone knew some defensive martial techniques.

For Ye Feng, as an ordinary person, to survive in the outer regions of the Tianlang Mountains, he had to work hard, desperately hard.

He had trained the basic knife skills to perfection, and it was precisely because of this that he became the only survivor of the Flying Tiger Team.

Of course, this was Ye Feng's trump card, and he hadn't told anyone. In the outer regions of the Tianlang Mountains, he had to guard not only against fierce beasts but also against people.

At the second level of Iron Body Technique plus the perfected basic knife skills, if it were in the past, he would have had some self-preservation ability even against quasi-warriors.

Not to mention ordinary people, even quasi-warriors rarely mastered the basic knife skills to perfection. If the people of Niujia Village knew that Ye Feng had mastered the basic knife skills to perfection in just four years, they would be shocked. Without extraordinary insight, it would be impossible to achieve this.

Now, Ye Feng was at the sixth level of Iron Body Technique, with greatly enhanced defense and strength. With the perfected basic knife skills, he was not afraid of ordinary first-level warriors. So, seeing the blade like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a whistling sound, Ye Feng did not panic. Instead, he raised his knife and deflected it, blocking the young man's attack.

"Clang!"

The two blades collided, and Ye Feng took a few steps back, while the attacking young man retreated several steps, his knife falling to the ground.

"Huh??"

"What?"

"How is this possible??"

The Zhang family disciples were stunned. None of them had expected this outcome. It was beyond their imagination that a first-level warrior could be knocked back by someone who only cultivated the Iron Body Technique. Even with their rich imagination, they couldn't have imagined this.

"It's not right, this Ye Feng is definitely not at the second level of Iron Body Technique!" This thought suddenly appeared in their minds.

Among them, although the young man Zhang Fang was in the lower ranks, he was not someone who could be defeated by a second-level Iron Body Technique cultivator.

Zhang Fang was even more surprised. In that instant, he felt an overwhelming force travel through the blade into his body. If he hadn't thrown the knife in time, he might have been injured, not just pushed back.

A body cultivator making him drop his knife? Even though he had been careless, this still surprised him greatly.

Zhang Yue took two steps forward, staring at Ye Feng and slowly said, "You've hidden your strength well! Sixth level of Iron Body Technique?"

When Zhang Yue finished speaking, both the Zhang family disciples and Zhang Meng turned to look at Ye Feng, their eyes wide. They understood the difficulty of body cultivation. In the entire Qing Shuang City, it was rare to see someone at the sixth level of Iron Body Technique. At the fourth level and above, one had the means to earn money, and these people would often try to cultivate martial arts, as they believed martial arts was the right path.

Even if there were sixth-level body cultivators, they were usually from powerful families, with access to the flesh of fierce beasts, medicinal pills, and alchemists. Even then, their bodies would be left with injuries. As for commoners, they had almost never heard of such cases.

Body cultivation was not only slow but also cost several times more than martial cultivation, making it unaffordable for commoner disciples.

Although body cultivation had no potential for development, they had to admit that Ye Feng now had the qualifications to negotiate with them. They might far surpass him in a few months, but they couldn't ignore him now.

The most surprised person was Zhang Meng. He had known Ye Feng for four years, and they had spent most of their time together, yet he hadn't noticed anything.

After hearing Zhang Yue's words, Ye Feng did not respond but looked at him calmly.

"Fine, sixth level of Iron Body Technique. Here are two Blood Replenishing Pills and two Qi Condensing Pills!" Zhang Yue looked at Ye Feng, took out two porcelain bottles from his chest, and threw them to Ye Feng.

Although Zhang Yue seemed calm, Ye Feng could see the killing intent in his eyes. However, Ye Feng didn't care. From their reactions, he knew they were all rookies. Outside, he might not be their match, but in the Tianlang Mountains, Ye Feng had many ways to deal with them.

The only one he feared was Zhang Meng, a second-level warrior who had been in the outer regions for ten years, far beyond Ye Feng's capabilities.

"Brother Yue, don't give him..."

"Zhang Fang, shut up!"

Seeing Zhang Yue throw the porcelain bottles to Ye Feng, Zhang Fang became anxious. However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Zhang Yue's angry shout.

Zhang Yue had high prestige among them, so Zhang Fang immediately shut up, though his eyes were filled with hatred.

Ye Feng reached out and caught the porcelain bottles, glanced at them, and put them in his chest.

Ye Feng knew that without strength, one could only be at the mercy of others, so he revealed his body cultivation.

"Brother Yue, he's just a sixth-level body cultivator, why accept his conditions?"

Indeed, a sixth-level body cultivator was only equivalent to a first-level warrior. Moreover, they had martial techniques, which a body cultivator who got lucky could never match. Besides, they had three second-level warriors, so there was no need to do this.

"Ha ha, just temporarily in his hands, having someone temporarily keep him as a sixth-level body cultivator cannon fodder, why not? Besides, all the Flying Tiger Team members are dead. Now, a powerful person suddenly appears to scout, and at such a low cost, ha ha, would you refuse if you were in my place?"

Zhang Yue glanced at the young man beside him, smiled lightly, and said proudly.

"Smart!"

"Brother Yue is awesome!!"

When Zhang Yue finished speaking, the other young men began to flatter him.

The ancient trees towered on the mountain, and Ye Feng's figure darted through the forest like a nimble ape.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Ye Feng, who was running, stopped and focused on his surroundings.

After a moment, he turned and ran in another direction. A moment ago, a whiff of blood had come from the side.

"Hisss..." After walking a few dozen meters, Ye Feng stood on a tree trunk, looking ahead, and couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

He saw severed limbs and corpses scattered everywhere. From the clothes on the severed limbs, Ye Feng recognized them as members of the Flying Tiger Team. However, what had happened to them, causing them to die without making a sound, puzzled him.

Ye Feng stood on the tree trunk, not moving. He didn't know where the danger came from, so he dared not approach. Even at the sixth level of Iron Body Technique, or even third or fourth-level warriors, one had to be extremely cautious in the outer regions of the Tianlang Mountains, or they would die without a trace.

"Hmm? Ran Hao?" Suddenly, Ye Feng saw a blood-covered figure lying under a tree, lifeless.

Seeing Ran Hao, Ye Feng held his thick-backed knife and cautiously approached.

When he reached Ran Hao's side, he didn't encounter any danger, which slightly relieved him.

He didn't dare to delay, grabbed Ran Hao's wrist, and after about a minute, let go. He then took out a needle case from his chest and began to insert golden needles into Ran Hao's chest and abdomen.

When he was taking his pulse, Ye Feng found that Ran Hao still had a faint breath.

As long as he was alive, there was hope. Moreover, this person was his friend.

Ye Feng gently manipulated the golden needles in Ran Hao's chest, and as he did so, a mysterious vital energy emerged from his mind, flowing through the needles into Ran Hao's body.

This vital energy, entering Ran Hao's body through the needles, quickly began to repair his injuries.

As the vital energy flowed, Ran Hao's pulse grew stronger, while Ye Feng's face turned pale, and sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, Ye Feng was exerting all his strength. As Ran Hao's injuries were repaired, Ye Feng's vital energy was gradually depleted.

When the last bit of vital energy was exhausted, Ran Hao's fatal chest wound was fully repaired, and the injuries on his limbs were only superficial.

When the vital energy was exhausted, Ye Feng felt a moment of dizziness. After resting for a while, he felt better and then carried Ran Hao, heading out.

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**End of Chapter**