Genius Sword Immortal (Feng Yin Zi Chen)

The bit Ye Feng gave them wasn't really a lot of money, but it felt like giving money to these hooligans.

Of course, they were not grateful for this favor, but they were looking forward to what Ye Feng had said, the rewards after this matter was completed.

What Ye Feng had given them in advance was only the medical fees.

Ye Feng was just about to explain a few more things to them, but he suddenly felt that there were some movements not too far away. What's going on, did Zhao Yibei suddenly condense a soul body?

It must have been because something happened that caused Ye Feng to not have the mood to chat with the little hoodlum for a bit longer. After passing through a few words, he left more than ten 100 yuan notes, and with large strides, he ran towards the direction that Zhao Yibei was investigating.

If there were other outsiders in the desert town, Baldy would first investigate their background. If they were suspicious, they would immediately call and report it to Ye Feng!

They believed that these local tyrants would be able to accomplish such a simple task.

Ye Feng tossed the bald disciple's matter to the back of his mind and took out the village phone from his storage ring. After placing it in his bag, he quickly ran towards the direction of Zhao Yibei.

"You are Situ Cangdao!"

A young and tender shout came from an inn in front of them. It was Zhao Yibei's voice.

Only when condensing a soul could the Soul Cultivator speak like an ordinary person. Otherwise, the Soul Cultivator would have to rely on soul power to transmit information, which a normal person would not be able to receive, and only cultivators with divine intents would be able to hear it.

But now, Zhao Yibei's voice spread throughout the entire inn's surroundings.

Situ Cangdao?

Ye Feng ran over quickly. Upon hearing this name, his heart couldn't help but shiver. Wasn't this the guy who killed Dao Ba's wife and sister ten years ago?

I didn't expect to meet him here!

"Who is it?"

A loud scolding came from the inn.

Immediately after, Ye Feng entered his perception range, his divine sense swept around, and discovered that it was a tall and skinny man dressed like the Pear Blossom and Begonia, with a large blade hidden inside.

This is Situ Cangdao?

At this time, Situ Cangdao was resting and discussing with several other disciples of the same sect from the Tian Dao Temple in a room of the inn.

As for Zhao Yibei, when he found Situ Cangdao, he immediately condensed a spirit body outside the door, changed it to his original form, and then kicked open the inn's door.

In the guest room, Situ Cangdao and the other two looked like fierce devils. All of them had a bloody smell on their faces, it could be seen that they were people who had killed before, and they had killed quite a few.

Zhao Yibei kicked open the door and the four all looked at him, all of their faces revealed ridiculing and cruel expressions, and Situ Cangdao even stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

To think that there would be someone who would not know and barge in, who doesn't know the name of their Tian Dao Temple?

"Since you know my name, Situ Cangdao, then you must be someone from the martial arts world."

Situ Cangdao's thin face had a cruel smile on it. His hands were covered with knife calluses, and there were three black moles attached to his temples. "However, little friend, do you not know that people will die if you speak carelessly in the martial arts world?"

Zhao Yibei stood at the door with his soul form, his eyes revealing a hint of hatred.

It was this cruel fellow in front of them who had drunkenly barged into their gang's headquarters ten years ago and killed his sister Zhao Yibei!

He clearly remembered that when his sister walked out of her room in panic to look for Dao Ba, she suddenly ran out from the side and was cut in half by Situ Cangdao.

Even until death, Zhao Yibei could still remember the three black moles that were connected at the side of his temple!

"I've finally found you."

Zhao Yibei's voice was low, facing this enemy that he had been searching for for for ten years, his attitude had changed a lot.

If it was in the past, he would definitely be scared while he was angry. After all, this Situ Cangdao was a homicidal maniac, even if he was chopped to death, it would be easy for him to do so.

In the past, Zhao Yibei was just a young man driving in the Tian Snake Gang. Even Dao Ba could not do anything to Situ Cangdao.

But now it was different.

Now, although Zhao Yibei had died once by Ye Feng's side, he had become the powerful and mysterious Soul Cultivator!

Compared to Situ Cangdao and the others in the martial arts world, the Soul Cultivator was much stronger. Right now, with his ten years of cultivation, his combat power was equivalent to twenty to thirty years of cultivation. There was another important characteristic — — he would not die.

Be it a handgun, blade, sword, or poison, none of them were able to harm the Soul Cultivator, which meant that against Situ Cangdao, Zhao Yibei did not need to be afraid.

The Soul Cultivator was invisible, so how could an ordinary person possibly attack him?

Of course, the limitations of the Soul Cultivator were also enormous. If not for Ye Feng's help, Zhao Yibei knew that just by himself, he would definitely not have lived past two years.

Furthermore, this was still on Earth. If they were to return to Cultivation World, almost every cultivator would have some methods to deal with the Soul Cultivator …

"Haha, so what if you find me?"

Situ Cangdao laughed out loud and stood up. His skinny body was as tall as two meters and one meter, he was even more imposing than the two meter tall Elder of Taiji Temple, Chen Jianxiong!

As a core disciple of the Tian Dao Temple, Situ Cangdao had already cultivated for ten years ten years ago. In these ten years, with the careful nurturing of the Tian Dao Temple, he had already reached forty years of cultivation, and had even touched upon the threshold of the Burst Out Internal Breath.

He wasn't even 50 years old yet, but he was already a top class master in Wu Lin. This brat in front of him looked around 100 or 90 years old, how could he be a match for him?

Moreover, he had three fellow brothers with similar cultivation bases as him by his side.

Of course, Situ Cangdao was not retarded. He was worried that the Zhao Yibei in front of him had some sort of backer, hence, his pair of ruthless eyes kept observing his surroundings and the outside of the door. He was prepared to slip away anytime.

Soon, as he wished, he saw a young man wearing a black shirt. He walked to the door of the guest room and stood beside the boy.

"Ye Feng?"

Situ Cangdao obviously recognized Ye Feng at a glance when he had caused a stir recently, and his face immediately changed.

So it was Ye Feng, I heard that this Ye Feng can go with the rest of the trash and take down one of Long Moran's arms, and his strength surpasses that of an ordinary person?

But from the looks of it, it was not a big deal. It was just an ordinary youth in his twenties. How strong can a fellow of such a young age be?

From experience, the rumours of the martial arts world had always exaggerated the facts. This allowed Situ Cangdao to relax immediately, and his heart was set ablaze.

If he could defeat Ye Feng here, wouldn't that mean that he was stronger than Long Moran?