Chapter 1709: Shot

Hearing the words of the middle-aged monk, the young monk was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted.
"No, I am not afraid of death, Uncle Yun, I am really not afraid of death!"
As if worried that the middle-aged monk would not believe his words, the young monk emphasized it several times.
"It's just that I don't want everyone to die in vain."
Hearing the words of the young monk, the middle-aged monk gave a wry smile, and a look of helplessness appeared in his eyes: "Stupid boy, even if we tell him the whereabouts of the formation now, he will not let us go."
Unlike young monks, he has deep experience. He has seen it since Yu Wenlie and others first appeared here. These people in front of him are desperadoes. Such people have no credibility at all. Yes.
A look of astonishment flashed across the young monk's face. He was about to speak, but at this moment, Yu Wenlie's words made him completely dead.
"Haha, what he said is correct. Now even if you tell me where you hide the formation, I will not let you go, but I can promise you that if you hand over the formation, I can make you die happy. Point." Yu Wenlie smiled wildly.
The middle-aged monk stretched out his arms laboriously and touched the young monk's head. A sad look flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Feng, Uncle Yun knows that you are for the good of everyone, but today we are destined to be unable to escape this disaster. Fortunately, Yuwen’s house no longer exists, and our great enmity is worth retribution."
"The only thing Uncle Yun regrets is that I don't even know who the benefactor was to destroy Yuwen's house and avenge us."
The young monk looked at the middle-aged monk, gritted his teeth and said: "Uncle Yun, if we can survive, I will be a cow and a horse and I will repay the kindness of the benefactor."
Survive?
Hearing the words of the young monk, a dazed expression appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged monk. In their current situation, it is harder to survive than to climb to the sky.
This Dingyuanfang is a famous slum area in Sihai City, except for those mortals who have no power to bind chickens. At this moment, even if there is a miracle, no one will come to rescue them.
However, the middle-aged monk did not say this, because in the last time of his life, he did not want to destroy the hope in the young monk's heart.
In a blink of an eye, the three breaths time passed, and there was still no one to speak. Yu Wenlie looked at the young monk, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.
"Boy, if you don't say anything, you are going to die."
Seeing Yu Wenlie walking towards him, there was a look of fear in the young monk's eyes, but shortly afterwards, his expression became firm again.
"Everything is dead, come on, I'm not afraid, Xiaoye!"
Upon hearing this, Yuwenlie burst into laughter: "Haha, well, it's a man, if it's normal, I might not kill you."
"But now, die!"
When the voice fell, Yu Wenlie stretched out his right hand and patted the young monk on the head.
"Xiao Feng!"
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk showed a touch of sadness in his eyes.
"Am I going to die?"
Feeling the fatal crisis of death, the young monk forcibly endured the fear in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.
Everyone seemed unbearable to see the next cruel scene, and they all closed their eyes.
However, at this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.
call out!
With the sound of breaking through the speed of sound, a stalwart figure holding a huge sword appeared in front of the young monk.
This figure wielded the giant sword in his hand, and without any hesitation, he opened up several sword qi to Yu Wenlie. The power of sword qi was not strong, but it successfully resolved Yu Wenlie's offensive.
This figure is naturally Zhang Yifeng.
Avoiding the sword energy attacked by Zhang Yifeng, Yu Wenlie looked at Zhang Yifeng with a somewhat ugly expression and asked, "Who are you?"
Zhang Yifeng hadn't spoken yet, beside Yu Wenlie, the young monk who had been following him looked at Zhang Yifeng in astonishment. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. He turned his head and said to Yu Wenlie in horror: "Big brother, he is, Sihaicheng The new city lord Feng Yi. ""Feng Yi? The new city lord?"
Hearing what the young monk said, Yu Wenlie was stunned for a moment, and then the coldness in his eyes became even worse: "So, you killed my eldest brother?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng frowned and asked: "Your eldest brother? Is it Yuwenshang?"
Yu Wenlie sneered and nodded, and said: "God, I really treat me not so badly. I am worried about how I can find you to avenge my elder brother. I didn't expect you to send it to the door by yourself. This saves me a lot. trouble."
"Remember, I was Yu Wenlie who killed you!"
When the voice fell, Yu Wenlie's spiritual power emerged madly, and then he wielded a big knife and attacked Zhang Yifeng.
On the side, the young monk slowed his eyes, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
In despair just now, he was ready to meet death, but what he didn't expect was that after a long time, he didn't see Yu Wenlie's attack falling.
Amidst all the doubts, he opened his eyes. When he saw Zhang Yifeng who was fighting with Yu Wenlie, a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
"Uncle Yun, what's the situation? Has anyone come to save us?" the young monk looked at the middle-aged monk and asked.
However, the middle-aged monk did not answer his question, but fixed his eyes on Zhang Yifeng's body, his eyes full of excitement.
It was not until the young monk called again that the middle-aged monk recovered.
He looked excited and said to the young monk: "Xiao Feng, the adult holding the giant sword, is the benefactor who killed Yuwen's house and avenged us. He just saved you."
The young monk froze for a moment when he heard the words, then looked at Zhang Yifeng who was fighting fiercely with Yuwen, his expression instantly became extremely enthusiastic.
"Uncle Yun, say that, are we saved!"
"It should be saved."
The middle-aged monk smiled and nodded. From the current situation, as long as Zhang Yifeng defeats Yu Wenlie, they will be rescued.
At this time, Yu Wenlie and Zhang Yifeng had already fought dozens of rounds.
"Boy, what level of knife are you!"
Yu Wenlie exclaimed.
The knife in his hand was already full of gaps, causing him a pain.
This knife, but he spent a huge price, he asked the master craftsman to forge a ninth-level weapon. In order to forge this weapon, he spent a lot of money!
But what he didn't expect was that the big sword, which he had always regarded as a treasure, was just a gap after banging against the huge sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand several times.
Could it be that this kid's huge sword is a magic weapon?
Thinking of this possibility, the painful color in Yu Wenlie's eyes disappeared instantly, turning into a color of greed.
"Boy, offer the giant sword in your hand obediently, I will spare you not to die."
Hearing Yu Wenlie's words, Zhang Yifeng smiled.