Chapter 1757: Young Ling Feng

The cry for help was very weak, but with Zhang Yifeng's current strength, he still heard it clearly.
Accompanied by the cry for help, there were a few grinning sounds.
Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, and then released his spiritual sense to look at the place where the sound came from. Under his spiritual sense, a scene ahead clearly appeared in his mind.
A teenager who appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old fell to the ground, half lying in a puddle of muddy water. There were many scars on his body, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Seven or eight big guys with full faces and gloomy faces surrounded the boy, and their eyes were full of bloodthirsty smiles.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng withdrew his spiritual consciousness, his figure suddenly accelerated, and galloped towards the direction of the boy.
He is not a nosy person, but looking at the hatred and helplessness in the eyes of the boy who fell on the ground, his heart was finally moved with compassion.
"Ling Feng, those who are acquainted should hand over the things, otherwise, I will kill you!"
"As long as you tell where you hide things, Lao Tzu will spare you."
"Boss, what nonsense to him, ask me to say, let's just cut off one of his hands, I want to see how hard his bones are."
The few big men surrounding the young monk kept saying threatening words to the young man, and put on a posture that they were about to do something.
The young monk's face was pale. Although there was a look of fear in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word when confronted with the questions of several big men.
Snapped!
Upon seeing this, a big man with a big beard and a beard showed a look of hostility in his eyes. He walked up and slapped the young monk with a slap on the face.
"what!"
The young monk let out a scream, and his right cheek instantly swelled.
Nevertheless, he did not say a word!
Upon seeing this, his beard seemed to feel that his majesty had been provoked, and his eyes became more hostile.
"I cut you down!"
As the beard said, a big knife blooming with cold light instantly appeared in the beard's hand.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, raising the big knife in his hand and cutting it at the young man Xiu.
Seeing the big knife cut at him, the young monk closed his eyes in despair.
However, he didn't wait for the scene where the knife slashed on him, instead he heard bursts of exclamation.
The young man opened his eyes suspiciously, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was suddenly startled.
Within his sight, a young man in a green shirt only stretched out and easily clamped the big knife of his beard. No matter how hard his beard was, he couldn't break free.
The man in the green shirt who appeared suddenly was Zhang Yifeng.
"Boy, who are you!" The bearded man resisted the shock in his heart, and asked Zhang Yifeng with a grim expression.
Hearing what the green shirt man said, Zhang Yifeng smiled softly and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is, this young man, I want it."
After a brief period of dazedness, Beard laughed wildly.
"Boy, are you sure you are not joking?" The beard asked Zhang Yifeng with a sneer.
"Are you kidding?" Zhang Yifeng shook his face, then became serious, "Do you think I am joking?"
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yifeng took out a healing pill from his storage ring before he waited for his beard to speak, and handed it to the young monk.
"After eating it, your injury will heal faster."
The young monk did not reach out for the first time to pick up the pill that Zhang Yifeng handed over. He seemed to be a little shocked. He took the pill and swallowed it after Zhang Yifeng's voice sounded again.
As soon as he swallowed the pill, the young monk's eyes lit up suddenly.
As soon as the pill entered his abdomen, it turned into a warm current, which flowed along his blood to every corner of his body.
Immediately afterwards, the injuries on the young monk's body faded a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he finally recovered some strength.
"Thank you, Sir, for your life-saving grace. If Ling Feng does not die today, this life is yours, Sir."
Ling Feng struggled to get up, knocked three times at Zhang Yifeng, his eyes were full of firmness.
"Hahahaha, Ling Feng, don't dream, your life can only be the son of the wolf." Beard said with a sneer from the side.
The young monk turned around, glanced at his beard, his eyes filled with deep hatred, and said: "If Ling Feng is immortal today, I will kill the beast of Wanyan Wolf by my own hands in the future, and will kill dozens of lives for me in Lingjiapu. Funeral!"
"Huh, just rely on you? You still want to kill the wolf son, you don't take a and take pictures of yourself, do you have that ability?"
Hearing the sneer of his beard, Ling Feng's face trembled a few times, and he bit his lip without speaking.
Beard was right. With his current strength, not to mention that he was still injured. Even before he was injured, he couldn't kill Wanyan Wolf, and he couldn't even enter the gate of Breaching Heaven!
A desperate mood spread in Ling Feng's heart.
"I think he has this ability."
At this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly rang from the audience, and Zhang Yifeng spoke again.
Ling Feng stared at Zhang Yifeng in a daze, suddenly bursting into his eyes, watching Zhang Yifeng's calm and calm expression, he couldn't help but a glimmer of hope rose in his heart. Perhaps the mysterious adult in front of him could really make him realize dream!
"What? Boy, if you want to be more nosy, you also have to weigh whether you have this ability. We are the people of Wanyanlang."
There was a sneer from the beard.
Zhang Yifeng nodded: "I really didn't expect to meet a few people at random, they turned out to be Wanyanwolves."
Hearing what Zhang Yifeng said, his beard thought it was Zhang Yifeng who was scared. He couldn't help but laughed proudly and said gloomily: "Why, boy, are you scared? If you are scared, kneel down and knock three Ring your head, if the uncle is happy, I can give you a good time."
As soon as the beard had finished speaking, the other big guys burst into laughter.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng just shook his head slightly, Qiang!
The next moment, a thick and simple sound of a sword sounded.
Amidst the expressions of surprise on everyone's faces, a very cool dark golden giant sword appeared in Zhang Yifeng's hands.
"Boy, offer your sword, I will spare you not to die!"
Looking at the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand, a touch of greed appeared in his beard's eyes.
He loves weapons, he can see the extraordinaryness of the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand at a glance, and covetousness has grown in his heart.
Zhang Yifeng looked at his beard with a strange look in his eyes.
"Do you want my sword?"