Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, everyone at the scene was confused. They thought this guy had some background and feelings, and was just an ant trying to please others. The young man laughed at that time and said: "I thought you had some background, but it turns out you are also an ant."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the laughing crowd and said calmly: "Everyone's birth cannot be determined by themselves. Maybe you were born better than me, but this does not mean that you are superior to me. Heroes never ask about their origins, and their origins cannot determine High. Only idiots always talk about their identity as a certain young master."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng said these words, everyone at the scene stopped smiling. Some people even looked at Zhang Yifeng with a hint of appreciation.

Facing a strong person, being able to say such things calmly is a reflection of ability. This alone is enough to impress people.

Unfortunately, appreciation is appreciation, reality is reality after all. For a person with no background to challenge a young master from a high-end town, he is seeking his own death.

At this time, somewhere in a corner, a woman covered in black turned her head to look at Zhang Yifeng, curiosity appearing in her eyes.

The woman holds tea in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. As a swordsman, she never leaves her hand.

"Boy, who are you calling a fool?"

The young man's angry voice came out. Wasn't Zhang Yifeng calling him a fool in disguise?

Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said, "What do you think, you idiot?"

The young man was angry at that time: "Young man, if this is not the territory of the Wuji Merchant Alliance, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded suddenly: "If you don't tell me, I have forgotten that this is the territory of the Wuji Merchant Alliance. It is indeed troublesome for me to kill you here."

Zhang Yifeng said, turned around and left the inn.

This move shocked everyone present.

"This kid left the inn, what is he going to do? Is he looking for death!"

"Although this boy was born in a humble way, I have to say that he is quite talented."

"Tsk, tsk, such a bloody boy is suitable to be my disciple of the old blood ghost, that is, if he can survive."

In the inn, some people felt that Zhang Yifeng was seeking death, while others took a fancy to Zhang Yifeng's bloody character.

Zhang Yifeng's voice was still lingering, and he had already left the inn.

"Where does this boy named Zhang Yifeng get his confidence from?"

"Let's go, follow."

In an instant, many strong men who were watching the excitement came out of the inn.

"People outside, make room!"

These strong men released their coercion at the same time, gaining a small territory for Zhang Yifeng and the youth.

"What...what's going on?"

At this time, the movement here attracted everyone's attention. The space in the valley is not very spacious to begin with. It can be said that there is only one person every three steps. After such a drama, it can be said that there is only one person every two steps.

"I don't know. It seems that he is an unknown young man who wants to challenge the young master of High Town."

"What, the unknown young man challenges the young master of the high-end town, is this looking for death?"

"Who knows, maybe there's something wrong with his brain."

More and more people were attracted, even people from the Baoqi Pavilion next door came out, including Xuemei’s shopping guide.

"It's indeed him!"

Xuemei's shopping guide trembled. When she heard that it was an unknown young man who challenged the senior town master, she had a hunch that this person might be Zhang Yifeng. Now that she saw it, she was really shocked.

"This kid is simply looking for death."

Xuemei's shopping guide shook her head, and then without hesitation, she immediately turned around and returned to Baoqi Pavilion. This matter must be reported to Shopkeeper Situ. She could see that Shopkeeper Situ was very fond of this boy.

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"Boy, how do you want to die?"

From the crowd, the young man's arrogant voice came. This sentence was clearly addressed to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng didn't bother to pay attention to the young man. He turned to look at the strong men around him and said calmly: "Whoever has a sword, lend me one."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong man threw a sword.

"This is the best weapon, called the Qinggang Sword. Boy, I admire your saying that heroes don't ask where they come from, and birth does not determine height. Some people have a superior background, but it does not mean that they are superior to others."

This is a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He has experienced many battles at first glance. He should be a strong man without much background. "Oh my god, it is a top-notch weapon! A weapon of this level." , as long as there is no defense, a child can assassinate a strong man with it."

"This middle-aged man must be a powerful casual cultivator, and his strength is definitely not weak."

"Although the best weapons are good, it's a pity that they are of little use in your hands. I'm afraid you are not a master yet, right?"

The young man's sarcastic voice came. Even though Zhang Yifeng was holding the best weapon, he didn't take Zhang Yifeng to heart.

"ignorance."

Zhang Yifeng didn't want to talk nonsense at all, and the spiritual energy all over his body was suddenly released. This spiritual energy was surging, and the master's later cultivation was fully revealed.

"This...the aura of the master's late stage!"

"This boy is young, but he is actually at the late stage of a master's cultivation. I'm afraid it's impossible to have no sect."

Amidst the shocked discussions among the warriors, Zhang Yifeng attacked without warning.

The spiritual energy all over his body quickly condensed. These condensed Qi form a spiritual energy magic sword. The cultivators who were still discussing opened their eyes wide on the spot.

"How can it be!"

Above Zhang Yifeng's head, the spiritual energy swords were densely packed, like a galaxy of swords. At first glance, I have no idea how many swords there are! In addition, among these spiritual swords, there is also the best sword, but no one knows which one is the real sword.

"Three Thousand Fantasy Swords. Kill!"

The next moment, Zhang Yifeng shouted coldly.

The Sword Dao Galaxy descended from the sky and arranged themselves into a sword array. In the sky and on the ground, in all directions, it seemed endless, and three thousand swords quickly swarmed towards the young man.

In just the blink of an eye, the young man's figure disappeared, and his body was completely surrounded by the phantom sword.

Three thousand swords, what a terrifying number.

On the side, Sima Han's whole body was shaking violently. Isn't this his master's secret skill "Fantasy Sword"? Even his master only had three hundred and five hundred phantom swords, but with Zhang Yifeng, he had three thousand phantom swords!

The powerful relationship here is more than just one plus one.

"Break it for me!"

The young man was heard shouting lowly, and a muffled sound was heard. The phantom sword surrounding the young man disappeared instantly.

This young man is also a strong person in the late stage of master.

"No, there is also a sword!"

In the crowd, someone suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and a warrior discovered that not all swords were shattered.

"Where is the sword? I didn't see it."

"There is a sword hilt on his head!"

After everyone heard this, they immediately took a closer look. At that moment, everyone's pupils kept shrinking.

There was indeed a sword hilt on the young man's head, and the sword hilt was inserted into the young man's head. In other words, a sword pierced the young man's head and penetrated the young man's body.