Genius Sword Immortal (Feng Yin Zi Chen)

This wasn't the first time these hoodlums had done such a thing in a desert town, but it was the first time they had encountered someone who dared to come forward and stop them.

The bald man with a ponytail, who was wearing a leather jacket, waved his hand and stared at Ye Feng with a vicious gaze. The remaining five people surrounded Ye Feng and abandoned the iron rod in their hands, replacing it were sharp blades.

Originally, they only wanted money and not their lives. However, someone had come out to challenge their authority. It wouldn't make sense to not give them face.

"Uncle, here's a thousand. Leave first."

Ye Feng stomped down on that guy's arm bones, then threw ten red tickets to the veteran driver. These hooligans also committed their crimes locally. Once they left this place, the veteran driver would no longer be in any danger.

"This, young lad, you …"

The old veteran driver had just been shocked by Ye Feng's methods as well. He was unfamiliar with this place, how could he dare to directly strike out at others? In the event that the other side colluded with them, this young lad would not be able to bear the consequences!

"Don't worry about me, I don't think much of them."

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth rose: "It just so happened that I needed to ask them about something … Cup, Xiao Chen, search everywhere, see if there are any suspicious people in the town! "

There should be people resting inside the small town. Moreover, had heard that the Super Fist Sect had also sent people to investigate, so if they could find out the whereabouts of the other party, Ye Feng could have long since made preparations.

Earlier, Xu Xiaoyu and "Long Moran" were caught by National Security Agency, but National Security Agency did not make things difficult for them. He only asked a few questions about the former and got some detailed information about the Eastern Ocean before leaving. As for the latter, he was released by the National Security Agency, with the efforts of Ye Feng and Lin Shiqing.

Right now, Su Feiying's Yang God incarnation was still in Long Moran's form. He had always been recuperating in the Long family's Luofu cave, prepared to lead the Long family's people into the Jianghu at any time.

Ye Feng and Ling Chen followed each other all the way to the desert and spoke the latter words using sound transmission. Now was the perfect time to help Ye Feng.

The two of them immediately accepted the order and split into two different directions, circling the outside to search. Since the soul cultivator's characteristics allowed them to penetrate walls and look down from high altitudes, it was very easy to investigate them.

To Zhao Yibei and Ling Chen, searching the whole town's situation was as simple as eating when they were alive. Of course, they didn't need to eat anymore as they could absorb the energy from the surrounding air anytime and anywhere to replenish their energy.

However, the lifespan of a Soul Cultivator was short. Only with ten years of cultivation would the two of them be able to survive in this world for two years. If their cultivation did not increase after two years, they would then disappear into thin air …

Feeling that Zhao Yibei and Ling Chen had split up and spread out to check, Ye Feng felt at ease. He closed the car door, and then patted the back of the car: "Uncle, let's go."

In order to convince the old veteran driver, Ye Feng quickly threw a flying dagger from his storage ring towards the surrounding people. It looked like the leader of the group was a man in a leather jacket.

Before he could even react, that fellow's bald head with a pigtail revealed a painful expression. Ye Feng's flying knife shot into the back of his hand, causing the sharp blade in his hand to fall onto the sand.

When the old veteran driver saw this, he couldn't help but to exclaim at Ye Feng's strength. It seems like this young lad was not simple!

The old veteran driver was relieved. He stepped on the accelerator and before he left, he reversed the car and drove towards the three guys who were heading in the opposite direction.

The three of them shouted as they scattered. Some of them wanted to chase after the jeeps, but were pulled by Ye Feng and smashed into the hard sand, causing their bones to seem as though they were about to break apart, unable to get back up.

In front of a lot of spectators on the streets of the town, Ye Feng easily took care of a few of the lackeys, and the old veteran driver also drove the car back to the main road.

The old veteran driver turned around and saw that Ye Feng had killed all of them. He could not help but heave a sigh of relief. Since it was like this, he didn't have to worry about it anymore …

The SUV sped away.

Ye Feng was finally relieved, if the driver refused to leave, he would be unable to take care of a lot of things. Otherwise, when he went to settle his own matters, Ye Feng would feel very bad that his uncle had been robbed in the town.

After all, Ye Feng was the one who asked the other party to drive the car to the desert.

"You, who are you?"

Seeing that his subordinate had been easily taken care of by Ye Feng, the bald man with the braid of his hair immediately panicked. He didn't even have the mood to pay attention to the throwing knives in his hand.

After being stabbed by a flying knife, they could at most go to the hospital and lie there for a few days. However, if they were to offend someone they shouldn't have, they would lose their lives! Right now, he was somewhat regretful. His boss had said that some capable people had come to visit recently, so he didn't take it to heart. He didn't expect that he would really run into such a person …

"Who I am has nothing to do with you."

Ye Feng said indifferently, he walked over and stepped on the bald disciple's hand that was injured by the flying knife: "Tell me, have you seen anyone like me in the past few days?"

Upon hearing these words, the braided bald man was taken aback. What do you mean by 'a person like me'?

However, he quickly reacted. This black-shirted youth was asking him if he had seen someone as' powerful in martial arts' as him.

"Yes, yes. The boss said that he has come quite a bit recently, so we should all settle down …"

The bald headed man with plaits immediately nodded his head as he spoke, and the pain that came from Ye Feng's stepping hand spread out. However, he did not dare to resist: "It's just that my brothers have been a little short on cash lately, that's why they ran out …"

"You won't find a job if you're short of money?"

Ye Feng snorted lightly and casually threw down twenty odd red notes. Then, he ordered, "I have some matters to attend to here, so bring your people and watch over here. "If you find anyone suspicious, report to me immediately. This is my number …"

Zhao Yibei and Ling Chen would follow him into the depths of the desert to search for the ruins. This town was the closest place to the desert, if there were any other martial artists here, they would definitely stay for a while.

At that time, with someone informing him, Ye Feng, who had already entered the desert, would be prepared.

When the bald, braided head saw how much money Ye Feng had dropped, he was stunned. He never thought that such a powerful existence like Ye Feng would actually give him money!

"Bring the brothers to the hospital to have a look, then light up …"

Ye Feng laughed, then patted the bald guy's shoulder and said: "Wait for me to come back after things are settled, I still have more for you guys."

Slap him like a sweet apple, and Ye Feng bought all of them off with a single slap!