Genius Sword Immortal

After entering the underground casino, Ye Feng Sense quickly swept the entire casino around, not long after the corner of his mouth.

“Just one tiger mountain? I thought there would be a lot of tigers. I didn't expect it, but that's all...”

Since it is daylight, there are not many people in the lobby throughout the underground casino, but in many elegant rooms, many people discuss matters. Ye Qian Tian was locked up in one of the bags room, sitting on the floor on a carpet, closed his eyes, black gas hidden between his eyebrows, poisoned at first glance, working to suppress the toxin.

Next to Ye Qian Tian, he guarded two disciples dressed in the white robe of Tai Chi Palace, each repaired for forty or fifty years, and was seriously guarding Ye Qian Tian with one face.

On the sofa in the room, there is a light-hearted middle-aged man playing poker cards alone, and from time to time, he sweeps his eyes towards the door of Ye Qian Tian and Bao Room. He is also from Tai Chi Palace, who has practiced it for 90 years.

Another elder?

Ye Feng's heart speculated that God swept to the next compartment.

In the next room, Li Xuan was unexpectedly among them, and there was another middle-aged elder who had been repaired for 120 years, a proud face, a long-haired man, who looked handsome, even among the eight elders of Tai Chi Hall.

The four remaining elders of the Tai Chi Palace are finally here, enough to see the importance they attach to Ye Feng!

And in addition to the people of the Tai Chi Hall, there is a Yakuza elder, with thick round arms and sunglasses, standing with great respect against two Tai Chi elders.

So the Tai Chi Temple is the backstage of the Yan Jing Tian Gang?

Ye Feng thought to himself, looking at the two remaining middle-aged men in the bag room who were in leather suits, he looked a little like Shen Tian's proud face who had just entered the pool.

When God swept into this room, Ye Feng immediately understood.

The backstage of the Tian Gang is the Yan Jing Shen family, and the Yan Jing Shen family has a cooperative relationship with the Tai Chi Temple!

“Looks like the kid just punched the right guy. The Shen family really wants to fight me. ”

Ye Feng smiled cold. This Yan Jing Shen family does not seem to be a good man or woman.

He also said that the last time he hit Shen Tianhao at the Expo Center, the news spread to the Yan Jing Shen family embarrassed them for a while. How come the other party hasn't moved? I didn't expect this conspiracy to come. He also colluded with the Tai Chi Hall and caught Ye Qian Tian for a while.

Faced with the three elders of Tai Chi Palace, even if confronted positively, Ye Qian Tian is not an opponent, not to mention that the other party has no heart, and is using poisoning as a despicable means.

However, the other party did so, Ye Feng understood, purely trying to lure him out and then take out Junyang Baoyuan.

As soon as Wu Jinfeng returned, he panicked and ran into Li Xuan's room with the others. “Hurry up, hurry up, I'm back..."

“You're back. Where's Ye Feng? ”

Li Xuan saw her come back alone. She was still in such a panic, her face heaved.

“He must have come back with me! ”

Wu Jinfeng panicked, but said with great certainty that he was suffering from a sword wound on his shoulder. At first glance, he had suffered a great loss outside.

“Huh, bullshit, there's no one outside with half Ye Feng. ”

Li Xuan looked out casually. What he saw was still that noisy, normal scene, and then he drank angrily. If Ye Feng came here, it would definitely get more messy in the casino lobby outside, so Li Xuan casually knew that Ye Feng would not be here.

He glanced at Wu Jinfeng, glanced at her covered shoulder, hummed softly and waved: “Take her to heal the wounds, we will continue to discuss. This desert change, my Tai Chi Palace suffered heavy losses. Four elders disappeared, and Bamboo elders were temporarily insane due to excessive fright...”

Ye Feng only found out how the bamboo elder like a bamboo pole didn't show up. He was freaked out in the desert.

“The old man shouldn't have met anything. Can't he be ill? Also, the three elders of Melanchoy all disappeared from the desert, and he recovered a life. At this time, he definitely didn't want to come out to participate in anything more. ”

Ye Feng thought about it. He didn't pay much attention to it. His body quietly walked towards the bag room where Ye Wantian was being held.

The ninety years of playing cards were mended as a young, middle-aged man. Without realizing the arrival of Ye Feng, he still seemed to flip poker at random and bored. From time to time, he looked at the poisoned Ye Qian Tian in the middle.

“The old man didn't mess with my Tai Chi Palace on weekdays. It's okay. Now he's joining the scrap grandson to take me to Bao Junyang treasure trove. It's like he's looking for a way to die...”

A gentle middle-aged man smiled in his mouth and thought: "Chen Jianxiong is too weak to know where he is now. However, as long as the body has not been seen, we must still find him. Although he is a strong competitor in charge, if Chen Jianxiong's goods are not there, my strength in Taiji Temple will be greatly reduced..."

As one of the eight elders of Tai Chi Hall, he naturally coveted the position of master, but he repaired it slightly lower. Compared with Chen Jianxiong and others, the chances of being in charge on the spot are much lower.

But when he thought that, suddenly a chill came from around him, followed by an ink-green sword, sweeping at him from around him for a short time.

“Damn it! ”

The middle-aged man yelled at him and threw out all the poker puppet love he was playing with.

Pfft! Pfft!

The sharp swordlight cut each of those cards into pieces and turned them into a raging rain of paper scattered all over the ground, and the lightweight middle-aged man surrounded by them has been tightly surrounded by twenty blades of light.

“Hero, I am nobody, let me go! ”

The middle-aged man felt an irresistible threat in these swordlights, shocked and shouted.

“You think I'm stupid? ”

Of course it was Ye Feng who came in stealthily. He didn't make a sound, he just smiled cold in the void. One of the elders of the Tai Chi Temple of Tang Tang said he was a nobody, who was he lying to?

Of course, Ye Feng now does not know the name of this young middle-aged man, nor is he interested in knowing it.

The blank sword dance was unstoppable, sweeping into each other like a cloud of running water, and an ink-green sword quickly cut a crack on its hastily condensed internal air shield.

On the face of it, Ye Feng has been cultivated for 20 years, and the other party has been cultivated for 90 years to be more than four times his. But Ye Feng is actually a real gas repair, which is equivalent to 40 years of internal gas repair, so the real difference is not as big as it seems.

Coupled with the horrible moves of the Void Sword Dance, it is not something that can be done to a young, middle-aged man who has been cultivated for 90 years.

Pfft! Pfft!

It's just a flash of light, middle-aged men. Blood splattered, screaming, staring out.

At this point, the other two Tai Chi disciples in the center of the room, as well as Ip Man Man, who was healing from poisoning, finally opened his eyes and looked at Ye Feng.