"(Free.) What a big tone! I'd like to see who wants to meet me."

  Several Taoist priests were still chattering with the little vendor, when a low voice appeared at the entrance of the wine shop. Several people heard the sound and looked over, and a young man wearing light blue clothes and black hair shoulder-length appeared in front of several people.

  "This old gentleman, you're just in time. I have something to discuss with you." The small vendor's pleading gaze looked at Ye Feng, the several cultivators before him were all people he couldn't afford to offend, and as someone who was only at the Gathering Qi stage, these individuals were all insurmountable mountains in his eyes.

  "You're the kid who killed a thousand scorpions." One of the monks sneered, looking down on him. He could see that Ye Feng's cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and since there were five of them with the same level of cultivation, they had an absolute advantage over Ye Feng, so they weren't afraid of him at all.

  "What, you have an opinion?" Ye Feng coldly gazed at the few people. Weren't they just five Foundation Establishment cultivators? He had already killed dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators with his own hands, and even a Golden Dan cultivator had been taken down by him. Why would he care about these few people in front of him?

  "Hey kid, do you know who you're talking to? I think you're getting a bit too big for your britches. Nobody dares speak to us like that in Sandy City!" One of the monks looked up at him with an air of superiority, as if he had a high status in Sandy City.

  Ye Feng smiled coldly. He wouldn't care about the origins of a few people. The Qingguang Sect was powerful, but in the end, it was destroyed by its own hands.

  Since solving the Qingguangzong's problem, Ye Feng's confidence surged, and cultivators of this level were no longer in his eyes.

  It's no wonder that Ye Feng has such confidence. Any cultivator who is always accompanied by three Golden Dan masters and a Yuan Ying period master will be even more arrogant than Ye Feng. As Ye Feng said, he is already very low-key now.

  "You bully a small vendor who sets up a stall, is it fun? Don't you feel ashamed?" Ye Feng sneered.

  Several cultivators' faces turned red, as this was something they often did. They usually didn't have much to do and would often gather together to bully newly arrived cultivators in Shacheng or those who were weak and had no influence in Shacheng.

  However, no one had ever directly accused them before, which made a few people lose face instantly. The angry and humiliated ones immediately pointed at Ye Feng's nose and shouted: "You little brat, you dare to speak out against Master, do you dare to be bold again and follow Master out of the city for a chat."

  "Why go out of the city? Isn't it just to fight? Wanting to teach me a lesson, huh? Well, let's do it here then. The place is spacious enough anyway." Ye Feng provocatively stared at the five people.

  "You fool, is this a place for fighting? Are you tired of living?" Five people looked at Ye Feng with sorrow, it seemed that this little brat was indeed here in Sha City for the first time, and he wouldn't have any power in Sha City either, otherwise he would know such basic rules.

  "This gentleman, Shacheng has rules, no fighting is allowed within the city, regardless of the reason. As long as a fight occurs, both parties will be beheaded. This rule was set by the first lord of Shacheng since its establishment, and so far, no one dares to change it." The roasted skewers vendor explained quietly to Ye Feng.

  "Oh, I see." Ye Feng understood, no wonder the monks were shouting so loudly earlier but didn't dare to move a finger on the little peddler, it turned out there was such a rule.

  "Little kid, dare to come out? Let's meet outside the city then." The five cultivators tried their best to provoke Ye Feng's anger, expecting him to fall for it.

  "Even if you don't leave the city today, it doesn't matter. I just don't believe that you'll hide in the city for your whole life. As soon as you come out, I'll destroy you." A monk glared fiercely at Ye Feng.

  "Alright, since you're all itching for a fight, let's take this outside and teach you a lesson. Let you know that there are people outside of your circle. From now on, put your tails between your legs and behave." Of course, Ye Feng wasn't falling for their trap, but rather wanted to teach these five people a lesson. Who did he provoke in the tavern by drinking and eating? Daring to stir up trouble, beating them up wouldn't waste his time.

  "Haha, alright then, let's meet outside the city. Whoever doesn't go is a coward." The five monks all burst out laughing when they heard Ye Feng agree to leave the city.

  "Sir." The vendor lowered his voice to remind Ye Feng, "These people are not easy to mess with, you mustn't act rashly, the consequences would be unthinkable."

  Xiao Fan saw Ye Feng's generosity and couldn't bear to see him being bullied by five people. These five men were not kind-hearted, and countless monks fell into their hands every year. They not only brought people out of the temple as a warning but also took away the monks' belongings.

  "It's okay, hurry up and roast my mantis shrimp, then put it on the seat inside me. I'll be back in a little while." Ye Feng's face was full of confidence.

  "You still want to come back? I'll let you be buried in the desert." One of the monks, tired of Ye Feng's arrogant appearance, spoke harsh words.

  Ye Feng strode out of the city in big steps, with five cultivators closely following behind him, fearing that Ye Feng would take a step ahead and run away.

  Some monks around watching the commotion shook their heads and sighed, "This young man is too impulsive."

  "These guys are really hateful, I don't know when they will get their comeuppance."

  "What's the point of retaliating? These guys are all good at reading people, when they see someone with great power, they don't dare to be like this, and will only bully some cultivators with low cultivation. Who can do anything about them?" A few people left, and a flurry of discussions came from behind, but no one dared to follow and watch the excitement.

  Arrived outside the sandy city, a sea of sand.

  "Little kid, you're quite bold, aren't you? Now I'll give you a chance. Hand over the storage bag on your body and admit that Grandfather was wrong, and promise not to dare act rashly again. If you do, I'll spare your life." One of the five leading monks said with a swagger, as if he had already decided Ye Feng's fate.

  "What's a storage bag for." Ye Feng casually took off the storage bag hanging from his waist and threw it on the ground.

  The items in his storage bag are all some unimportant things, even if they were lost, there wouldn't be a great loss. The truly valuable items have been stored by Ye Feng into the inner world of his body, that's his safest storage bag, and it's much easier to retrieve items from it compared to the storage bag. This storage bag hanging at his waist is just for show.

  "Huh?" The five of them didn't expect Ye Feng to put down the storage bag so readily, and they looked at each other in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind Ye Feng's actions. Logically speaking, if Ye Feng dared to follow them out of the city, it meant he wasn't afraid of their group, but why did he take off the storage bag then? Was there some kind of trick involved?

  None of them are good people, so they all have deep minds and are on guard when looking at others.

  Five people didn't dare to step forward and pick up the luggage, Ye Feng burst out laughing, "How come, you guys are scared? Five of you against one me and still afraid like this, even a coward should have some dignity, this is too lacking in grandeur."

  "Damn it, you little brat, I'll show you what it means to bring disaster upon yourself through your own mouth!" A monk rushed towards Ye Feng, gripping a large knife in his hand that shone with a cold light, and slashed down at Ye Feng's face.

  "This is just about right!" Ye Feng smiled, dodging to one side and avoiding the monk's knife by a hair's breadth. The sharp blade sliced through the air, barely missing Ye Feng's body.

  That monk didn't see any pause at all. Just now, seeing Ye Feng's arrogance, the monk knew that Ye Feng must have something to rely on, so he had been guarding against Ye Feng early on.

  One slash fell empty, the cultivator's wrist flipped over, and a horizontal slash came towards Ye Feng's waist.

  A huge sword with a blade over one foot long was being swung back and forth, its whistling sound filling Ye Feng's ears.

  Ye Feng shook his clothes, a small mountain emerged from his clothes and became a real entity, rushing towards the monk's big knife.

  "Chop!" The large blade chopped directly onto Xiaoshan, splitting it into two segments, but the move was dissolved by Xiaoshan.

  The monk with the large sword took a step forward and fell backward.

  "Treasures!" The eyes of all five people shone with greed, staring at the clothes on Ye Feng's body.

  "Haha, let you witness the power of the law treasure." Ye Feng's palm shook continuously, and small mountains appeared from his clothes, enveloping all five cultivators.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The successive impacts sounded, and the five people desperately resisted against the small hill.

  Ye Feng didn't know what kind of cultivation the original owner of the shirt had, but he understood that this shirt was enough to deal with foundation-building cultivators.

  Small hills on their clothes kept appearing endlessly, causing all five of them to be busy and unable to cope.

  "Brothers, we can't just keep fighting like this. We have to break through and get in front of that kid, so his clothes can't exert their power." One of the cultivators shouted loudly, at this point he had no way to communicate with his companions using divine sense, and could only use loud shouts to connect.

  "Damn it, you think I want to get beaten up? Can't we just rush over there?"

  "Exactly! Where did this little guy come from, and how did he get such a powerful treasure? If we take him down, that treasure will be ours!" One of the cultivators stirred up his partner.

  No matter how hard the five cultivators tried, they couldn't break through the small mountain released by Ye Feng. It wasn't that Ye Feng's cultivation was particularly high, but rather the credit of this treasure.

  After tossing the five monks for a while, seeing that all of them were panting, this kind of confrontation was really consuming his opponent's strength, Ye Feng suddenly stopped shaking his clothes.

  The small hill in front of the five people suddenly disappeared, and the five people were still fighting back with their hands. Suddenly they lost their target, obviously a bit unadapted, and all of them were stunned on the spot.

  Then a monk shouted loudly: "Little boy, if the treasure of the law is lost, your death date has arrived."

  No matter what kind of magic treasure it is, it can't be used without any restrictions. Magic treasures will also consume spiritual energy and need time to recover from the loss.

  Ye Feng's current appearance is very similar to the manifestation of Fa Bao losing his spirit.

  The five people suddenly regained their confidence and walked towards Ye Feng.

  Ye Feng smiled slyly, it wasn't that his magic treasure had lost its power, but rather he felt bored and wanted to change his fighting style.

  Before the five people could get close to him, a small tower fell from the sky and smashed onto one of the monks.

  "Boom!" The sand particles were stirred up very high, the small tower pressed down on that monk, the monk's entire lower body was firmly pinned underneath, unable to move in the slightest.

  "Ah! He still has a magic treasure!" The other four people were stunned, this time they had really stirred up a hornet's nest. No wonder this kid dared to follow them out of the city alone, it turned out he had a magic treasure.

  However, this also further ignited the greed of a few people. Killing Ye Feng would get them two pieces of precious artifacts, and the temptation of such high-level artifacts was self-evident.

  "Come on, as long as you defeat me, I still have many such treasures on my body, and they will all belong to you." Ye Feng's words were full of provocation.

  However, Ye Feng's words were not in vain. In the battle to annihilate Qingguang Sect, Ye Feng gained a lot. The Zhong Lishijia and the Mili Valley obtained the crystal mine of Qingguang Sect, but did not participate in the division of Qingguang Sect's heritage. Jianbao Pavilion got most of it, but Xu Qiang didn't take away all the good things.

  Ye Feng let the Wang Hai Pai people choose for a while, Zhong Li Ye Ge and Qiu Si Yao also changed into top-quality equipment, and the remaining items were all taken away by Ye Feng.

  Among them, there were countless magical treasures. Even the magical treasures of the Yuan Ying period's top masters, Ye Feng had obtained two pieces. As for the golden elixir period's magical treasures, he had over a dozen pieces.

  Ye Feng cleared out a special area in his inner world for storing magical treasures, and all sorts of treasures were placed together, forming a small mountain.

  The four monks looked at each other and then walked firmly towards Ye Feng.

  "Whoosh!" A cold gleam flashed by, heading straight for the monk walking at the very front.

  The monk hastily raised his treasured sword to meet the cold blade.

  "Ka Cha!" Han Mang cut off the treasured sword in the cultivator's hand and then nailed it to the cultivator's chest.

  "Pffft!" The monk spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

  Only three people were left, and they all suddenly became stupid. How many magic treasures did Ye Feng have in his hand?

  Three people's hearts were filled with intense fear, their footsteps slowing down gradually.

  "Clang!" A pair of golden cymbals suddenly trapped a monk, the two cymbals closing in, and the monk was wrapped up inside.

  The remaining two monks didn't say a word and turned to run, at this time, what's the point of talking about brotherhood or face, escaping with their lives is the most important thing.

  "You think you can run? I don't see where you're going!"

  Ye Feng then released two more magical artifacts, each rushing towards one of the cultivators.