Do you really think having many people is useful?

  "What a Day Stage Skill!!" Kalada felt the faint rolling of blood in his chest, recalling the overbearing punch just now, he exclaimed in shock. He was certain that only the Day Stage Skill could have such power.

  The Sun Stage Technique, this is the strongest martial art that their own small mercenary troops can aspire to. Their own strongest technique is only a Mid-Grade Moon Stage Technique. It's still something they obtained through great difficulty and at the cost of almost losing their lives nine times out of ten.

  But now, another day-level martial skill is in front of him, which makes him excited. If the day-level skill is sold, he will be worry-free for food and clothing for this life. Moreover, if he learns the day-level skill, his strength will increase by several levels.

  Thinking of this, Kalada forgot about Ge Dashi and the little demon-like Qing'er. His eyes were burning with desire as he stared at Yi Feng, with a greedy glint in his eyes.

  "Kid, I'll give you a choice. Hand over the Day Stage martial technique and I'll let you leave." Kalada said excitedly, unable to help but think to himself that he was really lucky to have stumbled upon the Day Stage technique.

  A cold glint flashed in Yi Feng's eyes, unexpectedly, his own Day Stage cultivation method, which he didn't care much about, had caused someone to become so excited. He couldn't help but curse inwardly: "What a country bumpkin."

  If Karada knew what Yifeng was thinking now, he would definitely scold him loudly and scold all eighteen generations of Yifeng's ancestors. Even if Yifeng's ancestors had a small concubine who stole something, they would have to be questioned from head to toe.

  The martial arts of the Sun Clan are worth tens of thousands of gold coins outside, and they are even priceless in the market.

  Of course, Yi Feng, who had a special background in the Holy Land, did not know this. He only knew that he had seen no more than a hundred Day-Class cultivation methods, and there were also several dozen of them. If he had known that one Day-Class martial skill could be sold for tens of thousands of gold coins, he would have definitely tried every means to steal a few from the Holy Land. Tsk tsk, this is all money...

  "Idiot..."

  Kala's cold little eyes condensed, making him look even colder. He clenched his fists and took down the heavy sword from his back, saying in a gloomy tone: "Alright, I'll kill you first, then search slowly."

  Although Karada had just suffered a small loss, he didn't think he couldn't kill a young boy. He attributed his recent defeat to the power of the sun's martial arts. However, even so, he no longer dared to underestimate Yi Feng and finally took out his weapon. He was a swordsman with a sword bonus, Karada's strength could be increased by 30%.

  "Yi Feng, be careful. This beast's swordsmanship is very strong. Moreover, he also has a Moon-level martial skill." Ge Da Shu apparently knew Karada well, and reminded him.

  Yi Feng took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing to its peak state. Even Ge Dashi had such a high evaluation of his swordsmanship, so he couldn't help but be cautious in response.

  "Kid, I'll chop you to death one knife at a time." Karada said with a menacing tone.

  Yi Feng looked at Kalada with disdain: "You're talking nonsense, don't you know you've said that many times? I'm not standing here for nothing."

  "Mongrel, go die..."

  Kalada was apparently enraged, he let out a loud roar, his cold eyes narrowed into a small slit, wielding the heavy sword and fiercely slashing towards Yi Feng. The heavy sword slid over a visible ripple in the air, stabbing straight at Yi Feng's chest.

  Yi Feng smiled slightly, completely ignoring Karada's furious outburst.

  "You beast, if you can't even chop down Ben Shao. Ben Shao will let you go for a day to practice your martial arts skills." Yi Feng's toe lightly tapped, and a disdainful sentence that made people furious came out of his mouth.

  Qing'er opened his mouth slightly, but the knife flashed a few meters away. He couldn't help but chuckle and say, "You're really a scoundrel."

  Obviously, compared to speed, Karada's power is far inferior to Yifeng's. Even compared to Liu Feng, it's still a big difference. So, although Karada's swordsmanship is incredibly powerful, it can't do anything to Yifeng, just like having the strength to shatter rocks, but punching into cotton, making one feel stifled.

  "Kid, if you've got skills, don't run."

  "Monster, if you have skills, don't chase!"

  "Mongrel, you're a coward!"

  "You beast, you coward!"

  “……”

  The verbal sparring match made Qing'er laugh so hard she was doubled over. The sight of her slender, swaying figure caused the onlookers to swallow hard in unison.

  On the ground, two figures were constantly flashing, although the gray light on Karada's heavy sword was raging, but it was powerless to use. At the same time as Karada felt extremely angry, he also heard the footsteps of chasing after Yi Feng.

  Just as he weakened, Yī Fēng's figure suddenly turned back, a pair of small fists emitting an astonishing aura, heavily bombarding Kalada.

  "Despicable..."

  Kalada cursed loudly in her heart, but she had no choice but to quickly shift the true energy from her body and surge it into the heavy sword, charging towards Yi Feng.

  "Clang......" The tyrannical fist and the heavy broadsword collided violently, and Yi Feng's figure hastily retreated once again. He didn't want to give Karada any chance to stop him.

  A powerful force burst out from the point of impact. The powerful force caused Karada to take several steps back with his hind legs. The power of the Day Class martial skill, he was still struggling to counter it.

  "Grass..."

  Kala Da just wanted to take this opportunity to stop the other party, but found that the other party was already tens of meters away from him. He couldn't help but burst out a swear word to reveal his emotions.

  "Hou Yi ge ge jiā yóu!"

  Translation: "Hou Yi brother, come on!" or "Hou Yi brother, add oil!" (a Chinese way of saying "go for it" or "you can do it")

  Qing'er saw Karada eating a dumpling, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. She could see that Karada was at a loss for what to do with the wrapper. Unexpectedly, this doctor whom she had looked down on had suddenly become the savior of everyone. Qing'er's impression of Yifeng also greatly changed.

  Yi Feng heard the title "Yi Feng Gege" and a sly smile spread across his face: If I had known that showing off my strength would get me this kind of treatment, I wouldn't have hidden it at all.

  "Little girl, watch and see me beat them until they're defeated."

  Yi Feng struck a very arrogant pose. But when he saw Karada's heavy sword chopping down fiercely, he shouted "MAMA!"

  That unfinished fart pose immediately disintegrated. Dragging his feet, he hastily retreated in a flash.

  Qing'er saw this scene and laughed happily: "You stinky fart. You got what you deserved."

  Kalada saw that he was standing far away, raising his eyebrows and winking at Yifeng. The anger in his heart could no longer be restrained. Being teased by a young man was unbearable for anyone.

  "Mongrel, run, I'll see where you escape to. You're going to slaughter this kid for me." Karada glared at Yi Feng, bellowing at the palm of his hand.

  The young man who was originally easy to capture, given such a difficult situation, he no longer had any reservations and only wanted to tear apart the sharp edge.

  Ge Dashi glared at the few people who had surrounded Yi Feng with a swoosh, and couldn't help but scold: "Kalada, do you still want to save face? Three masters. Three individuals ganging up on one youth."

  "Unhappy? You can go help him then."

  Ge Dashi was out of breath and just about to reach the encirclement when a faint voice rose: "Heh heh, do you think that with more people you can win? Since that's the case, I'll let all of you die without a place to bury your bodies."

  Soft words left Ge uncle standing still. Looking at the calm and natural boy in front of him, he couldn't help but feel that his eyes were wrong.

  Under the siege of three masters and three personal attacks, he is surprisingly calm and natural. Who trained such a disciple? Not to mention his strength, but just his temperament of being unruffled by favor or disgrace is not something ordinary people can possess. At least I couldn't be so calm and natural in this situation.