Chapter 79: Fog City, Ye Family, Ye Xinfan (Fifth Update)

  Looking towards the door, suddenly there were several young men at the door. The leader's eyes flashed with anger as he glared at Wei Hong and others, shouting loudly.

  The sudden kick on the door also startled Wei Zhen, who turned his head to look at the young men's clothes and secretly felt bitter.

  These people are a small sect on the outskirts of Fog City, Fengming Sect. The sect leader was once a disciple of Liuyun Sect, so they have a very good relationship with Liuyun Sect. In fact, many people consider Fengming Sect to be a branch of Liuyun Sect.

  The leader, named Ning Zhiyang, was also a loyal pursuer of Liu Xiang'er. He led his fellow disciples down the mountain to gain experience. Just as they finished their meal and were about to head downstairs, they suddenly heard someone loudly mentioning Liu Xiang'er, which naturally ignited their anger.

  "Who said that? Tell me who it was! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Ning Zhiyang found that these people didn't speak up and again whispered.

  "It was me who said it." Wei Hong stood up directly, disregarding the eye signals Wei Zhen had been giving him, and said calmly.

  "Apologize immediately and slap yourself five times, and this matter will be considered settled." Ning Zhiyang discovered that Wei Hong was only a sixth-grade martial artist, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he said coldly.

  "Idiot." Wei Hong sat back down, rolling his eyes and saying calmly.

  "Little kid, you're looking for death." Upon hearing Wei Hong's words, Ning Zhiyang's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent. Without even drawing his sword, he directly threw a punch at Wei Hong.

  "Boom!"

  Wei Zhen blocked Ning Zhiyang's attack and smiled, saying: "Brother, this is just a misunderstanding. I apologize to you. How about we let the matter rest here?"

  "Hmph, you think you can stop me? I'm telling you, no matter who you are, today you're all going to die. I'll annihilate every last one of you." Ning Zhiyang's entire demeanor changed, and the power of his ninth-grade peak was fully displayed. His eyes blazed with anger as he glared at Wei Hong and Wei Zhen, his voice dripping with killing intent.

  "Your Excellency, don't be unreasonable. If you really want to fight, we'll accompany you to the end." Hearing Ning Zhiyang's words, Wei Zhen also showed a hint of anger and stood up, saying in a cold voice.

  Both sides had their swords drawn and bows stretched tight, when a slightly warning voice rang out.

  "No fighting allowed in the Carefree Pavilion."

  Although the voice was flat, it had a piercing power that instantly dispersed the scene that had just been filled with murderous intent. At this time, Ning Zhiyang looked at Wei Zhen and others, and said: "Dare to go out and fight?"

  "What's there to be afraid of?"

  Wei Zhen was also enraged at this time, and he stood up directly, following Ning Zhiyang as he walked towards the outside.

  Wei Hong nodded slightly. If Wei Zhen continued to hold his breath and swallow his voice, then Wei Hong would have to reconsider whether he really wanted to join this lineage after all.

  On Ning Zhiyang's side, there were four people, with the weakest being a Martial Artist of the Sixth Rank. On Wei Zhen's side, there were also four people, but if one had to count, Wei Ning's cultivation was the weakest.

  The two groups of people, one in front and one behind, directly exited the Xiangyang Pavilion. However, they hadn't become arrogant enough to compete on the main street, so they came to a secluded corner before stopping.

  Ning Zhiyang now had a look of complete confidence, his eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed at Wei Zhen and the others. Finally, he said: "I'll give you one more chance. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

  "Kill."

  Wei Hong didn't waste any words and led the way out, directly attacking a youth with skin as black as coal, who had the second highest cultivation among them.

  "Hmph, looking for death." Seeing that Wei Hong dared to attack him first, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he swung his fist to meet Wei Hong.

  Bang!

  Unexpectedly, Wei Hong's momentum didn't stop, and the black coal youth was directly blown away, spitting out fresh blood as he flew backwards.

  Wei Hong stared at the young man who wanted to get up, and punched him again. The black coal boy's face showed a look of horror, and he raised his fist to respond, but was still blown away by Wei Hong.

  The strength of sixteen tigers, suppressing the black coal youth with eight grades of martial arts cultivation. Wei Hong didn't even think about using any techniques, he simply prepared to crush him with brute force, beating him to death on the spot.

  Wei Wuming and another person also fell into a fight, but in the short term, it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

  Wei Ning fought against a sixth-grade cultivator and although he retreated step by step, he was still able to hold on for a moment.

  If one were to say, the most intense fight would be between Ning Zhiyang and Wei Zhen. The two of them, with their ninth-grade martial arts skills, clashed with each other, creating a chaotic scene that shook the heavens.

  "Barbarian King Fist." Wei Hong's fists danced wildly, directly and violently knocking the charcoal boy unconscious.

  He took a look at Wei Ning, who was already unable to hold on, and instantly appeared behind the young man. Before he could react, another punch sent him crashing to the ground.

  NextWhat's next is a young man who fought with Wei Zhong, Wei Hong still didn't waste any words, and directly knocked the three of them unconscious with his fists. He lined them up in a row, drew out the large knife in his hand, and calmly said: "Want to keep fighting?"

  Ning Zhiyang, who was at an advantage, turned around and almost bit his own tongue off. Just like that, the three people he brought with him were all subdued? What the hell is going on?

  Can't figure it out, but Ning Zhiyang stopped attacking. He knew he had kicked an iron plate today, so he put away his long sword and looked at Wei Hong, saying: "Hmph, let my people go, I'll spare you all today."

  Listening to Ning Zhiyang's words, Wei Hong's mouth corner revealed a cold smile, and he directly slashed his knife towards the black charcoal boy beside him.

  He rubbed his scalp, cut off a layer of hair, and was so frightened that Ning Zhiyang's heart was pounding, and he didn't dare say anything tough again. This time, he admitted defeat.

  "Today I admit it, now can you let my people go?" Ning Zhiyang took a deep breath and said in a cold tone.

  "Alright." Wei Hong revealed a hint of a smile, quickly taking out some silver notes and medicinal herbs from the three people on the ground, then looked towards Ning Zhiyang.

  "Bring it here!" Wei Hong said, stretching out his hand.

  "Don't be too arrogant." Ning Zhiyang was truly furious, his voice thundering with rage, his entire body trembling slightly.

  However, what greeted him was still Wei Hong's one knife. With a 'swoosh' sound, another guy had half of his hair cut off.

  "Damn it, you're ruthless." Ning Zhiyang, as the beloved disciple of the Wind Whisper Sect's sect master, had never been treated like this before. However, he had no choice but to comply.

  He took out two secret books from his bosom, some silver tickets and elixirs, his heart was bleeding, and he threw them directly at Wei Hong.

  "Now, can you let him go?" Ning Zhiyang, who was almost driven mad, whispered.

  "Let's go." Wei Hong looked at Wei Zhen and the others who were already stunned, a smile appeared on his face, he waved his hand and was about to leave.

  "Hey kid, dare you leave your name behind?" Ning Zhiyang said in a low voice to Wei Hong and the others who were about to leave.

  "Fog City, Ye Family, Ye Xinfan." Wei Hongmeng turned around, lightly adjusted his clothes, slightly cupped his fists and said in a low voice.