512: C512 Inheritance

C512 Inheritance

Seeing this, Zhao Feng was stunned.

He could no longer hold it in and rushed up to Ren Yingwei. "Ren Yingwei, I will kill you."

However, his dream was very full. Reality was hard for him. The moment Zhao Feng rushed to Ren Yingwei's side, he sent him flying and crashed into the wooden table.

In this situation, Liu Tie opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Ren Yingwei was indeed Ancient Martial Cultivator. If it was his previous body, this kick would have been enough to make him lose his fighting strength.

Even now, after going through the mysterious heat, he could only barely stand up.

Even so, it had already astonished Ren Yingwei, "So sturdy! "Even Ancient Martial Cultivator, who just cultivated his Qi, can't take my kick. You can still stand up?"

Zhao Feng opened his mouth.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed bitterly, "Ren Yingwei, don't think that Ancient Martial Cultivator can be so arrogant. Even if I die, you will not have an easy life."

He was the heir to the Wealthy Class Zhao Family. Even if Ren Yingwei was Ancient Martial Cultivator, after killing him, Ren Yingwei would have to pay with his life. In the eyes of the Wealthy Class Zhao Family, Ren Yingwei's little power was not worth mentioning.

Even in the ancient martial world, Zhao Family were tyrannical existences.

Ren Yingwei didn't take Zhao Feng's words seriously. He was just a slightly weird ordinary person. Other than showing off his strength in words, there was nothing else he could do.

Taking two steps forward, he walked in front of Zhao Feng: "Humph! If you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy right now, I can give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll let you have a taste of what it is like to live rather than die. "

Zhao Feng sneered as he punched Ren Yingwei in the face. The strength in his fist was not great and Zhao Feng's internal organs could not withstand the punch.

Ren Yingwei didn't even feel pain, but anger rose from within his heart.

He had been slapped in the face, and he was even an ordinary person he looked down the most upon. How could he endure this?

"Die."

"Die."

"Go to hell."

Ren Yingwei's fists rained down on Zhao Feng's body. Very soon, there was not a single good spot on Zhao Feng's body.

His entire face was covered in blood. It could be said that Zhao Feng's current appearance, if he were to act out a ghost film, did not even need any makeup at all, and could scare a neighbor's child to tears.

A feeling of death approached him unceasingly, his mind was no longer clear.

"I'm sorry."

Ren Yingwei was surprised for a moment, then sneered: "Now I know I'm sorry, what did you do long ago? Aren't your bones very hard?"

"I'm sorry, Wei Ying. It was I who harmed you and failed to kill Ren Yingwei. It brought you misfortune."

The words that came out of Zhao Feng's mouth caused Ren Yingwei's expression to turn ugly.

"You're really not afraid of death, then I'll send you to see the King of Hell!"

A heavy punch landed on Zhao Feng's chest. Under normal circumstances, Ren Yingwei's attack could split the stone, and take a person's life.

However, the moment Ren Yingwei's fist touched Zhao Feng, he could not continue his attack. It was not because he did not want to fight, but because a force that he could not understand had appeared on Zhao Feng's body and blocked his attack.

Bang! With a shattering sound, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

From Zhao Feng's body, streams of blood spread and instantly covered the entire villa.

The moment Ren Yingwei saw these things, he retreated two steps and swallowed his saliva. This was a power that he couldn't understand at all.1

"What is this?" What exactly is it? Pretending to be a ghost? Zhao Feng, don't think that's the case.

"You can scare me and let me show you Ancient Martial Cultivator's martial skill, Shatter Rock Fist."

A yellow light appeared on Ren Yingwei's hand. It was filled with a feeling of heaviness as it shot towards Zhao Feng.

However, before he touched Zhao Feng, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed him. The yellow light on Ren Yingwei's hand also disappeared.

"A warrior at the outer strength realm dares to hurt my disciple?!" Who gave you the guts? "

An old man wearing coarse clothes appeared in the villa. His hair was tied up in a bun, making him look out of place in the modern world.

"Who are you? "You are just pretending to be mysterious, I am Ancient Martial Cultivator."

Seeing someone appear, Ren Yingwei's courage immediately increased. In the mortal world, there were only a few things he was afraid of. This definitely did not include this old man.

The old man sighed, shook his head and said, "Many years have passed. Even a little External Strength Martial Cultivator dared to be impudent in front of me. My time has really passed."

While the old man was sighing, a vicious look flashed across Ren Yingwei's eyes as he punched towards the old man's face.

He believed in his own strength. If this punch were to land, not to mention an old man, even a robust and robust adult would die beyond compare.

However, when his fist was less than a centimeter away from the old man, his fist stopped. Ren Yingwei did not want to hold back.

Instead, it was as if an invisible wall of air had appeared around the old man, preventing him from moving forward.

In this sort of situation, he finally knew that he had offended someone he shouldn't have, "Who are you, why did you appear by his side? The sect behind me has a half-step into the Grandmaster Realm.

Ren Yingwei finally panicked. Seeing the old man's strange move, he knew that this was someone he couldn't afford to offend. He immediately softened his tone and even brought up his backer.

Who knew that upon hearing these words, the elder would burst out laughing, "A Half-Transcension Grandmaster? In my case, you're only a Centurion at most, yet you dare to use this kind of person to threaten me. "

The old man's words made Ren Yingwei confused. Was there a centurion in the current position of Ancient Martial World?

Why does this sound like an official position on an ancient battlefield?

But before he could ask, the elder waved his hand and Ren Yingwei's body flew out, crashing into a wall on the side.

"Since he took my inheritance, how can he do it without killing? Although this little warrior with the strength is not very strong, he can only pay attention to it."

"..."

Zhao Feng blurrily arrived at the ancient battlefield's space, but there was a difference. There seemed to be a change here, a blood-red river was flowing slowly not far from him.

The smell of corpses made Zhao Feng frown slightly, the muddy soil under his feet was red. From the smell of rust coming from above, Zhao Feng could easily tell what it was that turned the ground into something like this.

"Have you decided?"

A familiar voice sounded. The old man who just finished cleaning Ren Yingwei appeared.

"What are you thinking about? Where exactly is this place? Why am I here?"

Zhao Feng panicked a little.

What was going on? This was the second time he had appeared here.

The old man laughed, "Don't worry, I won't harm you. I've taken care of the things outside for you. As for this place, you can take it as an inheritance."

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