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C1111 Black Tiger

With his Dantian being damaged, even though he could only provide around Innate Third Level, it was enough to deal with this kind of trash.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth rose slightly as he leisurely exhaled.

Seeing that the steel rod that was chopping down on top of his head was no more than two feet away, suddenly, Ye Feng gasped for breath and roared.

He raised his right hand and five slender fingers appeared. They forcibly gripped the black iron rod that had been smashed down by the violent wind.

"Hmm?"

The rough man's heart jumped as he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Almost at the same instant, a cold snort that sounded like muffled thunder sounded out from deep within the brawny man's mind.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. I, Ye Feng, have just arrived at this place. I need to get familiar with this world as soon as possible, otherwise …" Following the disappearance of the cold snort, the sturdy man only saw Ye Feng reaching out with his other hand and patting his own head with extreme speed.

Ah!

Miserable screams of pain came from the spot.

The moment his palm made contact with the other party's head, Ye Feng channeled his mental force into the other party's brain.

The brawny man felt as if his brain was about to explode. He fell to the ground in pain and twisted. The elemental energy in his body simply could not be activated.

In this instant, only one thought flashed through his mind, "Crap!" His neck tilted and his eyes turned white …

When the strong man woke up and regained control of his body, he opened his eyes and became completely dumbfounded.

As he fell to the ground, the young man with only Innate Third Level sat calmly in front of him.

At this moment, the young man's tattered clothes had already been changed. The clothes he wore and the storage ring he was playing with all gave the muscular man a very familiar feeling.

It seemed like … It was all his.

After robbing for a few decades, his entire fortune was in this storage ring.

"Damn it!"

The brawny man immediately got up. Just as he was about to snatch the storage ring back, he suddenly recalled the scene from before and immediately sat back down, feeling weak.

Ye Feng smiled, kicked him, and said indifferently: "Let go of my soul, let me brand your soul, from today onwards, you will be my servant …"

"In your dreams! You want Tiger Lord to listen to you? "Impossible?"

"Is that so? This place should be quite remote, then I'll just directly search my soul …"

Ye Feng's voice, when heard by the muscular man, chilled him to the bone. He couldn't help but shiver, from the perspective of how he was used to robbing and killing, he knew very clearly that even though the young man in front of him was speaking casually, he was not going to be merciful.

In the blink of an eye, the brawny man was about to regret his actions.

How could he have met such a ruthless person? Innate Third Level, had taken my rod several times, and still ended up unharmed?

And listening to his meaning, he understood Soulsearch and knew how to inscribe a soul imprint. It was clear that his mental strength was much stronger than others.

How could such a person appear in the wilderness with his clothes tattered?

If he had known earlier that this person was so amazing, he would have run as far as he could. He definitely shouldn't have provoked him.

Sigh … Forget it, it was better to just live on.

The result of having one's soul searched, even though the strong man had never experienced it himself, he had only heard about it before. It was said that those who were lucky enough to be a fool would have their heads burst open like a watermelon.2

Thus, after a short while, the bandit Lord, who was rather famous in the area around a hundred li, squatted down obediently next to Ye Feng with a bitter look on his face.

Ye Feng smiled and retracted the remnant mental energy from his body. His face was slightly paler than before.

Although his Dantian was severely injured, his mental force was still strong, but it was still quite difficult for Ye Feng to inscribe the God Soul Imprint. If not for the fact that the sturdy man was afraid, and had been obedient, he might not even be able to succeed.

Looking at the black muscular man who was squatting in front of him with a wronged expression, Ye Feng did not have the same feeling of being a "bad person" at all. Instead, he revealed a sinister smile, looking as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.

Since they weren't familiar with each other, they had to find a place to lead the way.

"Don't have such a dejected and unlucky appearance. Being able to follow me is the result of your good fortune …" Ye Feng said.

Not only could he take away the life of the opponent, he could also torture the soul of the person he controlled. It could be said that once the imprint was left on the soul of the person he controlled, unless the person's mental strength surpassed that of the person he controlled, they would never be able to escape.

The sturdy man had scolded Ye Feng till he was above eighteen generations old, but he did not dare to show any grievances on his face, as he was only obedient.

"Let's talk about it now. What's your name?"

"Yelu Tiger …"

"Yelu Tiger? The name is too difficult to pronounce. I will change it to another name for you, from now on, you will be called … Hei Hu. " Ye Feng frowned, and said while looking at him coldly.

The whole of Africa is called the Yelu Tiger.

"Black..." Hei Hu? "Why does it sound like the one I had when I was a kid …" The brawny man rubbed his nose, feeling a bit awkward.

"What is it? "You don't want to?" Ye Feng curled his lips.

"Willing to do so... Anything you like to call me... "

Ye Feng nodded his head in satisfaction, then laughed: "Hei Hu, let me ask you, why are you doing this kind of thing?"

Hei Hu looked at Ye Feng helplessly, "In our Tianzi County, a little Martial Cultivator like me who don't have any sect or school, who else could I do other than this? "Besides, this business is extremely profitable. If you're lucky and kill a fat sheep, you'll lose a few decades of fighting experience …"

"Hehe, to tell you the truth, Young Master, as long as I gather several hundred thousand Spiritual Stone, I can still buy a sect's quota and become a disciple with a sect in my hands, and at that time, who in the entire Tianzhi County would still dare to offend Tiger Lord … "Young master, even if you follow Tiger Lord, you'll only get to eat and drink to your heart's content …"

The more he spoke, the louder his voice became.

Ye Feng looked at him with a smile.

This big dumb guy's personality was quite happy, and he quickly got out of his dejected state. Perhaps it was because he had planted an imprint within his soul that he had completely resigned himself to fate.

"Oh right, Young Master, you're so strong, you wouldn't be …" should be a sect disciple? " After talking for a while, Hei Hu suddenly remembered something and looked at Ye Feng with suspicion.

Although his new master's cultivation base was two levels lower than his, the methods that he displayed could be said to be weird. Not only did he effortlessly knock him down, he even had complete control over his soul?

This method and strength was unimaginable. It was something he had only seen in his life. Could it be that he was a disciple that came from some sect in the Skylaurel Kingdom to gain experience?

Fortunately, he couldn't beat her.

If he really was a seedling from a noble clan, and he was somehow treated like a fat sheep by Ye Xiwen, then he would be in big trouble.

With this thought, Hei Hu couldn't help but start to rejoice silently, and the gaze in which he looked at Ye Feng became incomparably respectful as well …

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