Yang Feng suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and walked out of the room, and walked outside.

When the gladiators saw Yang Feng, they greeted each other.

It's different now. Although Yang Feng's cultivation level has not changed much now, the strength shown by Yang Feng in the arena is obvious to everyone.

Moreover, Yang Feng and Longdu have a close relationship, so they naturally became the object of currying favor to many people.

Yang Feng responded nodded and came to the redemption hall.

Yang Feng flicked in the hall and then entered the fourth area.

After staying in the fourth area for a while, Yang Feng came to the eighth area and then went to the first area.

After walking back and forth for a few times, when Yang Feng returned to the exchange hall again, a strange look appeared on his face.

Yang Feng had just walked around, checking the movements around without leaving any trace.

If the Lord of Yangcheng attacked during this period, he might send someone to monitor his actions.

However, Yang Feng had just walked around and did not find anyone following and surveillance.

Yang Feng felt relieved and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Although this situation is beyond Yang Feng's expectations, since he has made a decision, he has no intention of giving up halfway.

Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, entered a passage, came to a room, and knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door slowly opened, revealing a young man, the person who brought Yang Feng into the arena, named Shang Jie.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "Long time no see."

When Shang Jie saw Yang Feng, he frowned and asked, "Yang Feng, what are you doing here?"

Yang Feng stuffed a cloth bag into Shang Jie's hand and said with a smile: "You don't need to be so alert. We are old acquaintances. You took me into the arena at the beginning. Now I think back to the love you brought me into here back then. Today I came here to chat with you, and at the same time, there are some small things that require your help."

Shang Jie frowned, and the cloth bag contained several Xuan-level inner elixirs.

"You're welcome, come in!"

Shang Jie's face eased, letting Yang Feng enter the road.

The place where Shang Jie lives is similar to where Yang Feng lives, but the area is much larger. In addition to the seats, there are many other things in the room, and everything is arranged in an orderly manner.

Yang Feng glanced at him and when he turned around, Shang Jie took out a set of tea sets from somewhere and made a pot of tea.

Shang Jie smiled and said, "There is a shortage of supplies here in the arena, and there is no good tea. Please don't be surprised."

Yang Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Your tea is so fragrant. If this is not a good tea, then what we usually drink is boiled water."

Shang Jie asked with a smile: "If you like it, just take some away when you go back. By the way, I don't know what you are coming here for?"

Yang Feng's face was solemn, and he handed the envelope over and said, "Just just now, when I returned to the room, I suddenly found someone entering my room and left this envelope. The content inside shocked me, so I came here to discuss it with you."

When Shang Jie heard this, his eyes flashed. He took the envelope and looked at it. His face suddenly changed.

Just as Shang Jie was shocked, Yang Feng's right hand stabbed Shang Jie's dantian like a sharp dagger.

At the same time, a flash of light between Yang Feng's eyebrows, and a crystal chain flew out, stabbing Shang Jie's head like lightning. A snow-white bone sword appeared out of thin air in front of Shang Jie's lower abdomen, intercepting Yang Feng's fingers.

Crystal patterns appeared on Shang Jie's forehead, faintly forming the shape of a talisman. Glamorous crystal light emitted from it, forming a crystal-clear shield, blocking Yang Feng's chain of divine thoughts.

When Yang Feng saw this scene, his face suddenly darkened.

"If I had known you had a problem, I would dare to show off in front of me even if I had a trick!" Shang Jie said with a sneer on his bone sword in his hand.

Before he finished speaking, his five fingers holding the sword moved, and the white bone sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a trace of white light. A white sword energy of about a foot was condensed from the hissing roar, and it slashed hard at Yang Feng.

"Sword Qi!"

Yang Feng's pupils shrank, and there was no way to use demonic energy or fairy power in the Kong realm, so how could there be sword energy?

Although he was a little surprised, his reaction was still not slow. His figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air, causing the white sword energy to slash out.

Shang Jie was stunned, and his expression changed rapidly the next moment, and the white light of the bone sword in his hand slashed behind him, slashing through the air, making a sharp roar of gold and stone attacks.

But before the White Bone Sword was slashed down, a palm appeared in front of him, turned into a sharp blade and rushed straight to Shang Jie's chest and inserted it.

There was a loud "bang" sound!

Shang Jie's chest heated, and then he was hit by a sharp force. His body shot out like straw in the wind, hitting a nearby wall.

A huge wound broke into his chest, blood swarmed out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the bone sword in his hand flew out of his hand.

"you……"

Shang Jie's face was full of shock, but before he could finish his words, a figure in the air above his head appeared ghostly again and hit him down with a punch.

Shang Jie's weapon was lost, so he barely raised his arms to try to resist.

But he was seriously injured at this moment, his movements were slow, his arms were not raised, and he had already taken a heavy blow to his forehead.

A dull sound of "boom"!

Shang Jie's body slammed heavily on the ground like a meteorite, spurting out a mouthful of blood again, his eyes trembled, his eyes were blurred, and he had obviously shaken his mind by this punch. He lay on the ground motionless, and his whole body was in a semi-coma state.

However, the talisman on his forehead and the crystal clear shield formed had no effect and was still as bright as before.

Yang Fengren was in the air, and saw the sight flashing slightly. Then, after a crystal light flashed between his eyebrows, a translucent crystal light sword flew out, but it immediately became several times larger and turned into a magical sword of several feet in size.

The sword of divine thoughts was engraved with strange runes, emitting powerful waves of divine thoughts, slashing hard on Shang Jie's forehead.

A slight "click" sound!

The crystal clear shield was fragile in front of the sword of divine thoughts, and was easily shattered like paper, and the talismans on their foreheads were broken inch by inch and shattered and disappeared.

After shattering the crystal clear shield, the sword of divine thought suddenly stopped.

He pinched a little in his hand, and the light of the divine thoughts flashed, and suddenly broke into several crystal chains and sank into Shang Jie's head.

Several chains of divine thoughts were entangled on the soul of Shang Jie's mind, wrapping them layer by layer.

Shang Jie thrust his body slightly and then stopped moving.

After doing all this, Yang Feng appeared behind the door in a flash, opened a gap and looked outside.

The materials used around the place where Shang Jie lives are the same as his own, and the spiritual consciousness cannot pass through and the sound insulation effect is very good, so he feels very aggressive.

There was a silence outside the door, and obviously no one noticed the fight just now.

Yang Feng felt a little relieved, closed the door again, turned around and walked back to Shang Jie, and pointed his fingers at the center of his eyebrows, and a crystal light flashed away.

Shang Jie moved his body and slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes had returned to clear light.

"You are so bold, you dare to attack me! Are you not afraid of heart-eating and dying!"

As soon as he recovered his consciousness, Shang Jie immediately roared at Yang Feng.

Seeing this, Yang Feng raised his right hand without saying a word, turned into a afterimage, and hit Shang Jie hard on the lower abdomen.

Shang Jie's face turned pale instantly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body bent into a big prawn.

"This punch is the one you used to hit me." Yang Feng said expressionlessly.

"Cough, cough..."

Shang Jie coughed repeatedly and couldn't speak.

"I don't talk nonsense to you, what is written on the paper, but it's true? Answer me honestly, otherwise I wouldn't mind using your own weapon to cut off your limbs." Yang Feng picked up the white bone sword that fell nearby and said coldly.

"You dare! If you slave dare to hurt me a little... cough, just wait for the centipede to eat away all the flesh and blood in your body, and you will be wailing in pain until you die!" Shang Jie held back his cough and roared.

Yang Feng sneered, waved his arm, and a white shadow flashed.

Shang Jie only felt a lighter in his left wrist, and then severe pain came. His left hand was cut off by his wrist, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Shang Jie was stunned at first, and was about to scream, but another white shadow flashed by. Blood from his mouth surged out again, and a piece of tongue mixed with blood fell to the ground, making a whimpering sound from his mouth.

"My time is limited and my patience is limited. Next time it is your right hand! Tell me, what the paper says is true?" Yang Feng's voice was as cold as ever.

Shang Jie's body trembled and he stared at Yang Feng blankly.

"So that's it, I understand."

Yang Feng gathered the bone sword and looked at Shang Jie's right hand.

"No, I...I will tell you! It's true. The city lord is indeed greedy for the power of the true spirit bloodline on you. It is said that he can use the power of the true spirit bloodline to impact tricks, etc. I am not very clear about the specific situation. Really, I will never lie to you."

Shang Jie seemed to be frightened by Yang Feng's cold methods, and hurriedly sent a message to beg for mercy, speaking very quickly.

When Yang Feng heard this, he narrowed his eyes. It seemed that what was said on the letter was true. Fortunately, he made a quick decision and took action in advance. If the other party takes action, it would be too late.

Yang Feng looked at Shang Jie with a cold light on his face.

When Shang Jie saw this, he begged: "Yang Feng, I am just a little person in the arena. I obey the orders of the people above to do things. I did nothing to you in the past. I would like to give you my best wishes and spare my life."

Yang Feng's face was gentle and said, "Don't worry, as long as you tell me what you know, I will not kill you."

Shang Jie hurriedly said, "Thank you!"
Chapter completed!