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At this time, those old people looked at Zhang Ruxue meaningfully, then looked at the werewolf who had become a human being, and shouted: "Kill."

Immediately, those old men withdrew from the battle and raised their swords to kill the bewildered werewolves.

Ye Feng had already brought everyone into the car, but in an instant he stood still, because he saw the leader, the old man in white, who was holding a rolled up sleeve, repeatedly watching and giving orders, and then looking Look at these people who are fighting, they are all moving beautifully according to the old man's command.

Ye Feng licked his lips, said: "This thing is good." Then saw Ye Feng slipped his feet, dodged in front of the old man, and said: "Brother, what is it? You ordered very well, these people He played pretty well, too."

The old man didn't say anything else, but said first, "Thank you young master for your help."

Ye Feng waved his hand, and said: "It's all because you blind cats touched a dead mouse, what is this?" Ye Feng pointed to the rolled sleeve in the old man's hand.

The old man smiled and said: "Oh, this is our Feng family's secret method that is not transmitted, it is an introductory cultivation method, and it is only passed on to those who are destined. Although your grandfather is from the previous Feng family, he has not witnessed it. If you change your surname back to Feng, you will be the successor of our Feng family's cultivation method."

"Cultivation technique? I rely on it!" Ye Feng was stunned, and asked: "Only the Feng family has it?"

"No, there are quite a few Chinese cultivators. In their eyes, the heavenly rankings and local rankings are all pediatrics. In recent years, only the best of your juniors have emerged from the land of China, which has attracted their attention. There is a mysterious old man who entered Taoism from martial arts and successfully ascended, which has already caused an uproar in the cultivation world, and now Princess Yin Yang, as well as you, are already the objects of their strict surveillance."

Ye Feng was a little speechless: "Why is it Mao? Why is it us? Why is Mao not the great monk?"

"Because they have strictly investigated you, now in the world, only you two fighters can have similar fighting power to these cultivators."

Ye Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: "According to this, we are farts now, aren't we?"

"Hehe..." The old man chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

Ye Feng sighed, stretched out his hand to grab the rolled sleeve in the old man's hand.

The old man in white was startled and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, let's take a look." Ye Feng chuckled lightly, and with a dragon's moan, he grabbed the old man's wrist with his hand.

But Ye Feng didn't notice at all, the dragon-capturing hand changed from a claw to a palm knife, and with four or two strokes, he lifted the old man's wrist up, then pressed down, a burst of true energy was injected, blocking the passage of the old man's true energy, and then his palm turned into a claw. , cleverly broke it, and with a "click", the old man's arm, this rolled sleeve completely fell into Ye Feng's hand, after which Ye Feng smiled and said: "Thank you." Then he pointed his finger, Seal the Tanzhong acupoint on the old man's body.Then swaggered onto the big car.Regardless of the battle behind him, he walked away.

After that, Ye Feng and the others stayed in the Netherlands. The two local girls, Jess Lily of the Valley, had long been terrified by the scenes they saw that day, and they were in a trance every day. They go out.

The light rain that had been falling for more than ten days finally stopped, and a gray light appeared in the sky. Although the pressure in the air was still breathless, at least it was much brighter.In the suburbs of the Netherlands, in a few blocks where Chinese people are more concentrated, Feng Ye looked at the Chinese signboards on both sides of the street with great interest, and listened to those Chinese dialects with a southern accent, and asked Ye Feng, "Where are they from?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said: "Sichuan, Hunan, there are both, baby, see what you like, Chinese things are still much cheaper than Western ones."

When Feng Ye heard Ye Feng's address, his face turned crimson, he hummed, and began to pull Ye Feng in and out.

Gradually, Feng Ye pulled Ye Feng into an antique shop, the boss who was in his seventies, but in good spirits, with a few age spots on his face, saw Feng Ye jumping in, and immediately greeted him warmly: "Miss, may I ask what do you want? Everything I have here is real..." He suddenly saw Ye Feng coming in after Feng Ye, and his originally eloquent words were cut off in the middle.

Ye Feng looked at the boss, but didn't speak.Feng Ye stared at a bottle of Tang Sancai jug with great interest, and asked repeatedly: "Boss, is this true?"

Ye Feng looked at the boss coldly, and said to Feng Ye: "This is a fake, a counterfeit." Ye Feng's lightning-like eyes quickly glanced at the items displayed in the shop, shook his head at the boss and said: " It’s hard to coax devils with these things. Devils also have knowledgeable people, boss, to do business, at least put some real things outside.”

The boss smiled wryly: "The real thing? Who would dare? Alas..." With a sigh, I don't know how much bitterness and helplessness I have expressed.

Seeing a few young people in flashy clothes looking around at the door of the store and walking over, Ye Feng nodded, indicating that he understands the boss's difficulties.Feng Ye had already selected a string of small jade beads over there, and she turned around with a smile and asked, "Boss, how much is it?" Who knew that her hand didn't pay attention, and knocked a piece of jade next to it to the ground.

With a sound of "clang", a corner of the ordinary white jade inkstone about the size of a palm fell off, the boss was stunned for a moment, and Ye Feng quickly said: "It doesn't matter, I want both of these things."

The old man immediately showed a smile, and said to Ye Feng: "This inkstone has already been thrown off, so I'm afraid it's useless."

Ye Feng frowned and said: "It doesn't matter, if something is broken, we should pay for it, how much?"

Together with the Buddhist beads and the inkstone, the boss deliberately asked for five hundred pounds for the sake of being Chinese.Ye Feng grabbed the inkstone casually, and walked out with Feng Ye.Feng Ye put the beads on his wrist with great interest, looked at them a few times and said, "Boss, I heard that these beads can make the Buddha bless you."

Ye Feng snorted coldly: "Where does the Buddha have the skill to protect us? If those gods bless people all day long, they themselves will be exhausted. Do they really think that their energy can cover the sky and cover the earth, omniscient? If the gods really He is omnipotent, why doesn't he come down to protect his people when he destroys the Holy See?"

Feng Ye stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Ye Feng walked past a trash can, and threw out the white jade inkstone in his hand, but just as he took out the inkstone, Ye Feng's heart suddenly moved, his right hand suddenly changed into a dragon's claw shape, a wave of true energy leaked out faintly, a burst of After a low dragon chant, he fished back the inkstone that had been more than ten centimeters away from his hand.