Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

In Zhang Yifeng's previous observation, the practice of this teenager was not high.

Otherwise, when dealing with the demon rabbit, it would not wait for so long to take a long time.

But now it seems that the good physical fitness of the teenager is a bit overgressing, which is not directly proportional to his slight cultivation.

"Little friend, don't know what your name is?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned and asked the teenager.

"You call me Jin, and the people of our Yan clan use Yan as the surname."

Yan Jin kept his footsteps, and hurried back when he heard Zhang Yifeng asking.

"Hmm ..., Jin Xiaoyou, dare to ask your clan what happened."

"I just heard you say that your mother and other people have rescued. Did your clan encounter something invading?"

Zhang Yifeng's eyes moved, and asked what problems did Yan Jin's clan encountered.

"I can't say specific ones, that is, my mother and a large group of people in the clan have been seriously ill in recent times."

"The body of the mother and others is getting weaker and weaker, and a large amount of nutrients need to be consumed every day to maintain their lives."

Yan Jin replied in a low voice, talking about this matter, and he couldn't help speeding up a few points.

Zhang Yifeng's signs of hearing a little bit, it also understood the importance of the matter for the Yan clan.

Immediately he stopped asking more, concentrating on following Yan Jin, rushing towards his clan.

Finally, as Yan Jin opened the huge banana leaf to block the field of vision in front, a village standing around the dense forest appeared in front of him.

The village is full of rude wooden houses, and there are even rude tents made of banana leaves directly.

In the periphery of this village, it is simply using a layer of wooden fence as a wall to protect the villagers in the inside.

"Finally back!"

Yan Jin shouted excitedly, and was ready to take Zhang Yifeng from the main entrance of the village.

However, when the two came to the gate of the village, several members of the Yan clan responsible for guarding stopped them.

"Yan Jin, who is this guy next to you?"

"Why, it is not enough to hurt us so miserably, and do you have to bring us with other ethnic groups to disaster us."

The head of the Yan clan was an adult young man, and he looked at Yan Jin with a disgust.

At the same time, it was full of hostility and vigilance in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

"Yan Luo, I don't want to talk nonsense with you."

"This friend of the patron saint, he must have a way to save my mother and others in the family!"

Yan Jin gritted his teeth, and he didn't want to be entangled with Yan Luo. He wanted to take Zhang Yifeng into the clan directly.

"Huh, you are stupid, what do you believe such a stranger?"

"Since I am here today, it is impossible to let you a traitor break into the clan with outsiders."

Yan Luo snorted, and immediately stopped in front of Yan Jin, and reached out and pushed him down to the ground.

The demon rabbit carried on Yan Jin's shoulders also fell directly to the ground because of this push.

Seeing this in the other guards standing beside Yan Luo, they immediately smiled and walked forward to pick up the body of the demon rabbit.

"Yo, Yan Jin, did you go to Linli again?"

As the guards laughed, they would picked up the demon rabbit to divide on the spot.

"Several friends, there is no need to be so excessive to their own people?"

Suddenly, a breeze blowing on the wind, blowing the guards directly to the ground.

At the moment of detecting strangeness, Yan Luo pierced the horse in place, and forcibly blocked the spirit of Zhang Yifeng with the flesh.

Although it was not blown to the ground like others, the cost of forcibly resisting the spiritual style was that Yan Luo's body added several scars.

"Who are you?"

Yan Luo looked at Zhang Yifeng, and gradually exudes a beast -like atmosphere.

"The little brother of Yan Jin has already said. I know the patron saint of your clan, so I want to come to you to ask."

Zhang Yifeng replied indifferently, and did not care about the weird beast at Yan Luo's body.

"you……"

"Luo, this guy is too arrogant!"

"Let's get it together, capture him down and give it to the patriarch!"

Those guards who were originally blown by the spirit wind climbed from the ground, and said angrily at Yan Luo.

However, Yan Luo frowned, and the whole person's look was not as arrogant as from the beginning.

"Since you say that, come with me."

Yan Luo said at Zhang Yifeng, turned around and walked towards the clan.

Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng followed up, and Yan Jin on the side quickly lifted the body of the demon rabbit's corpse who fell to the ground, and quickly followed.

Behind this Yan Luo, Zhang Yifeng did not forget to look around.

The members of the Yan clan seem to be less than hundreds of people. The most important thing is that he can see many people in this clan village lying on the ground straight.

From time to time, an extremely painful groan also made a pain, as if suffering some kind of pain.

Thinking of Yan Jin's previous saying, Zhang Yifeng's eyes flashed.

"Yan Jin, go home first with your things."

When he came to a large wooden house in the center of the village, Yan Luo suddenly stopped turning his head and said coldly.

"No, me ..."

Yan Jin also wanted to say something, but looking at the cold eyes of Yan Lan, he still gritted his teeth down and walked towards the side.

Seeing Yan Jin's departure, the cold color of Yan Luo's eyes was slightly slowed.

"You, please come in."

Yan Luo pushed open the door of the big wooden house and invited Zhang Yifeng in.

There was no one else in the house, and Yan Luo just invited Zhang Yifeng to sit down and turned away.

Zhang Yifeng was not anxious to see this, and waited quietly in the wooden house.

Not long after, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a tall middle-aged man walked in, his bright eyes fell on him.

"Are you the one who claims to know the patron saint of our Yan clan?"

Yan Shi spoke in a deep voice, staring at Zhang Yifeng.

"If the patron saint of the Yan clan is really Senior Taiwu Xiandi, then it should be considered as knowing."

"You should be the patriarch of the Yan clan, right? May I ask if you know this?"

Zhang Yifeng did not explain his identity too much, and directly raised his right hand to reveal the engraving on the back of his hand.

Looking at the engraving on the back of Zhang Yifeng's hand, Yan Shi was stunned as if he had been hit hard, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

"Meet the God's messenger!"

Yan Shi half-knelt on the ground excitedly, and all his previous vigilance against Zhang Yifeng disappeared at this moment.

"God's messenger?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, looked at Yan Shi with some doubt, raised his hand and helped him up with a breeze.

"Chief Yan, it seems that you have recognized my identity."

"But about the God's messenger you mentioned, I'm afraid you still need to answer my questions for me."