The third level of Martial Spirit Realm!
Sensing Fei Ren's considerable Yuanli aura, all the Night Gang warriors present had slightly stern expressions and solemn eyes.
Although the cultivation of the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm is not considered top among the younger generation of the outside world in the Eastern Continent, nor can it be compared with the geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List, the stone city under their feet is only a small gathering point on the periphery of the secret realm.
For the warriors near Shicheng, Fei Ren, who was at the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm, was already considered a rare master.
Among the night gang warriors present, except for a few who have the third level of martial spirit realm, most of them have the first level of martial spirit realm.
....
Facing Fei Ren who came out halfway, there was a dead silence near the city gate, and the night gang warriors did not dare to take action.
"Boss, here's a tough idea this time..."
"Should we tell Boss Ye and ask him to come over for reinforcements...?"
After a few breaths of silence, a warrior from the Night Gang suddenly stepped forward, and then whispered in the ear of the middle-aged man beside him, with a somewhat uneasy tone.
I saw the middle-aged man with a rough look with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Not only was he tall and strong, his muscles seemed to explode, but his Yuanli cultivation was not weak, and he had already reached the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm. On the same level as Fei Ren opposite.
The middle-aged man is the little leader of their team, and he is also a warrior of the Night Gang. Although he is very powerful, the middle-aged man is not the leader of the Night Gang. Their real leader is someone else.
"Damn it, I didn't expect these two bastards to have accomplices..."
"But...there's no need to bother Boss Ye with this little thing. We have more people now, enough to take care of them!"
"Notify brothers, we will prepare to kill this boy soon!" Glancing at the subordinate next to him, the middle-aged man also said in a deep voice with a sinister look on his face. Then he secretly clenched his fists and began to secretly mobilize the energy around him.
They are all warriors of the Night Gang, and the Night Gang is able to thrive near the Shicheng assembly point and is quite famous, which is inseparable from their leader.
The leader of the Ye Gang is named Ye Yu. He is a fourth-level master of the Martial Spirit Realm. He is good at palm skills as cold as the wind and has few opponents near the gathering point in Stone City.
Therefore, this is also the reason why the people of the Ye Gang are able to run rampant in Shicheng. Everything is because of Ye Yu's light.
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other side
"Brother Feng, are you okay?"
He took out a seventh-grade elixir from his spiritual ring and threw it towards Feng Buhui. The next moment, Fei Ren also came to the opponent.
"I can't die, I just lost one hand..."
After swallowing the elixir, Feng Buhui also adjusted his breathing on the spot to heal his injuries. He stopped the blood on his arm and showed a wry smile on his lips.
This time he encountered a siege. Although his life was saved, the price was extremely high. His left arm was chopped off.
For warriors below the Martial King realm, not only is it extremely difficult to recover after losing an arm, but it will also affect the warrior's foundation of cultivation. Unless he swallows an elixir of earth-grade or higher level, he will die alive with human flesh and white bones.
However, earth-grade elixirs can be found but cannot be found, and their value is far higher than ninth-grade elixirs. Such elixirs are not even in the hands of the Ye family of the Ming Dynasty, let alone the fierce sun behind Feng Buhui. Zong.
"Who are these guys from?"
Fei Ren frowned slightly and asked again.
Since the group of warriors in front of them could injure a swordsman genius like Gao Yunshen, and also cut off one of Feng Buhui's arms, they must have a lot of background, and they were most likely from some force entrenched around Shicheng.
"Ye Gang, they are all from the Night Gang."
"The Night Gang is the strongest gang near the gathering point in Shicheng. Its leader is a guy named Ye Yu. His cultivation has reached the fourth level of the Martial Spirit Realm."
"Previously, Gao Yunshen and I were intercepted by these night gang members when we were leaving the city and demanded a huge amount of protection money. Then a conflict broke out and we were chased by them all the way..."
Breathing out a heavy breath, Feng Buhui reluctantly stood up and said with a solemn expression.
Right now, he's still injured and can't be of much help.
If he takes action soon, he may even drag Fei Ren down.
Therefore, Feng Buhui also felt a little ashamed in his heart. If he had been stronger at this time, he might not have encountered such a predicament.
Moreover, among the three-person team, his overall strength is also the weakest, not even as good as the injured Gao Yunshen.
"The Night Gang... ceases to exist today..."
Signaling Feng Buhui to stop where he was to recuperate, the next moment Fei Ren also touched the Azure Dragon Star Halberd behind his back with a fierce look in his eyes.
"These guys are very difficult to deal with..."
On the side, perhaps sensing the murderous intention in Fei Ren, Gao Yunshen also reminded him with a cold tone.
If it was one-on-one, with the help of the eighth-grade spiritual treasure Shangyang Sword in his hand and the sword technique of the Xiaocheng realm, he would not be afraid at all, and could even compete with the middle-aged man at the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm. .
However, the night gang warriors on the opposite side are not fools. Since they can fight in groups, they will definitely not give him a chance to fight alone.
This was also the reason why Gao Yunshen and Feng Buhui were so proud. If they hadn't been strong in cultivation, they might not have been able to survive Fei Ren's arrival.
"Twelve people, seven of them are at the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm..."
"Four at the second level of the Martial Spirit Realm and one at the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm should not be underestimated..."
....
"bass!"
Gao Yunshen glanced at him, and just as he was thinking about countermeasures, the next moment he saw Fei Ren rushing out on the spot, and one person rushed directly into the crowd!
"This boy!"
After being stunned for a moment, Gao Yunshen showed a rare shock on his cold face.
It is true that although the opponent's cultivation has broken through to the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm, his strength has greatly increased.
However, the group of Night Gang warriors not far away were not vegetarians, and the middle-aged man leading them was also at the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm, and was no weaker than Fei Ren.
Therefore, Gao Yunshen was a little uneasy when he saw that Fei Ren was planning to fight with one enemy.
"Does he really have such strength...?!"
....
"Arrogant!"
At this time, seeing Fei Ren coming alone, the middle-aged man at the head was furious and also raised his weapon and pounced forward.
"Buzz!"
A layer of red golden light surged around his body, and Fei Ren did not retreat at all in the face of the middle-aged man's attack.
"cut!"
The middle-aged man slashed at Fei Ren. The next moment, the middle-aged man felt his energy and blood boiling. It was as if he was slashing with all his strength on an indestructible rock. The tiger's mouth was suddenly torn open. At the same time, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell backwards.
"Bang!"
The body fell heavily to the ground, and the middle-aged man spit out another mouthful of blood. At the same time, his breath was weak, and he was already severely injured.
Another instant kill with one hit!
Even a middle-aged man who was at the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm found it difficult to deal with Fei Ren.
Moreover, no one even saw Fei Ren's attack clearly just now. They only saw the middle-aged man slashing at the opponent with a knife. The next moment, he was forcefully deflected by the red golden light on the opponent's body, vomiting blood and retreating.
