After his grandfather passed away, Ye Feng inherited an old house.
There are only three sentences in the will:
The house belongs to Ye Feng, so don't throw things away, especially the pair of knives in the attic.
Ye Feng originally thought that it was just the rags that the old man had collected for forty years.
Until a drop of blood fell on the rusty knife.
The space technique was poured into my mind.
The imprint is the coordinate, and the space is the path.
The next second, five meters away.
Ye Feng disappeared out of thin air and reappeared instantly.
——Flying Thunder God!
Not only that, this pair of mysterious swords can also carry the power of the five elements. One sword is thunder, the other is fire, and wind, water, and earth can be enchanted.
From then on, Ye Feng's life style completely changed.
Others fight with fists and kicks, but he teleports directly to his face.
While others were stuck driving on the elevated highway, he covered dozens of kilometers in one step.
Tracking the killer thousands of miles?
"Are you sure you're looking for me?"
Underground forces containment?
"Sorry, there are too many people."
The master of the hidden family has arrived?
"Are you coming together or one by one?"
The official Special Affairs Bureau, the underground Tiger Shark Gang, the hidden Zhao family, the hunters of overseas supernatural organizations... All forces came on stage one after another, but discovered a desperate fact:
This young man has no martial ethics at all.
