On the highway.
Among those who stopped the car were Zheng Lu's family members. Her parents were honest, simple local farmers, and her mother was crying uncontrollably while holding her daughter.
Zheng Lu's father was an honest and simple herdsman with dark, thin skin. He squatted by the roadside, smoking silently, his eyes bloodshot, clearly having stayed up all night.
Zheng Lu also has a six or seven-year-old sister with two cute little pigtails. Her clothes are simple and worn, but very clean. Her cheeks are rosy, a typical high-altitude red color.
In addition, Zheng Lu has an older brother who looks to be in his early twenties. He is tall and, like his father, an honest man. His eyes are filled with tears as he looks at his sister with unbearable sorrow.
The family embraced and wept bitterly.
Beside her, Ye Wushuang's eyes also reddened.
Zhou Xiaoke glared angrily at the people from the temple next to her.
The temple staff urged impatiently.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and come with us, the temple fair is about to start."
Two men stepped forward and grabbed Zheng Lu without saying a word, and roughly pushed Zheng Lu's mother away.
Zheng Lu's father sighed deeply, looking as if he had aged more than ten years, with deeper wrinkles on his face.
In the border regions of Tibet, ordinary Tibetans are like ants in front of the Tibetan king, with no room for resistance whatsoever.
Zheng Lu's brother clenched his fists, but dared not speak out against his anger.
At this moment, Zhou Xiaoke strode out, stood in front of Zheng Lu, and angrily rebuked the people from the temple.
"You bunch of lackeys, get out of here!"
"You dare to lay a finger on my classmate?"
Her powerful aura as a martial saint instantly sent the two people from the temple flying, screaming as they fell to the ground.
It should be noted that those two were both martial spirit masters, yet they couldn't even withstand Zhou Xiaoke's pressure.
Ye Feng saw this scene from a short distance away and nodded to himself.
Zhou Xiaoke not only cultivates quickly, but also has become increasingly skilled in combat, making him capable of handling things on his own.
"presumptuous!"
"court death!"
Splash—
Immediately, dozens of experts from the Brahma Palace Temple surrounded Zhou Xiaoke and his group.
Among them was a late-stage Martial Saint expert who was steadily suppressing Zhou Xiaoke.
He looked incredibly old, his face covered in layers of wrinkles, and his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Zhou Xiaoke with intense heat.
Today, Zhou Xiaoke wore a loose batwing top and hot pants, her two long, white legs were very eye-catching.
Beside her was Ye Wushuang, a beautiful and youthful woman.
"Hehe, what an amazing girl! She has such pure Yin energy fluctuations. No wonder she can reach the Martial Saint realm at such a young age."
"However, you're still too green to go against our temple. Let this old man see just how special your body really is. Hehe."
The old man stretched out his withered hand and grabbed at Zhou Xiaoke's breasts with lightning speed. The invisible pressure blocked all of Zhou Xiaoke's escape routes.
Zhou Xiaoke's expression suddenly changed, and she took a step back to avoid the opponent's attack.
This old man's cultivation level far surpasses her own, and she doesn't want to confront him head-on.
"Old man, do you know who my brother is? My brother is Ye Tianshen."
"If you dare to be so insolent, be careful, or my brother will come and wipe you out."
The gaunt old man was slightly taken aback; clearly, Ye Tianshen's name still held considerable sway over him.
But he quickly grinned, revealing his withered mouth.
"These young people nowadays are all big talkers. They even brought up Ye Tianshen. Let him come out and show me if he dares."
"Ye Tianshen? I've seen several Ye Tianshen before, and in the end, I beat them all to a pulp."
There were indeed a few imposters impersonating Ye Feng who were swindling people in the Tibetan border region, but he dealt with them completely.
Many people know about this.
Therefore, upon hearing Zhou Xiaoke's words, many people subconsciously thought that the scammers had returned.
His men around them laughed loudly, casting many mocking and disdainful glances at them.
You should know that Ye Tianshen is now very famous, and there are many people impersonating him.
Anyone can wave a tiger's skin as a banner.
Suddenly, a faint voice came from over.
"Who wants to beat me to a pulp?"
Ye Feng walked towards them step by step, his hands behind his back.
His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.
The believers who had been talking with him earlier tried to pull him away, but they couldn't.
In the end, all I could do was silently pray that this guy wouldn't get slapped to death by the temple's guardian deity.
"elder brother!"
Upon seeing Ye Feng, Ye Wushuang's eyes flashed with joy. She quickly stepped forward, took her brother's hand, just like when they were children.
Ye Feng affectionately patted her little head.
"Brother Feng!"
Zhou Xiaoke felt wronged and quickly walked over to complain, "This old guy is bullying us."
She then quickly recounted what had happened, growing angrier as she spoke.
"Brother Feng, no matter what, you have to save Lulu. She's my best friend and Wushuang's roommate. She absolutely cannot be sacrificed to the Tibetan king."
Beside him, Ye Wushuang also held Ye Feng's hand and pleaded softly.
“Brother, Lulu helped me a lot when we were in school. Now that her life is in danger, I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”
Ye Feng scolded him with a touch of indulgence.
"You should have called me beforehand. What if something unexpected happens when you two rush to the Tibetan border so recklessly!"
Ye Wushuang said.
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