Qiankun Gourd

Nangong Tiansong smiled slightly, made a hand gesture, and a small golden bell spun and flew out.

This bell is a mid-grade spiritual treasure with immense power. As soon as it flew out, it emitted a golden light, and its size grew rapidly, smashing towards Ye Feng fiercely.

Ye Feng pointed his finger, and a small blue sword suddenly flew out. It was the Sea Spirit Sword. The Sea Spirit Sword flashed with light, and with a huge wave, it rushed towards the golden bell.

A loud buzzing sound was heard!

The Sea Spirit Sword stabbed into the giant golden bell, causing sound waves to spread in all directions.

Nangong Tiansong felt his body tremble, and a mouthful of hot blood rushed up to his throat and spurted out.

"Oops, I used too much force. The opponent is still too weak to withstand the blow!"

When Ye Feng saw this scene, his brows slightly frowned. He didn't want to hurt anyone, he just wanted to defeat the opponent, but he didn't expect that the opponent was too weak.

During this time, he practiced in the third realm. Although his cultivation did not make a breakthrough, his magic power increased greatly.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong, are you okay? I may have been a little too aggressive, please forgive me!"

Ye Feng took back all the magic weapons and treasures and said apologetically.

"Fellow Daoist Ye...Fellow Daoist Ye has great magical powers. I...I admire you!"

After Nangong Tiansong finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damn! He was a guest, but I got him hurt. This is really wrong.

Ye Feng flew over in a flash, supported Nangong Tiansong, and took him out of the space formation.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, what do you think?"

Xue Qingshan sent a message to Ning Lenghen.

"I really didn't expect Ye Feng to be so powerful. I'm afraid no one in the same realm can be his opponent!"

Ning Lenghen shook his head and said.

"I can't do it. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Ning is also not his match?"

Xue Qingshan transmitted the message again.

"It's hard to say?"

Ning Lenghen had a cold expression on his face.

Ye Feng supported the injured Nangong Tiansong and landed: "Come here, help Fellow Daoist Nangong into the main hall to rest!"

"Yes, sir!" Wu Jingang's puppet responded.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you don't have to be polite. I'm fine and I won't die!"

Nangong Tiansong waved his hand, took out a pill and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.

"My two Taoist friends, do you still want to compete?"

Ye Feng looked at Ning Lenghen and Xue Qingshan and said.

"I am not as strong as Fellow Daoist Nangong, let alone Fellow Daoist Ye."

Xue Qingshan smiled slightly.

"Although Fellow Daoist Ye has great magical powers, I still want to give it a try!"

Ning Lenghen said.

"Yes, please!"

Ye Feng was not polite either. He flashed and flew into the space formation again.

Ning Lenghen turned into a ray of red light and flew in.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, how about we decide the winner with one sentence?"

"Look at the sword!"

After Ning Lenghen finished speaking, he made a hand gesture and a huge blood-red sword flew out from behind him. The giant sword made a clanging sound and stabbed towards Ye Feng's forehead.

"Okay, I have no objection!"

Ye Feng waved his robe sleeve, and the three-flame fan spun and flew out. Then, with a slight wave, a pillar-like three-colored flame appeared and flew straight towards the giant sword.

"Three Flame Fan, is that really the case?"

When Ning Lenghen saw the fan, he muttered to himself.

In an instant, the blood-red giant sword and the three-colored flames collided with each other, and the three-colored flames instantly wrapped up the blood-red giant sword. The giant sword was blocked in mid-air, unable to move at all.

Whoosh!

The blood-red giant sword suddenly began to spin rapidly, trying to disperse the three-colored flames, but it was in no hurry. No matter how it spun, it could not escape the siege of the three-colored flames.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I admit defeat! I cannot break your Three Flame Fan!"

When Ning Lenghen saw this scene, he immediately admitted defeat.

"Fellow Daoist Ning admitted it!"

Ye Feng silently recited the magic formula, the Three Flame Fan flashed, and the figure disappeared. The thirty flames that wrapped the blood-colored giant sword were also extinguished in an instant.

The two flew out of the space formation.

At this time, Nangong Tiansong had recovered a lot. Seeing that Ye Feng had great magical powers, the three of them thought there was no need for them to stay any longer, so they said goodbye to Ye Feng one after another.

"I didn't expect that Ye Feng is so powerful. The three of us are no match for him!"

Nangong Tiansong coughed and spoke while flying.

"Yes, this person is not simple. We must go back and report this to the elders!"

Ning Lenghen said lightly.

"Although I haven't fought him, I can tell that he should be the strongest among the cultivators of my generation. If he enters the Void Refining Stage, his strength will probably be even more terrifying."

Xue Qingshan said.

"In that case, let's go back and discuss with the elders and kill him to save trouble! If he becomes powerful, it will be disastrous."

Nangong Tiansong said again.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong is right. This is exactly what I was thinking. If we let him become bigger and stronger, it will not be good for our three major sects, or even the six major sects."

Ning Lenghen nodded and said.

"It's up to you guys. I'd better go back and report this to the elders first!"

Xue Qingshan said again.

"In that case, the two Taoist friends will say goodbye now!"

Ning Lenghen clasped his fists towards the two of them, turned into a streak of light, and disappeared on the spot.

Upon seeing this, Xue Qingshan and Nangong Tian bowed to each other and disappeared on the spot.

On a mountain of the Blood Corpse Sect.

"Greetings to the Third Elder!"

Ning Lenghen walked into a cave and bowed slightly to a red-robed young man in the cave. Ye Feng recognized this young man. He was the traitor of the Fenjian Sect and Ye Feng's senior brother Tang Tianchou, who had now reached the middle stage of the Refining Void Realm.

Tang Tianchou is now the third elder of the Blood Corpse Sect and has changed his name to Xuechou.

"Xue-Jiu-Jiu, what do you think of the Burning Sword Sect?"

When Tang Tianchou heard the voices, he opened his eyes slightly and asked lightly.

"Just as the Third Elder said, Ye Feng does have the Three Flame Fan!"

Ning Lenghen said.

"How strong is he?"

Tang Tianchou asked again.

"His strength is above that of my disciples! He is considered the best cultivator of our generation in the Fourth Realm!"

Ning Lenghen said again.

"Oh, I understand! Xiongling Mountain Range does not allow such people to exist. I will discuss this matter with the two elders. You go down and do your work first!"

"As ordered!"

Ning Lenghen agreed and walked out of the cave.

"Master, Master! You really accepted a last disciple! What a pity, what a pity! He is too stupid. With such a high level of cultivation, he is in a hurry to establish the Burning Sword Sect. Isn't this courting death?"

A weird smile appeared on Tang Tianchou's face as he shook his head.

Then, he waved his hand and a blood-red token flew out.

"Great Elder, Second Elder! The Burning Sword Sect is not a simple sect. It has now occupied the entire Xiongling Mountains and is in collusion with the Yinli Corpse King. If they are allowed to continue like this, they will eventually become a major threat to the sect.

I suggest that we kill them in the cradle."

Tang Tianchou transmitted a message to the blood-colored token.

“I’ve also heard about this. The Great Elder of the Burning Sword Sect, Ye Feng, is just a junior in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm. How much can he do to you?

Just let Ning Lenghen suppress them!"

The voice of a middle-aged man was heard from the token. This middle-aged man was the second elder of the Blood Corpse Sect, Shi Hai.

"The Second Elder is right. We should just ignore this young man!"

An old man's voice was heard. It was the great elder, the Blood Corpse Ancestor.