Evil Master and Disciple

An elder who controlled the arena's barrier came over and checked Chen Shuwen's physical condition.

Chen Shuwen was like a fool now, muttering over and over again: "Impossible! Hallucination! Impossible! It's all hallucination..."

The white-bearded elder said to Chen Shuwen's two companions, "He's not in danger of death. He's just consumed too much energy, and his blood and qi are difficult to suppress. You should take him back to recuperate quickly."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

The male disciple helped Chen Shuwen up. As for the girl in purple clothes, she glared at Ye Feng fiercely.

"Ye Feng...this matter is not over yet."

As she spoke, she and her companions flew towards the mountainside with Chen Shuwen, whose mind had suffered a severe blow.

After they left, the old man with white beard turned around and looked at Ye Feng, who was hiding far away, afraid of being blackmailed.

"Junior Brother Ye, when did you become so powerful?"

Ye Feng shrank his head and laughed dryly, "I... I don't know either. I just reached the Flying Realm three months ago and I haven't even learned to fly with a sword yet. Maybe... maybe Senior Brother Chen fought three rounds in a row and consumed too much of his True Essence, so I took advantage of him."

Ye Feng didn't tell the truth, he wanted to continue to hide.

The old man with white beard thought about it and nodded slightly, thinking that this possibility was very high.

After all, the Heavenly Sword Style not only requires powerful spiritual power, but also requires powerful soul power to support it.

After three consecutive battles, Chen Shuwen's spiritual power and soul power have been greatly depleted. It is difficult for him to suppress the Heavenly Sword Style by forcing it, which causes the blood and qi in his body to churn and it is not impossible for him to vomit three liters of blood.

However, Elder Whitebeard still had some doubts and said, "The Heavenly Sword Style you activated..."

"An illusion! A trick! Just for show! How could I possibly condense such a huge Heavenly Sword?

If it were true, I wouldn't be able to use my immortal sword to fight against Senior Brother Chen's Heavenly Sword. I would have controlled the giant sword to crush it long ago."

Ye Feng immediately explained.

The white-bearded elder thought for a moment and couldn't help but smile. He pointed at Ye Feng and said, "You kid... you're just like your senior brother Yulong when he was young."

"Hehe, it's the inheritance of the master's style. By the way, Uncle Master, Senior Brother Chen was injured, so I shouldn't be implicated, right?"

This is what Ye Feng cares about.

He had been in this world for less than five months, and had spent more than four months in a kiln.

I didn't expect to be arrested and thrown into jail again after being released from prison today.

The white-bearded elder shook his head and said, "Once someone is in the arena, the sect won't pursue the matter unless someone dies. Chen Shuwen is simply inferior in skill, and he doesn't have the nerve to bother you about this."

After hearing what Elder Whitebeard said, Ye Feng finally felt relieved.

He bowed to the old man and then rushed off the stage.

As soon as he came down, Huang Ling'er and Xiao Man surrounded him on his left and right.

The two little girls each grabbed one of Ye Feng's arms, their eyes full of admiration, and they flattered Ye Feng in the face non-stop.

They did not have the same doubts and thoughts as the other onlookers. In their eyes, there was only one outcome, and that was Ye Feng winning.

Huang Ling'er said: "Little Senior Brother, you are so amazing!"

Xiao Man said, "Senior Brother Ye is the most powerful swordsman in the world!"

To be honest, Ye Feng has always been licking the goddess since he was a child.

He gained two little fans today, which made him feel elated immediately.

He laughed cheerfully and said, "Just so-so, number three in the world! I'm not bragging, senior brothers. Looking across the entire Yunhai Sect, no, in the entire world, the young disciple who can take on my sword hasn't even been born yet!"

Not to mention Chen Shuwen, who ranks last among the Four Heroes of Yunhai, even Lin Yi, the top-ranked Fulong Swordsman, I don’t take him seriously, senior brother.

"Oh, what a pity! That Chen Shuwen is so weak! He vomited blood in just a few blows. I had originally planned to defeat him and have him and his junior sister apologize to Junior Sister Ling'er in public for what happened yesterday. Now he's seriously injured and has been taken back to recuperate. Junior Sister Ling'er, don't be angry! I'll make them apologize once he's healed!"

Huang Ling'er shook her head and said, "Junior Brother, since you've already taught Senior Brother Chen a lesson, let's forget about this matter. I'm not angry."

At this time, Qi Yao and others came forward and asked Ye Feng how he defeated Chen Shuwen just now.

Ye Feng pretended to be mysterious and said, "It's nothing special. Chen Shuwen has a false reputation and his level is average. I defeated him easily!"

Naturally, everyone didn't believe it.

Although Chen Shuwen had fought three consecutive battles before, everyone could see that except for the longer battle with Qi Yao, the time he took to defeat Fang Tong and Zhuge Benlei was very short and did not consume too much spiritual power.

In the end, he was defeated by Ye Feng's sword, whom no one was optimistic about.

Liu Yinshui said, "Ye Daba, we are all one family. There is no need to hide anything. Just tell us whether the Heavenly Sword you activated is real or fake."

Ye Feng chuckled, looked around, and then asked everyone to come closer.

Then he imitated Liu Yinshui's accent and whispered, "Of course it's fake. If it were real, I would have attacked with my sword long ago. With my limited cultivation level, how could I activate the Heavenly Sword Style?"

"cut!"

Upon hearing this, everyone raised their middle fingers.

They believed Ye Feng's words because that was what each of them wanted to hear.

"I told you, Ye Daba can't be that powerful."

"It's probably because Yaoyao and the other two consumed a lot of Chen Shuwen's spiritual energy before."

"Right, right, right. Chen Shuwen, lacking sufficient spiritual power, forcibly activated the Heavenly Sword Style, causing his internal Qi and blood to become difficult to control. This is why he spurted blood and was defeated."

"Ye Daba was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, picking up the fruits of victory that didn't belong to him..."

Listening to the disgusting words of this group of bad friends, Ye Feng became furious and said, "Hey, hey, hey, we are all good friends, what do you mean by this?

Although I may have been opportunistic and unqualified in this battle.

But no matter what, I won this battle. As a victor, bragging is my duty and responsibility.

So, Liu Dahuai, Guo Erhuai, Fang Sanhuai...if it were you, would you be able to defeat Chen Shuwen?!"

Sister Fang Ning said, "Given Chen Shuwen's physical condition at the time, I could have done it too!"

Everyone was talking about how they could also defeat Chen Shuwen.

Liu Dahuai, the fat, dark man, beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting, "Ye Daba, why don't you just guard our ancestral land? I plan to go up on stage and avenge Ling'er after Yaoyao is defeated. If you don't come back, the honor of defeating Chen Shuwen will fall on me!"

Before Ye Feng could say anything, Qi Yao interrupted and said, "Liu Dahuai, what are you talking about? How could I lose? Chen Shuwen was already at the end of his strength at that time. It was the boss who asked me to come down. If I had held on for a while longer, I would have been able to turn the defeat into victory!"

"Ahem... Could you all please be more quiet? There are two wounded people who need urgent medical attention."

"Yeah! My body hurts so much..."

The voices of Fang Tong and Ben Lei rang out.

Only then did Ye Feng think of the injured fat and thin monks.

He quickly took Sanzhier from Ling'er's arms, put him on his shoulders, and said, "I almost forgot about Foolish and Stupid. Let's send them back to heal their wounds. Come on, I'll carry one...Foolish, get out of the way, you're too fat...I'll carry Stupid!"

Ye Feng pushed the fat man Fang Tong who came over to him aside.

Zhuge Benlei said, "Forget it. I'm not injured enough to need someone to carry me down the mountain."

Ye Feng asked: "Can you really fly by yourself?"

"Nonsense, these are just superficial injuries, no broken bones."

"That's good. As brothers, I won't say anything more. I just got back today, so you guys should take good care of yourselves. I'll have a banquet in Xianling Valley tomorrow and treat you all to a big meal. Liu Dahuai, you guys should come too!"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

Qi Yao exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, this is unbelievable! The boss actually offered to treat us to a meal! I must be dreaming!"

The others were also shocked.

In the memories of these friends, Ye Feng was just a poor guy.

Often eat and drink for free.

I never thought that I would be able to have a big meal treated by Ye Feng in my lifetime.

"Yaoyao, look at what you said. Why can't I treat you to a meal? Tomorrow at noon, Xianling Valley, you choose the restaurant!"

Ye Feng is now rich and powerful, and he speaks with confidence.

Everyone cheered immediately.

Even Fang Tong and Zhuge Benlei felt as if they were sitting up in shock from their dying illness, and they had to eat at Ye Feng's treat. The two patients immediately became energetic and radiant.

If his physical condition wasn't really that bad right now, he would have dragged Ye Feng out to a restaurant right away, lest this kid regret it after he went back to sleep.

At this moment, Yue Yinling came over with a pipe in her mouth and said with a smile: "Ye Daba, I heard that you are going to treat us tomorrow, why didn't you invite me!"

When Ye Feng saw Yue Yinling, the voice of the woman who reminded him of the previous fight suddenly popped up in his mind.

I felt familiar with her at that time, and now when I see Yue Yinling, I know that it was her who reminded me.

He was about to speak when Qi Yao shouted, "Boss Ye is treating us, why should he invite you? Go somewhere cooler!"

Qi Yao and others don't get along with Yue Yinling, it's all because of some grudges at the gambling table.

As a result, every time they gambled with Yue Yinling, the Four Hegemons of Yunhai always lost more than they won.

Three months ago, Ye Feng was in the gambling house in Xianling Valley and saw with his own eyes that Yue Yinling almost won the panties of Sanba.

"Yaoyao, don't be so hostile, we are partners now!"

Yue Yinling took the pipe from her mouth and blew a puff of smoke at Qi Yao.

Qi Yao coughed a few times and shouted, "Who would want to be a partner with a pipe-smoking girl like you?"

Yue Yinling smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, ask Ye Feng."

The three tyrants looked at Ye Feng in confusion.

Ye Feng was a little embarrassed.

When he and Yue Yinling cooperated to open a cigarette shop, he forgot that Yue Yinling and the Three Bastards did not get along.

He stammered, "I guess so."

Yue Yinling laughed and said, "I didn't lie to you, Ye Feng and I are planning to start a yellow tobacco leaf business together. I've already found a shop and am just waiting for this guy to be released from prison in his ancestral land.

Ye Feng, aren't we going to Xianling Valley tomorrow? It's a good opportunity to see if the shop is okay..."

Ye Feng nodded and said, "You haven't come to the back mountain to find me for such a long time. I thought you had forgotten about it."

Yue Yinling said, "How can that be? I'm counting on this business to earn me spirit crystals! Fang Tong and Ben Lei are seriously injured. You should take them back to heal first. We'll see you in Xianling Valley tomorrow!"

As she spoke, Yue Yinling left with her pipe in her mouth, swaying with every step. The young disciples of the Yunhai Sect around her all knew her and made way for her. She indeed had the aura of the Thirteenth Sister of Bowlan Street.

Qi Yao and others asked Ye Feng what was going on?

Weren't they incompatible before? How could they get together and even open a shop together?

Ye Feng briefly told everyone about how he accidentally discovered Yue Yinling's private yellow smoke forest near the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

Finally, he said, "I've been in the herb garden for over a year, so I'm quite familiar with some magical herbs and mushrooms, and I know how to roast tobacco. I think this business should be profitable, so I discussed with Senior Sister Yue about opening a shop together.

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you three. We are four strong as one. If she and I work together, it means that the four of us are working together with her!

There are no eternal friends in this world, only eternal interests. The little grudges we had with her in the past are nothing compared to making money..."

The three tyrants put their heads together and whispered to each other.

Then Fang Tongdao said, "Boss, can this yellow tobacco business really make money?"

Ye Feng nodded immediately and said, "Of course! This is an absolutely lucrative industry! You have to trust my business acumen..."

The three tyrants all had expressions of extreme suspicion on their faces.

Ben Lei said, "You?! With your business acumen! How dare you say that! We suffered such heavy losses in the past, all because of your business acumen!"

Ye Feng laughed dryly and said, "The past is the past, and the present is the present! You must trust me this time!"

Ye Feng thought, you have never seen how powerful cigarettes are.

The taxes paid every year are enough to cover the defense budget of a country with a population of 055 billion! Aircraft carriers and Type destroyers were all built one by one by the descendants of Yan and Huang.