Evil Master and Disciple

Hearing the voice of the referee elder on the ring, Ye Feng immediately calmed down.

He turned and looked at Qin Keke.

"Senior Sister Qin, it's our turn now. Ladies first, please go first."

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be so humble." Qin Keke snorted coldly.

"Humble? Uh... you figured that out? Actually, I've always been a kind, humble, courteous, and polite person."

Ye Feng would flatter himself whenever he got the chance.

"shameless."

Cursing sounds were heard.

Not from Qin Keke, but from the surroundings.

Even his good friends gave him a very pertinent evaluation at this moment.

Qin Keke didn't waste any words. She leaped up with her slender figure. Her long legs were particularly eye-catching as her dress fluttered.

But... there's one bad thing.

Girls in this world wear pants under their skirts.

Unlike the world of Ye Feng’s previous life, where the wind blew up the skirt and made the butt feel cold.

Hey……

This made a humble gentleman named Ye feel a little disappointed.

Qin Keke was highly regarded by the tens of thousands of onlookers.

She is not only beautiful, but also the second disciple of the chief elder of Lingbao Academy and is quite famous.

Today we are fighting against Ye Feng, the bully who bullies men and women and is hated by everyone.

As soon as Qin Keke appeared, cheers and applause immediately resounded throughout the world.

Seeing how popular Qin Keke was, Ye Feng curled his lips and muttered to himself, "Just this way of appearing, without any characteristics, and they are still cheering. What a bullshit, a bunch of unsophisticated people who have never seen the world."

Fat Monk said, "Brother Feng, you used to rush for first place in everything, but this time you let Senior Sister Qin go first. Have you really become a gentleman who values ​​civility and courtesy?"

"Well, that's not the case. I've been thinking hard for two days and finally came up with a very cool and impressive way to make an entrance. So I let Qin Keke go on stage first, to prevent her from imitating me and stealing my limelight."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, everyone around him was stunned.

This kid... at this time, he is still thinking of making a cool and flashy appearance?

When the cheers around died down a bit, Ye Feng came out.

With a flick of his finger, the Ziqing and Bahuang swords behind him were unsheathed.

The green light and golden light intertwined together, immediately attracting the attention of the people around.

Of course, it didn't matter if they didn't notice, because Ye Feng urged his true energy and shouted, "Ye Feng is coming!"

The voice was loud and arrogant. With the blessing of true energy, it was like a loudspeaker. It was hard for the disciples in the square not to hear it.

Countless eyes followed the sound and saw Ye Feng take a step with his right foot. The Eight Desolate Divine Sword, emitting an orange-yellow golden light, immediately flew to the bottom of his feet and formed a step.

He took a step forward with his left foot, and the Purple-Green Divine Sword flew to his feet.

He stepped into the air step by step.

Every step was measured perfectly. As soon as he landed, a magic sword landed right under his feet.

Ye Feng had his hands behind his back, his long hair and sleeves were untied. Although he was wearing a flowery dress that attracted bees and butterflies, he had a good appearance and at this moment he looked a bit otherworldly.

Ye Feng plagiarized this idea from the master master yesterday.

However, he did not have the ability of the head master to fly in the air and step on the void, so he used two magic swords as stairs.

This also implies that from then on, he will rise step by step until he reaches the pinnacle of the heavenly way.

It’s hard to say whether this is the true meaning or not, but this is what Ye Feng thought in his heart.

The area around Square No. 6, which was originally cheering, was now silent. There were at least ten thousand pairs of eyes staring at the boy's fleeting appearance.

Looking at Ye Feng walking in the air with his hands behind his back, the fat and thin monks looked at each other.

The two of them muttered to themselves at the same time: "Damn! He's tricked me again!"

Since the Immortal Hunt of Jiazi that year, the Yunhai Sect's inner sect examination has been held for nearly forty sessions.

Including several other major sects of the righteous path and the Lingshan battle, the number of battles is about the same.

Countless disciples were racking their brains on how to get on the ring.

Some flew up, some jumped up, some spun up, some did eighteen backflips and threw themselves up, and some stepped on the heads of the onlookers and soared up amid countless shouts and curses.

All kinds of methods have been used. Many years ago, the disciples who participated in the battle felt that they could not think of anything new.

I didn’t expect that Ye Feng would come up with something new for everyone today.

Use two magic swords and step on them alternately.

Step by step……

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth were harder to suppress than AK's, and the corners of his eyes were almost turned up.

Looking at the stunned eyes of the people below him, he felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.

A sense of heroism arises spontaneously.

He said in a clear voice: "When the great roc soars with the wind, it will soar to ninety thousand miles. I was born with talents that will be useful. Even if I spend a fortune, I will get it back!"

His voice slowly spread around the No. 6 ring.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at this wild and unruly young man who spoke eloquently.

"Hey, Ye Feng, do you want to go up to the sky? If you don't come on the court, I will declare you the loser!" The referee's loud voice sounded again.

Ye Feng was stunned and looked down.

Good man, he's just busy showing off.

Forget that you are going to the ring.

He stepped on the two magic swords, just like walking up stairs, step by step, walking up to the sky.

At this moment, it was already dozens of feet away from the ground, far away from the ring, and almost reached the next ring No. 7.

Ye Feng was extremely embarrassed and quickly turned around and walked towards the ring.

The referee, who was clearly hot-tempered, shouted, "Ye Feng, I'll count to three. If you don't stand on the stage, I'll declare you the loser. One..."

"No, no! Give me a moment, I'll be right down!"

"two!"

Seeing the referee elder raise his second finger, Ye Feng was shocked. This old man was serious.

He no longer had the mind to pretend to be cool, he just stepped on the magic sword and dived down.

He was used to flying with a magic sword in hand, so he was a little uncomfortable with the method of flying with his feet.

Others land lightly with almost no sound, so graceful and elegant.

This guy landed like a Filipino fish-frying team, with a plop and a cloud of dust.

That’s right, he fell hard on the ring under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The sneers and laughter instantly broke the silence around the No. 6 ring.

The three tyrants all felt ashamed and covered their cheeks with their hands.

What a shame!

The beginning was very good, and the creativity was fully utilized.

Adding those few heroic verses adds a lot of points.

But then... it went completely off track.

It perfectly illustrates what it means to be handsome for only three seconds.

Fu Jinghong was stunned.

He reached into his pocket and took out a pack of Fengyue brand cigarettes, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He pinched it with his fingers and a flame rose at his fingertips.

He took a deep breath and looked up at Ye Feng walking in the sky.

He murmured, "Interesting... but not much."

Outside the Yunhai Hall, there are fewer elders, seniors and representatives from various factions sitting here today than yesterday.

There are probably only two or three hundred people.

Many foreign representatives went to the arena to watch the fight up close.

The only ones left at this moment are respected seniors or representatives of major sects.

"Hey, above the No. 6 arena, isn't that young man Ye Feng, the eldest disciple of the sixth master?" Master Yun Yi had sharp eyes and spotted Ye Feng walking on the magic sword at a glance.

Fatty Yulong took a look and said, "It seems...it seems that he is really my disciple."

Su Yutian, the representative of the Chaotian Sect standing nearby, said, "So this person is Senior Brother Yulong's eldest disciple. He's truly an extraordinary young man. It seems Senior Brother Yulong has put a lot of thought into his cultivation over the years. Not only is his cultivation profound, but he's also well-versed in the classics. Like a roc soaring into the sky, he truly possesses the aura of a young man."

Fatty Yulong laughed dryly. "Well... this guy and I are just ordinary master and disciple. We are not very familiar with each other. Yes, not familiar with each other!"

After saying this, Fatty Yulong looked at Ye Feng in the sky and cursed softly, "You little bastard, you've made me lose all my face! Just wait and see how I'll deal with you when I get back! However, these two lines of poetry are okay... Is this little bastard really planning to give up his immortality and pursue literature, planning to go to the capital to take the imperial examination?"

Ye Feng climbed up from the ring with a sneaky look on his face.

Seeing countless people around him laughing at him, he flew into a rage and pointed at the disciples below the stage, shouting, "What are you laughing at! What's so funny? Didn't you ever fall off your sword while practicing sword control? You, you, you... you're the only one who laughs the most! Don't run away later, or I'll teach you a lesson!"

"Ye Daba, can you please stand and leave the ring first?"

"Hey, you dare to look down on me? I'm going to get you right now!"

"Enough! Junior Brother Ye, if you keep messing around, I won't be polite!" Seeing Ye Feng rolling up his sleeves and about to go down to fight with that disciple, the referee elder finally couldn't help but lose his temper.

Ye Feng immediately became intimidated and said with an apologetic smile: "Uncle Master, you saw it just now. He started the fire. It has nothing to do with me."

The referee ignored him, said "The fight begins", and hurried off the stage.

Ye Feng's performance had already delayed him for a cup of tea, and he dared not delay any longer.

After the referee elder walked down from the ring, the ring barrier was immediately opened.

"Senior Sister Qin! Break Ye Daba's legs!"

"Break his hands too!"

"Dig out his left eye! I'll give you a spirit crystal!"

"I'll offer a purple crystal for one of Ye Daba's legs..."

Shouts like these echoed around the arena. This showed just how extensive Ye Feng's connections were within the Yunhai Sect...

Qin Keke held a long sword in her left hand and looked at Ye Feng, who looked like a clown in front of her.

He said with some contempt: "Ye Feng, it's getting late. Can we not waste time? Many people are waiting to see you kneel down and beg for mercy."

Ye Feng looked at Qin Keke and grinned, "Kneel down and beg for mercy? Haha, I'm the boss of the Four Tyrants of Yunhai and I bully men and women! How could I possibly kneel down and beg for mercy?!"

He bent down and picked up the magic sword on the ring.

After thinking for a while, he inserted the Purple-Green Sword into the scabbard behind him.

His Bahuang Immortal Sword, like Qi Hao's Weiyang Immortal Sword, is a large and heavy broadsword.

The hilt is slightly long. Ye Feng used to think that the lengths of some hilts were awkward. But after watching Qi Hao's fight yesterday, he realized that such a long hilt is meant for holding the sword with both hands.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and shouted loudly, "Senior Sister Qin, be careful! The little flying stick... the big sword is coming!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly kicked the sword, twisted his waist, and swung the giant sword quickly with both arms.

A golden sword energy swept towards Qin Keke.

Qin Keke's eyes focused, and she did a somersault to avoid the sword energy.

Just as he landed on the ground, he saw Ye Feng holding the sword in both hands and jumping more than a meter high.

A sword slashed down from the air fiercely.

The huge golden sword shadow expanded rapidly and slashed towards Qin Keke fiercely.

Qin Keke only felt a powerful aura of oppression coming quickly.

Her pretty face changed slightly. She didn't expect that Ye Feng's sword energy was so sharp.

She didn't dare to take it head-on and flew to the side.

The huge sword shadow slashed fiercely on the ring. With a loud bang, the huge ring trembled slightly, stone bricks shattered and flew, and dust and smoke filled the air.

Part of the sword shadows also hit the defensive barrier of the arena.

Immediately, violent waves arose.

"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill lacks refinement! Who says immortal swords can only be light? Look at my Blood Drinking Mad Blade... Mad Sword!"

Ye Feng used the strength of his waist to turn the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword.

Just like the name of this sword, it is like a magical weapon that can destroy the world.

A strong wind blew on the arena, and countless orange-yellow sword energies shot out from the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword, flying in all directions.

Below the ring, the sound of cheering for Qin Keke could be heard continuously.

Very few people cheered for Ye Feng.

Nangong Yan said, "Senior Sister, why do this kid's moves look familiar to me?"

Jin He nodded and felt that it looked familiar.

Yun Shuang'er was still observant and said slowly, "Yesterday...yesterday's battle between Qi Hao and Senior Sister Shangguan. This was Qi Hao's move."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember now. Wow, this guy is learning and applying what he's learned!"

Although Ye Feng's move of sweeping away everything was a little unfamiliar, it seemed to be quite powerful. Judging from the amount and strength of the sword energy that burst out, it was actually not inferior to what Qi Hao had performed yesterday.

You have to know that Qi Hao is at the Guiyuan realm, who does this kid think he is?

Everyone realized that this was the move Qi Hao used against Shangguan Lan yesterday, and Qin Keke on the ring naturally saw it as well.

She raised her eyebrows and wondered, is Ye Feng really an idiot?

Many people saw clearly how Shangguan Lan resolved Qi Hao's move yesterday.

Why would this idiot use this trick on himself?

Qin Keke originally wanted to defeat Ye Feng without drawing out the magic sword, so as to humiliate Ye Feng even more.

Now Qin Keke saw that Ye Feng was like a mad little dinosaur with a strong sword energy, so she didn't dare to be careless anymore.

While retreating, he drew out the magic sword.

A beam of fire wrapped around the body and shot up into the sky.

Ye Feng, who was spinning with the Eight Desolate Sword, immediately missed.

Ye Feng had long guessed that Qin Keke would fly to avoid the giant sword like Qi Hao did yesterday.

But Ye Feng is not Qi Hao.

He saw with his own eyes how Qi Hao failed, so naturally he would not repeat the same mistake.

His body stopped spinning immediately, and the Eight Desolate Sword did not hit the arena's barrier as heavily as Qi Hao's.

Seeing Qin Keke holding a flaming sword in mid-air, Ye Feng suddenly smiled evilly.

He shouted, "Senior Sister Qin, be careful! My little sword is coming again! Ziqing is unsheathed!"