Evil Master and Disciple

The people from Fenglingju had a simple breakfast.

Fatty Yulong, Huang Ling'er, and Xiaoman went to the square on the top of the mountain.

Ye Feng didn't go today. He told his master that he planned to go to the back mountain to practice.

I have advanced to the next round. There are still a few days left, which I cannot waste. Maybe I can learn a few more skills and abilities.

Fatty Yulong thought that this kid was going to steal his ancestor's unique skills, and he praised Ye Feng's shameless and studious behavior.

The fat man misunderstood. Ye Feng was indeed going to the back mountain, but it was the back mountain of the back mountain, Luoxia Peak.

After the sun was high in the sky, Ye Feng flew towards Luoxia Peak on his sword.

This is Yun Shuang'er's secret base, and few people come here on weekdays.

Yun Shuang'er must be watching the magic competition in the square on the top of the mountain now, so Ye Feng chose this quiet place to practice the methods his ancestor taught him yesterday, such as stimulating the fatal points and increasing lightning.

He spoke lightly to the old ancestor yesterday, saying that he was just a young disciple and would not encounter a strong man above the Divine Silence Realm who wanted to take his life.

In fact, Ye Feng was very panicked inside.

I always feel that the group of people headed by the eldest brother will do something bad to me.

The ancestor said that as long as he reached the Guiyuan realm, he should be able to activate the power of thunder and lightning contained in the purple lightning and green frost.

Now his cultivation level is still some distance away from the Guiyuan realm.

Before he reaches the Guiyuan realm, he must learn a powerful skill to protect himself.

Even if this skill involves certain risks, he must learn it.

Ye Feng needed to practice quietly today, so he handed Sanzhier to Huang Linger and Xiaoman.

This brought a rare silence to his ears.

In the abandoned square of Luoxia Peak, he found a flat place and sat cross-legged, letting the sun shine completely on him.

As the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art was activated, he felt warm inside his body, as if a flame was slowly burning.

Countless tiny electric currents flow slowly on the surface of the body.

This feeling is very magical.

Soon, when the sun moved above his head, Ye Feng began to follow the method taught by his ancestor yesterday. He held the hilt of the rusty purple-green sword with his right hand, and suddenly made a move with his left hand as fast as lightning. He quickly tapped several acupuncture points near his heart, sealing them.

This is an insurance measure.

The power of the soul stimulates the vital points of the body, and if not handled properly, the body will suffer huge backlash.

Therefore, before activating this move, you must seal the acupuncture points and meridians around the acupuncture points to be stimulated, so as to prevent the backlash force from spreading throughout the body.

After sealing the acupoints, Ye Feng began to mobilize the power of his soul to slowly infiltrate the Tanzhong acupoint.

As the power of the soul continued to increase, a feeling of soreness and numbness suddenly appeared in the Dan Zhong point.

Ye Feng endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth, and the power of his soul seemed to turn into an invisible sharp blade, suddenly hitting the Danzhong point.

A very powerful pure yang energy was immediately stimulated to burst out from the Danzhong point, and a burning pain came over him instantly.

Ye Feng not only had to endure severe pain, but also felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and it seemed that even breathing was very difficult.

The reason why we need to use the power of the soul to stimulate the acupoints is because the two are opposite to each other.

These fatal points are all Yang points in the body, and they can only be stimulated by using the power of the soul with Yin and cold attributes.

He groaned, and immediately activated the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art, mobilizing the pure yang power of the Dan Zhong point, condensing it into a powerful thunder and lightning force, and pouring it into the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

In an instant, Ye Feng felt that the vast and powerful power of thunder and lightning in the magic sword was somewhat unstable.

However, he did not break through the mysterious barrier within the sword. The immense power of thunder and lightning, like an endless sea of ​​thunder and lightning, remained trapped within the barrier.

Ye Feng immediately withdrew his spiritual power.

The burning pain from the Dan Zhong point immediately subsided.

"Whoosh..."

Ye Feng covered his chest and breathed heavily, his forehead covered with sweat.

“When the spirit stimulates the fatal point, it can indeed produce powerful lightning or something like that in an instant.

However, facing the mysterious barrier in the Purple and Green Sword, it was still useless.

It seems that stimulating only one acupoint is not enough, I have to stimulate several acupoints at the same time..."

Ye Feng felt very depressed.

It is a rare blood-refined divine weapon. Why would someone set up a barrier inside the sword to confine the power of thunder and lightning contained within?

The person who cast the barrier inside the Purple and Green Divine Sword is definitely a mentally twisted pervert. He just doesn't want the sword to fall into the hands of others after his death!

In fact, Ye Feng was wrong. The seal inside the Purple Lightning and Blue Frost that suppressed the power of thunder and lightning was not set by later generations, but was set in ancient times during the refining process of this sword.

It is not to embarrass future generations, but to protect them.

The power of thunder and lightning belongs to the power of God.

This power is violent, powerful and difficult to control.

It is very difficult for mortals to control the power of thunder and lightning.

The Yunhai Sect's true art of attracting thunder is not something that ordinary disciples can perform. Even the strong ones at the elder level do not dare to activate this move at will.

If there was no mysterious power inside the Purple and Green Divine Sword that firmly trapped the power of thunder and lightning, Ye Feng would have been electrified by the violent thunder and lightning long ago.

Only cultivators who have reached the Guiyuan realm and become strong enough can control this power.

In order to protect the monks who would obtain this sword in the future, the ancient mighty who refined this sword added this layer of insurance inside the sword and set this threshold.

After cursing for a while, Ye Feng devoted himself to cultivation again.

Since stimulating one acupoint doesn't work, stimulate two.

If two places don’t work, try three.

Ye Feng was determined to master the method of activating the Purple-Green Divine Sword in the shortest possible time.

Mountain top, square.

Huang Ling'er, Xiao Man, Xiao Su Daji, and the three tyrants wandered around the arenas all morning.

At noon, they met the group of female disciples including Yun Yu at the No. 1 Kunwei Arena.

In the past two days, they have watched several fights together and have become quite familiar with each other.

The two teams gathered together, and after a brief greeting, Nangong Yan looked left and right.

Suspiciously asked: "Ling'er, where is your senior brother?"

Huang Ling'er said: "Senior Brother didn't come today."

The girls were surprised.

Li Xuerong asked, "Though Junior Brother Ye Feng spat out blood at the end of his fight with Qin Keke yesterday, his breathing was just disordered and he wasn't injured. Could it be that he got hurt in the subsequent brawl on the ring?"

Huang Ling'er shook her head and said, "Big Brother is not injured, he is alive and well, nothing is wrong at all."

"Then why didn't he come to watch the fight today?"

"Big Brother is going to the back mountain to practice...that's why he didn't come."

When the women heard this, they all looked shocked as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Nangong Yan said, "Did I hear correctly? Ye Feng said he was going to the back mountain to practice? The square is so lively, and he actually went to practice in seclusion? Is this his line?"

As we all know, Ye Feng is not only playful, but also lazy.

He doesn't like to practice cultivation on weekdays, so how could he go to practice during the Inner Sect Competition, a grand event that only happens once every sixty years?

Huang Ling'er defended her senior brother, "Senior Brother is very motivated now! I heard Daddy praising him this morning."

Naturally, everyone didn't believe it.

Everyone's imaginations were opened up as they began to discuss Ye Feng, the junior brother who had just reached adulthood.

Nangong Yan said to Yi Xiaofu, "Senior Sister Xiaofu, do you think that brat Ye Feng is having a secret meeting with Shangguan?"

Yi Xiaofu and Mei Xuehan beside her both froze in expression, and some of the female disciples of Yunyuju behind them also looked a little unnatural.

That’s right, this is something Ye Feng can do.

Shangguan Lan was seriously injured on the first day of the battle. He has been recuperating in Yunyu Residence for the past two days to prepare for the next battle.

Two disciples were left behind to take care of her yesterday.

Shangguan Lan has recovered most of her strength today. All the female disciples of Yunyu Ju have gone to the square to watch the fight. Now Shangguan Lan is the only one left in Yunyu Ju.

Everyone knows Ye Feng's character. How can he miss such a great opportunity?

Many people nodded silently.

Yue Yinling laughed and said, "Hahaha, the little beauty that Uncle Yunyu has raised for over twenty years has been ruined by Ye Feng!"

Xiao Fu, what will these two do when they are alone and have such a passionate relationship?

Yi Xiaofu said, "Junior Sister Shangguan is not that kind of person."

"Shangguan isn't, but Ye Feng is! Have you forgotten his nickname in Yunhai Sect? Bully of men and women..."

All the girls smiled and nodded.

Yi Xiaofu shook her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense. You can't spread this kind of thing."

After saying that, he turned to Xu Yangliu and whispered, "Yangliu, go back and take a look. Be gentle and don't disturb the little sister."

Xu Yangliu nodded immediately.

Although Yi Xiaofu appeared calm on the surface, she was actually very worried about what these two guys might do.

Everyone couldn't help but chuckle when they saw her let Xu Yangliu go back.

Only Yun Shuang'er had a blank expression.

The fight on the ring in front of them has ended, and everyone went to the ring number 8 next door.

Yun Shuang'er did not follow.

She came to the edge of the square and flew towards the back mountain.

At the top of Luoxia Peak, there is an abandoned martial arts square.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged, holding Ziqing, gritting his teeth, sweating profusely, and his hair stood up because of the electric current, and seemed to be emitting a faint black smoke.

Electric snakes as thick as chopsticks flowed down his arms and madly rushed into the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

This time, Ye Feng simultaneously stimulated the three acupoints of Tanzhong, Weilu and Zhangmen.

The powerful pure yang force made his whole body seem to be burning.

The condensed power of thunder and lightning is also several times stronger than before.

When Ye Feng was about to give up, he suddenly felt a crack appear in the barrier inside the magic sword.

Before Ye Feng could rejoice, a vast and terrifying aura came from inside the magic sword.

Although it was thunder and lightning, Ye Feng could feel the biting cold.

Immediately afterwards, the pure yang power that was torturing his body quickly weakened and was quickly absorbed by the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

As long as the power of thunder and lightning in the purple-green sword is activated, Ye Feng will no longer be in danger.

He opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and looked down at Ziqing in his hand.

At this moment, strands of electric arcs appeared on the blade of the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

Instead, the electric current in his body disappeared.

At this moment, Ye Feng felt like he had become Shi Jian, the Lightning King who was invincible under the gods and above them all.

Ye Feng looked at the rusty sword in his hand, feeling the vast and powerful force inside the sword that seemed to be able to destroy everything.

"This... is this the power of thunder and lightning that only gods can control?"

Ye Feng activated the true energy in his body and slashed out with a sword.

Suddenly, a thick electric python was released from the rusty sword.

The electric python hit a huge moss-covered rock.

With a loud bang, the rock shattered into pieces.

Ye Feng's eyes widened!

He looked down at the purple-green sword in his hand again.

"The Purple Lightning Blue Frost, ranked third among the ten ancient divine swords! It truly lives up to its reputation!"

Ye Feng's body spun upwards, constantly waving the purple-green sword.

Electric snakes surged madly, and the entire top of Luoxia Peak was almost entangled in lightning.

The old man guarding the ancestral temple holding a broom looked up at Luoxia Peak.

Seeing the dense lightning surging and flashing, he muttered, "This kid is really brave. He actually ran to Luoxia Peak to practice alone."

"Why did you teach him this trick?"

A female voice sounded.

The next moment, a young woman appeared behind the old man. She was dressed in green, had a pretty face, and a somewhat resentful look in her eyes.

It was none other than the Mozhu Fairy, the woman in the spiritual painting.

The old man guarding the temple glanced at Mo Zhu and said, "He has many secrets, each of which is enough to bring him fatal disaster. This trick may be able to save his life."

Fairy Mozhu did not respond. She also looked up at the top of Luoxia Peak, which was shrouded in lightning.

There seemed to be a flicker of fear that was difficult to conceal in the originally resentful eyes.

She is a ghost, a soul.

What he feared most was the pure yang and extremely strong thunder and lightning.

Although the distance was far, Fairy Mozhu still instinctively felt fear.

After a moment, she said, "His cultivation is not high. If he forcibly activates the pure Yang power in his fatal acupoint, I'm afraid he may not be able to withstand the backlash. Why don't you go and save him?"

The old man guarding the temple shook his head and said, "Purple Lightning and Blue Frost can minimize the backlash. His life will not be in danger. Besides, someone has already gone there."

At this moment, a ray of white light flew from the direction of Xingluo Peak. Its target was very clear, it was the top of Luoxia Peak.

Fairy Mozhu also saw the ray of light rapidly approaching Luoxia Peak and said, "It's her!"

Yun Shuang'er felt something was wrong when she was still some distance away from Luoxia Peak.

When he got closer, he found that the place where he used to practice sword was now surrounded by hundreds of lightning bolts.

Just when Yun Shuang'er was wondering, the thunder and lightning suddenly became very chaotic.

The next moment, Yun Shuang'er saw that there seemed to be a person on the top of the mountain, running away with his head in his hands, trying to avoid the lightning.

When Yun Shuang'er flew to the top of Xingluo Peak, only a dozen of the hundreds of electric snakes were left.

These electric snakes hit various places on the top of the mountain aimlessly.

At this moment, the top of the mountain was in a mess.

A man with torn clothes and smoking all over his body, holding a magical sword that was flashing with electric light in his hand, was crying out in pain.

After all the electric snakes disappeared, he fell straight back and landed heavily on the ground.

The fall was so powerful that the clothes on his body were completely shattered and fell off.

When the wind blows, it turns into ashes and scatters everywhere.

But it was strange that after being struck dozens of times, his clothes had turned to ashes, but his hair was surprisingly intact.

"Ye...Ye Feng?"

Yun Shuang'er didn't recognize the pitch-black, smoking man, but she recognized the rusty, broken sword.

That’s right, it’s Ye Feng’s magic sword.

Yun Shuang'er immediately flew down from above.

Ye Feng was not dead. He was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, staring at the sky with wide eyes. With every breath he took, he exhaled a wisp of black smoke.

But now the boy's clothes have almost turned to ashes, even his shorts are gone, and he is naked.

The situation was very awkward for a while.