Evil Master and Disciple

Sword intent is a kind of law.

In the Yunhai Sect or in the entire world, true masters all cultivate the laws in the end.

Only cultivators below the Heavenly Man realm rely mainly on their supernatural powers when fighting.

Above the realm of heaven and man, all that matters is the understanding of the natural laws of the universe.

Everything in the universe is governed by laws.

Every flower and every blade of grass is a law, every drop of water and every tree is a law.

Weapons are also laws.

Kendo is also one of the three thousand laws of the universe.

But if you want to comprehend the laws, there is a prerequisite, and that is the Guiyuan Realm.

Below the Guiyuan realm, what is activated is the sword energy.

Only when the soul and body return to their origin and become one can one comprehend the natural laws of the universe.

That is the sword intent.

Ye Feng is still struggling in the field of sword energy.

Therefore, when he faced the sword intent contained in the strong wind, he suddenly became a little flustered.

Because he had never seen this thing before.

The surging sword energy filled the entire space on the ring, and the sword energy and wind merged with each other.

This was the first time Ye Feng understood the true meaning of the cold wind as sharp as a knife.

Under the ring, one could clearly feel the magic swords in their hands or on their backs begin to tremble slightly, as if there was a mysterious force attracting these magic swords.

The closer the immortal sword is to the arena and the lower its grade, the more serious the impact will be.

Jin He and Li Xuerong both looked stern.

The two of them knew that Nangong Yan had reached the Guiyuan realm.

Nangong Yan has always wanted to hide his strength, perhaps he would be qualified to break into the top 20 or even top 10 in this round of fighting.

They never thought that in the second round of competition, they would meet Ye Feng, a young boy. Nangong Yan not only exposed his cultivation level of Guiyuan Realm in public, but also activated his most secret sword skill, Wind Sword Intent.

"It's over... it's over... it's completely over!"

Yue Yinling felt the powerful sword intent on the stage, and his face was as pale as death, as if he had lost his parents.

An Nian stroked his chin and looked for a while.

Then he turned to look at Jin He and said, "Jin He, Junior Sister Nangong, did you really go down the mountain to train last time in order to reach the Guiyuan Realm?"

Hearing this, Jin He looked at An Nian and said, "Of course."

An Nian smiled slightly and said no more.

She already understood that Nangong Yan and Sun Qingqing went down the mountain not to strive for the Guiyuan Realm, but to keep the secret that she had already reached the Guiyuan Realm.

If she had stayed on the mountain, she would probably have been noticed.

Nangong Yan wanted to hide his cultivation level so that he could rank as high as possible in the battle.

In front of the main hall, the fat man Yulong, who had been shouting all the time, now sat down on a chair with a somewhat dejected look.

The four old ladies who were betting with him had smiles on their faces.

Fairy Yunyu said, "Brother Yulong, it looks like your great disciple is about to lose. Haha, I'm really looking forward to the scene where you say "I surrender" every time you see us."

Fatty Yulong waved his hands irritably and said, "At worst, I'll just never see you again in my lifetime!"

The women chuckled.

Suddenly, a slightly deep female voice sounded: "Yunyu, Yuying, the four of you should not be careless. Ye Feng may not lose this battle."

When everyone heard this, they turned around to look.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman who looked relatively young, had an extraordinary temperament and good looks.

It turned out to be Fairy Yumian!

Ever since her failure in the fight for the throne, Fairy Yumian has lived in Lotus Peak and seldom goes out.

Although she was invited to accompany the headmaster to watch every inner sect test, she seldom spoke on her own initiative. At most, she would exchange a few words with Yunyu, Yuying and others she was familiar with, and was very low-key.

No one expected that Fairy Yumian would actually speak at this moment.

Even Master Yun Yi looked at her in surprise.

Fatty Yulong was slightly startled and said, "Senior Sister, do you... do you think my disciple Feng'er can win?"

"Junior Brother Ye's cultivation hasn't reached the Guiyuan Realm, nor has he comprehended the principles of sword intent, but the sword in his hand... is not simple."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in shock.

In fact, when Ye Feng fought against Qin Keke in the last match, these senior masters had already become suspicious of the sword in Ye Feng's hand.

However, the rusty sword in Ye Feng's hand had a very simple origin. It was obtained from a sword tomb.

Many people saw it at that time.

Fang Tong and Zhuge Benlei were also present at the scene, so it was absolutely impossible for them to fake it.

Qin Keke's master, Master Yun Cang, nodded and said, "Yu Mian is right. After my disciple lost to Junior-Junior Brother Ye Feng in the last round, I asked her about it. She said that Ye Feng's immortal sword, called Ziqing, may seem rusty, but it is extremely powerful. I heard that Junior-Junior Brother Ye Feng obtained this sword from the Sword Tomb in the back mountain, but I didn't think too much about it. After all, the Sword Tomb has existed for thousands of years, and no particularly powerful immortal swords have appeared there. Unless, Junior-Junior Brother Ye Feng's immortal sword didn't come from the Sword Tomb, but was a peerless divine weapon privately taught to him by Senior Brother Yulong."

Fatty Yulong frowned slightly and said, "I'm talking to you, old bachelor Yuncang. What do you mean? If I were to pass on the immortal sword to Feng'er, would I have to be so secretive? The earth-type immortal sword Feng'er has is of immortal weapon grade. I had the audacity to ask you to forge it. And that rusty sword was indeed something he found from the back mountain a few months ago to practice with."

Everyone thought so too.

Given Fatty Yulong's flamboyant personality, he would flaunt the fact that he had a daughter with a prostitute for several months.

If he really got some peerless divine sword and passed it on to his eldest disciple, wouldn't he hold a grand banquet?

After all, this is not a taboo.

Fairy Yumian suddenly asked, "Sixth Brother, this sword is really not given to Ye Feng by you?"

Fatty Yulong was stunned again.

The other Yunhai Sect elders also looked a little surprised.

They are all old foxes who have lived for hundreds of years. How could they not see that Fairy Yumian seems to care about the origin of the mysterious rusty sword in Ye Feng's hand?

As a result, many people looked at Fairy Yumian intentionally or unintentionally.

Fairy Yumian was indeed very concerned about the origin of the purple-green sword in Ye Feng's hand.

She had always suspected that the reason why the eldest brother suddenly disappeared without a trace more than two hundred years ago was because he was assassinated by the second brother and others.

Although Ye Feng said last time on Lotus Peak that he got this sword from the Sword Tomb.

Fairy Yumian really believed what Ye Feng said.

After all, Ye Feng, a young disciple, was not that cunning. Yu Long would not tell Ye Feng about the grievances of the older generation.

However, Fairy Yumian still found it hard to believe that the disappearance of the eldest senior brother had nothing to do with Yulong and Yunyi.

So I wanted to take this sword to test it out.

Fatty Yulong frowned and said, "Senior Sister, what do you mean? I don't quite understand. Is there something wrong with the sword in Feng'er's hand?"

She looked at Yulong and said slowly, "I have seen the sword in Ye Feng's hand before."

"Um... Have you seen Senior Sister? Where?"

"That sword was found by Senior Brother Fuyou in a ruined immortal abode while traveling through the wilderness. Not many people have seen it, and I happened to have seen it once.

Over two hundred years ago, Senior Brother Fuyou mysteriously disappeared, and this sword was never heard from again. Unexpectedly, many years later, it reappeared in the hands of Junior Brother Ye Feng.

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the elders of Yunhai Sect froze.

There was a gleam of light in Yun Yi's eyes.

Many of those who participated in the Snowy Night Massacre were now watching the battle outside the hall.

Including fairies such as Yuying and Yunyu.

Their performances were very unnatural.

No one expected that the rusty sword in Ye Feng's hand was actually the property of the eldest senior brother of Yunhai Sect.

What was even more unexpected was that Fairy Yumian would mention Ye Fuyou in public!

Fatty Yulong slowly stood up.

He looked at Fairy Yumian in astonishment and said, "Senior Sister, are you...are you telling the truth? I've personally examined Feng'er's sword. It's at most an ordinary treasure. How could it be...that Senior Brother obtained it in the Ancient Immortal Palace? Did you see it wrongly?"

Fairy Yumian stared at Yulong closely, and she tried to judge whether Yulong was lying by the subtle changes in his eyes.

She said slowly, "Senior Brother Fuyou once wanted to give me that sword. I've personally examined it. The guard is a very unique shape, a hollow sphere with a mysterious secret. When it's swung, it makes a low sound, and when activated, it emits a cyan glow. There's no mistaking it."

Fatty Yulong looked a little dazed.

That’s right, the magic sword in Ye Feng’s hand was exactly the same as what Fairy Yumian said.

Fairy Yumian stared at the changing expressions of Fatty Yulong.

She could see that Fatty Yulong was really surprised.

It was impossible to fake this kind of surprise.

Obviously, Fatty Yulong also just found out about this.

Fairy Yumian sighed and said, "It seems that Senior Brother Fuyou placed this sword in the sword tomb back then. I didn't expect that after more than two hundred years, this sword would be obtained by a later disciple of the Yunhai Sect."

Fatty Yulong seemed to have thought of something.

Something moved in his heart.

I thought to myself, "How many things are you hiding from me, you little brat?"

Master Yun Yi, who was whispering with Fairy Meng You and others, also had complicated feelings at the moment.

Although he was also surprised that the magic sword in Ye Feng's hand was actually the one obtained by his senior brother in the past.

But on second thought, it seems reasonable.

In the past few years, Ye Feng was punished and imprisoned in the stone prison of the Discipline Institute several times.

Ye Feng got this sword probably with the guidance of his senior brother.

However, Master Yun Yi is not sure now whether the eldest senior brother said anything he shouldn't have said to Ye Feng before his death.

Judging from several conversations with Ye Feng in the back mountain, Ye Feng seemed unaware that the person imprisoned in the stone prison was his master uncle.

At this time, Fatty Yulong said, "Senior Sister, is this sword very powerful? Why didn't I detect it?"

"It's perfectly normal that you haven't discovered it. Otherwise, this sword wouldn't have been stuck in the sword tomb for over two hundred years without being removed."

"Senior Sister, what you mean is..."

"That's a blood-refined divine weapon."

"what?!"

"what?"

"Blood-refined divine weapon!"

There were constant exclamations.

The grades of magic weapons from low to high are magic weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, and divine weapons.

In addition to these five types, there are also some magical weapons with extraordinary spiritual power and powerful spirits. They are difficult to refine and need to be fused with blood.

This type of magic weapon is a blood-refined magic weapon.

A blood contract is signed with the magic weapon with blood. Once the magic weapon recognizes it, the owner can control the magic weapon at will, as flexible as an extended arm.

The spiritual power of this kind of magic weapon often exceeds that of high-grade artifacts. It is extremely powerful, but also very rare.

There are not many blood-refined divine weapons in the entire Yunhai Sect.

Looking at the blood-refined magic weapons of all the sects in the world, the total number may not exceed one hundred.

So when everyone heard Fairy Yumian say that the sword in Ye Feng's hand was actually a blood-refined magic weapon, they were all shocked.

Not only the elders of Yunhai Sect were surprised, but also the external representatives who came to watch the ceremony and some senior independent cultivators were astonished.

Even for an ancient and large sect like the Yunhai Sect, if it has one more blood-refined magic weapon, it can improve the sect's own strength, and it will be long-lasting. People will die, but magic weapons will not, and magic weapons can be passed down from generation to generation.

The Yunhai Sect has gained another peerless magic weapon, which is not a good thing for the Xuanzhen Sect, which has always been at odds with the Yunhai Sect.

The Taoist Sihai of the Xuanzhen Sect said hoarsely, "Blood-refined divine weapons? No way! Blood-refined divine weapons are extremely rare. How could they appear on a young disciple who hasn't even reached the Guiyuan realm?"

Master Yun Yi smiled and said, "Our sect's sword tomb has existed for four thousand years. Today, there are over a hundred thousand immortal swords hidden in the sword tomb, many of which are ancient divine weapons left by our ancestors. It is not surprising to see one or two peerless divine swords appear. Come, let's continue to watch the battle."

The eyes of all the elders and seniors were now focused on the No. 9 Taiyin Arena.

They all wanted to see with their own eyes whether the blood-refined divine weapon was as powerful as the legend said.

Fatty Yulong withdrew his gaze from Fairy Yumian and looked towards the number nine ring.

But his expression at the moment was quite complicated, and he secretly glanced at Senior Brother Yun Yi who had a calm expression.

He suddenly felt like he was a big monkey.

The second senior brother, whom Fatty Yulong once respected extremely, now seemed to have become a little scary in Fatty Yulong's heart.

This second brother has not asked about anything for many years.

But he seems to know everything.

Including the little tricks he did more than two hundred years ago.

Fatty Yulong became more and more suspicious, thinking that the head master might have known Ye Feng's life experience for a long time.