Evil Master and Disciple

Fatty Yulong's Versailles remarks made the elders of the Yunhai Sect and the external representatives sitting next to him roll their eyes.

Fortunately, these people have known Fatty Yulong for hundreds of years and know his personality, so they ignored this guy who loved to show off.

Fatty Yulong felt very bored when he saw that no one paid any attention to him.

He turned to look at Zhou Tianchen, the chief elder of Xuanzhu Peak, and said, "Old Zhou, when I asked you yesterday, you kept it a secret from me. When did you secretly pass the Flowing Crystal Sword to Zhou Pingjing? Did you know that the opponent was my disciple and felt that you couldn't beat him, so you passed it to him?"

Zhou Tianchen snorted, "Yulong, what nonsense are you talking about? Ping Jing is the leader of the younger generation of Xuanzhu Peak. This sword was passed down to him years ago. How could it be passed down only recently?"

"Come on, Liujing is a divine weapon. Junior-Junior Zhou Pingjing is not even forty years old yet, so how can he be qualified to inherit a divine weapon? Just admit it honestly. We have known each other for many years, and I won't laugh at you. Don't worry, I have already told Feng'er this morning that Junior-Junior Zhou will not lose too badly."

"What a coincidence! I also told Jing'er to make sure that Junior-Nephew Ye Feng loses with dignity."

The sound came from the side.

Fatty Yulong turned his head and saw a tall and mighty middle-aged man.

It was Zhou Tianchen’s younger brother, Zhou Pingjing’s father, Zhou Tianyang.

"Tianyang, oh, you're here too! Long time no see!"

"It's not that long. We were chatting an incense stick ago. What, have you forgotten?"

"Um...it seems so. Tianyang, your son is pretty good, but he doesn't look like you at all. Look at you, with your broad shoulders and imposing manner. And then look at your son...haha!"

Even a fool could tell that Fatty Yulong was saying that Zhou Pingjing was too feminine and lacked masculinity, like a palace steward.

Fatty Yulong is a tough guy, and Zhou Tianyang also has a bad temper.

He snorted, "Your daughter doesn't look like you at all."

Fatty Yulong narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, Senior Brother Yulong, don't think too much..."

When Fatty Yulong gets angry, he can be very scary.

Seeing that he was about to lose his temper, Fairy Yuying beside him said, "Junior Brother Zhou, joking is joking, but don't involve the younger generation."

No one seemed to have expected that Fairy Yuying, who always hated Fatty Yulong the most, would actually take the initiative to speak up for Fatty Yulong at this moment.

Zhou Tianchen said, "Junior Sister Yuying is right. Tianyang, please be quiet."

Zhou Tianyang snorted and didn't say anything else.

At this time, the Jade Maiden Sect's Grand Elder, Fairy Meng You, felt a little disappointed when she saw that the two did not quarrel.

She said, "Is this Young Master Ye performing the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art? Why does it look to me like the Heavenly Thunder Talisman?"

The elder of the Xuanzhen Sect, Taoist Sihai, nodded and said, "I think it's very similar, too."

Chaotian Sect's leader, Su Yutian, interjected, "That's not the case. The Heavenly Thunder Talisman is considered a rare item. It's usually used to delay a powerful enemy and save one's life. I've never seen anyone use talismans in combat, let alone the Heavenly Thunder Talisman."

Taoist Sihai said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Su, this scene is the first time we have seen it. Perhaps it is because the Yunhai clan is so powerful and influential that they don't care about these talismans."

Fatty Yulong couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Old Taoist Sihai, what are you talking about? As a Taoist cultivator, don't you know what talismans look like? Was that a Heavenly Thunder Talisman that my disciple cast out? This is our Yunhai Sect's secret true method, the Red Sun Heart Thunder Technique. Although it's a minor technique, it's definitely not something you from the Xuanzhen Sect can understand."

Master Yun Yi remained silent, his gaze fixed on the countless lightning bolts on the No. 7 ring.

He is also a little confused now.

The last time Ye Feng activated thunder and lightning, Master Yun Yi guessed that the blood-refined divine weapon in Ye Feng's hand should be the Purple Lightning and Green Frost, the third of the ten ancient divine swords that had been lost for many years.

The thunder and lightning that Ye Feng activated at that time were certainly not the magic of the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art, but the power of the Purple Lightning and Green Frost.

But the power of thunder and lightning that Ye Feng activated today did not seem to be activated by Purple Lightning and Green Frost.

This made Master Yun Yi fall into deep thought.

I wondered if this was taught by the ancestors in the ancestral hall?

Our ancestors were too partial.

All the good things were passed on to this kid...

Just when Master Yun Yi was suspicious, the Xuankong Divine Monk, who rarely spoke, suddenly said, "Amitabha, the lightning and thunder cast by Mr. Ye is a Confucian magic."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they all looked at the old monk wearing a purple and gold robe.

If someone else had said this, everyone would have laughed out loud.

However, the divine monk Xuankong is by no means an ordinary person. As one of the three great divine monks of Lingtai Temple, he is unfathomable and has a sharp gaze. Not to mention in Buddhism, he is an important figure even in the world of cultivation in the human world.

Old Monk Xuankong usually doesn't speak, but when he does, he is definitely very confident.

Fatty Yulong laughed and said, "Divine Monk Xuankong, I'm not offending you, but my disciple just turned sixteen today. He can't even recognize all the characters. He hasn't left Tianyun Mountain in over a decade. How could he possibly understand Confucianism?"

A faint Buddha light appeared on the withered face of the monk Xuankong.

His eyes were no longer black and white at this moment, but were glowing with a faint golden halo.

Obviously, he now began to see the world through the eyes of a Buddha.

The golden eyes of the Xuankong monk were fixed on the battle taking place above the No. 7 arena below him.

He said slowly, "No, I see these lightning and lightning fortunes entwined, and the aura of righteousness surges. It's not consistent with the lightning spiritual power stimulated by the Taoist Xuanmen, nor is it the same as the source of the spiritual power that Master Ye used last time to stimulate lightning. This is the magical power of Confucianism."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone, including Master Yun Yi, frowned slightly and shifted their gaze to the number seven ring.

Su Yutian of the Chaotian Sect's expression changed, and he said, "Could it be... that this is the legendary Confucian master who writes like a god?"

The Divine Monk Xuankong nodded slowly and said, "Yes, I think so too. Confucianism can write words on paper or other media at will. Each word can form a talisman with mysterious power."

The senior masters outside the hall began to discuss in low voices.

Fatty Yulong and Master Yun Yi did not seem to have any strange expressions, but rather a look of relief after suddenly realizing something.

The two of them unexpectedly glanced at the beautiful and charming woman with long hair falling to the ground who was sitting with Fairy Yunyu and others.

Nine-tailed celestial fox Su Xiaoli.

Ye Feng definitely doesn't understand Confucian magic, and it's even more impossible for him to possess Confucian and Taoist talismans.

But Su Xiaoli, who runs a chain of brothels in the human world, definitely has one.

They have known Su Xiaoli for many years, and of course they know that this old vixen likes to sleep with Confucian scholars the most to absorb the righteous energy in their bodies to nourish herself.

With Su Xiaoli's charm and kung fu...how could a mere Confucian scholar control herself?

There are definitely many Confucian monks who are deeply impressed by Su Xiaoli's kung fu, and after they are done, they give Su Xiaoli some Confucian magic tools or talismans.

Ye Feng knew Su Xiaoli, and was also a good friend of Su Xiaoli's daughter Su Daji.

And Su Xiaoli is a close friend of the ancestor of the ancestral hall.

No matter whether Su Xiaoli gave the Confucian magic tools and talismans on her body to her daughter or to the ancestors in the ancestral hall, with Ye Feng's character, he would definitely be able to trick her into his own hands.

Su Xiaoli felt the furtive glances from Fatty Yulong and Master Yun Yi.

She had lived for ten thousand years, so she naturally understood what these two people were thinking at the moment.

Su Xiaoli's eyes moved, and a faint bitter smile appeared on her fair and handsome face.

She didn't notice anything at first, but after the monk Xuankong reminded her, she naturally knew what was going on.

This kid must have written these talismans himself using the Mountain and River Pen inherited from Yan Rijing's cave.

But she couldn't tell this secret.

He could only hold his nose and take the blame for Ye Feng.

Of course, given the old vixen's character, it's impossible for her to take the blame for Ye Feng for nothing.

She had already decided to borrow Ye Feng's Mountain and River Pen to play with for a while.

Honglu Academy, Zijing Academy, Tianhong Academy, and those self-proclaimed noble scholars in Wenyuan Pavilion in the capital, aren't you all so arrogant?

I don’t believe that even if I take out the Mountain and River Pen, I still can’t subdue you old guys.

Under the ring, in the crowd, the thin old man Zhuge was covering his forehead with his hands, looking speechless.

I knew that this guy had no good intentions when he shamelessly asked me to borrow the Zhongsheng Inkstone last night.

I guess he was planning to write some Confucian talismans for self-defense.

Considering the boy's safety, old man Zhuge agreed to lend him the money, but asked Ye Feng to agree to a small request.

I didn't expect that this guy was even more shameless than I thought.

He actually wrote a thick stack of talismans in one night!

"He left in the late night last night, and he already has so much talisman paper today. Did he stay up all night and copy it overnight?

A Taoist disciple uses a Confucian instrument... It's not his own, so he really doesn't care about using it... Aren't you worried about consuming all the great luck in the Mountain and River Brush and the Inkstone of All Beings?"

Ye Feng used the Mountain and River Brush and the Living Beings Inkstone to write some talisman paper, which was actually nothing. This was already within the expectations of Old Man Zhuge.

But this guy actually squatted on the magic sword in front of everyone, holding a pile of talismans and throwing them down. This was something old man Zhuge never expected.

Do you think you are sitting on a plane and dropping an aerial bomb?

It's a miracle that he could survive in Yunhai Sect for more than half a year despite being so high-profile.

Ye Feng didn't know that his use of talismans in fighting had caused a lot of discussion and had exposed that it was a Confucian magic.

Of course he didn't care.

No matter which sect the disciple belongs to, it is not taboo to practice Confucian magic. What's more, he has already informed the ancestors, and the ancestors will take the blame.

He felt a little tired standing on the magic sword, so he squatted on the purple and green magic sword, constantly searching for the heavenly thunder talisman and throwing it down.

I wrote dozens of Heavenly Thunder Talismans last night.

They were rummaging and throwing things down at the same time, busier than the workers on the Foxconn assembly line.

Zhou Pingjing is now in a dilemma.

Ye Feng said he would use talismans before the fight.

I didn't take it seriously at the time.

At this moment, he was regretting it so much.

God knows how this kid could possess so many valuable Heavenly Thunder Talismans!

It's like it's endless.

Faced with the dense and thick electric snakes surging around him, Zhou Pingjing was completely unable to fight back against Ye Feng. He could only desperately mobilize his true energy to pour into the Liujing Divine Sword.

Even if he condensed two or three thousand air swords, he would not be able to dissolve these electric snakes. He could only desperately urge them to condense a defensive sword circle.

However, the sword circle quickly shattered under the attack of these lightning.

It took a full stick of incense for Ye Feng to send out forty or fifty Heavenly Thunder Talismans.

During this period of time, Zhou Pingjing suffered a lot.

With all his cultivation and the help of the divine artifact Liujing, there was actually no room for him to display his skills.

Always busy dealing with those electric snakes.

Perhaps due to the traditional ideological fear of insufficient firepower, every piece of talisman paper is covered with densely packed words of thunder and lightning.

Even if the attack is not enough, the quantity is sufficient. Each Heavenly Thunder Talisman can activate hundreds of lightning bolts.

There were about fifty Heavenly Thunder Talismans, and five thousand electric snakes exploded out of them.

Although most of the electric snakes missed, at least more than a thousand of them still attacked Zhou Pingjing.

Zhou Ping was helpless and could only activate the protective barrier of the Crystal Sword, forming a crystal-like barrier to resist the electric snakes attacking from all around.

When the lightning disappeared, the crystal barrier also dissipated.

Just as the referee elder predicted, the ring turned into ruins again.

Every time Ye Feng went on stage to compete, he messed up the thunder and lightning. If someone didn't know, they would think he was a staff member of the demolition office.

Now the referee wanted to slap himself a few times. Why did he say such a bad word and say that talismans could be used in the fight?

Ye Feng, who was in mid-air, was still searching for the Heavenly Thunder Talisman when he suddenly noticed that the thunder and lightning below had disappeared.

Zhou Ping, who appeared in shock, was wearing a tattered black robe. His pale skin was pitch black, and his originally meticulously combed hair was now like a chicken coop, emitting a faint black smoke.

Completely different from the handsome young man before!

Ye Feng was happy and stopped looking for the Heavenly Thunder Talisman.

Given Zhou Ping’s current state, how could he fight against himself?

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Purple-Green Divine Sword under his buttocks, holding it suspended in mid-air. With a lewd smile on his face, he said, "Brother Zhou, it's only been a short while. How did you become like this? Are you okay?"

"Ye Feng! Shameless! Your Heavenly Thunder Talisman has finally run out! It's my turn now!"

Zhou Ping screamed in shock, and when he opened his mouth, black smoke came out, making him look extremely miserable and funny.

Ye Feng showed an aggrieved expression and said, "You said before that I could use any talismans I had... Why are you blaming me now?

I see that you are not in a very good condition. Let's fight and exchange skills. There is no need to damage the foundation of your cultivation. I will give you a cup of tea to recover your strength.

Judge Elder, can you let him rest for a while?"

The referee elder under the ring frowned.

Then he said loudly, "There's no rule that prohibits disciples from regulating their breathing before a duel is decided."

"If it's not forbidden, then it's allowed! Brother Zhou, you should calm down first. My Heavenly Thunder Talisman is indeed used up, and I don't want to take advantage of you. Once you have recovered some strength, we can have a good fight."

Zhou Pingjing was now feeling numb and aching all over, with his blood and energy churning. It would indeed take some time to dissolve the electric current in his body and calm his breathing.

He hesitated for a moment. Although it was a bit embarrassing to recover his true energy during a fight, this battle was too important to him, so he had no choice but to sacrifice his reputation.

Then he said, "Okay, wait for me for a moment!"

He has no shame, but he forgot that Ye Feng has never had any shame.

Ye Feng saw that this guy really sat cross-legged on the ground to meditate and regulate his breath.

He rolled his eyes and looked down at the sword in his hand.

Now is a great opportunity for a surprise attack!

As soon as I moved, I saw tens of thousands of eyes staring at me from below.

Moreover, he couldn't be sure how serious Zhou Pingjing's injuries were.

So, Ye Feng looked at the talisman in his hand again, and he already had an idea in his mind.

He pulled out a dozen Heavenly Fire Talismans and stuffed all the other talismans into his arms.

Then he took out the Mountain and River Pen.

Under the surprised and stunned gazes of countless people.

Ye Feng held the giant pen, concentrated his attention, and wrote three words in the air.

"tornado"

After thinking about it, he added the word "super" before the tornado.

The five words "super tornado" condensed in front of Ye Feng and did not disperse, emitting a faint soft white light.

Ye Feng was satisfied now. He felt that the more words there were, the more powerful it would be.

He looked down at the dozen or so Heavenly Fire Talismans in his hand.

He grinned.

"The wind fuels the fire, and the fire fuels the wind! This fire tornado must be very powerful! Don't you have a divine weapon in your hand? Aren't you in the Guiyuan realm? I won't get close!"

"What if this guy dodges... No, just to be safe, I'll write the word 'fix' to freeze him! Perfect..."