Evil Master and Disciple

Xingluo Peak, back mountain, sword tomb.

Ye Feng, who was hanging on the steep cliff, heard the old man say that he had left a magic sword in the sword tomb, which was very suitable for him. Ye Feng immediately became excited.

He didn't bother to ask why the old man's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

He immediately asked, "Senior, is the sword you left behind very powerful?"

"Well, I found it in a ruined immortal palace when I was traveling in the wilderness. It's a divine sword of divine weapon grade. After returning to Xingluo Peak, I inserted it into the sword tomb."

"Artifact grade?"

Ye Feng's eyes suddenly lit up and his heart was pounding.

But the next moment, he was like an eggplant hit by frost.

"It's over! What you left behind over two hundred years ago is a divine weapon. I'm sure it will be taken away by your disciples the next day..."

"That's not necessarily true. That sword is very special, and the disciples who come to the Sword Tomb to look for it are mostly outer disciples who have just reached the Flying Sky Realm. These little guys may not be able to see the specialness of the sword."

The old man's words rekindled Ye Feng's lost heart. He quickly asked the old man where he had hidden the magic sword.

The old man was silent for a long time, as if thinking about something.

After all, two hundred years have passed, and he has been imprisoned for all these years, so many of his memories are blurred.

After a while, he said, "It's about a hundred feet away from the Sword Viewing Cliff. I remember there was a rock protruding from the area where I left the sword. Only two hundred years have passed, so the rock should still be there."

Following the old man's instructions, Ye Feng looked up at the cliff, identified the direction, and began to climb up.

One hundred zhang, more than three hundred meters.

If it were in his previous life, Ye Feng would definitely not be able to climb up.

Now he has reached the realm of flying in the air. Not only is his body light, but he is also as strong as an ox.

Grabbing the thick vines hanging from above, he climbed up quickly.

He soon surpassed several outer disciples who were struggling to find a suitable magic sword.

About an incense stick later, Ye Feng had climbed hundreds of feet. He kept switching between several vines and indeed found a rock protruding from the rock wall.

"Buddha bless you! Don't let anyone else take it away!"

He prayed silently in his heart.

I followed the vines and came to the rock.

The rock wasn't big, only protruding about forty centimeters, just enough for a person to stand on it.

There were six or seven magical swords stuck near the rocks.

Ye Feng pulled out the magic swords one by one.

He pulled out one and asked the old man if it was this one.

The old man answered no to both questions.

The last immortal sword was pulled out near the rock. This sword was very strange. It was heavier than ordinary immortal swords. The hilt was not made of wood, but a twisted thick iron bar.

The hand guards are also weird.

The guard refers to the part extending to the left and right between the sword body and the hilt, also known as the sword guard.

The main function is to prevent the opponent's sword from sliding down along the body of your sword and injuring yourself.

Generally, the sword guards of immortal swords extend to the left and right, and for the sake of beauty, most of them are symmetrical.

But the sword in his hand, the hilt and the sword guard connecting the hilt to the blade, is a hollow sphere, and there seems to be something inside the sphere.

The sword is covered with rust.

No, it's almost rusted into ashes.

Not to mention fighting with others, he would probably die after shaking a few times.

Ye Feng took a look at it with a look of disgust, and was about to put the broken sword back in.

Suddenly, the old man's voice rang in his mind: "This is it."

"What?!"

Ye Feng thought he had heard wrongly.

The old man said, "This is the divine sword I brought out from that ancient immortal palace. I never thought it would still be stuck here after more than two hundred years. It seems that the disciples of the Yunhai Sect are getting weaker with each generation. Such a divine weapon has never been taken away by anyone."

"Old senior, I'm not trying to hit you, but are you sure it's this one?" Ye Feng muttered in his heart.

"of course."

After receiving the old man's affirmative answer, Ye Feng urged a wisp of true spiritual power into the rusty sword in his hand.

no response!

Even the lowest-level magical sword can emit a faint glow as long as spiritual power enters it.

This sword looks like an ordinary iron sword.

This sword must have been pulled out countless times by the disciples who came to look for it, but after inputting spiritual power into it, the sword didn't even make a sound.

No wonder no one has taken it away for more than two hundred years.

Even if you are a fool, there is no way you would choose this sword.

Ye Feng asked again, "Senior, are you sure this rusty, broken sword without any spiritual energy fluctuations is the divine weapon you left behind?"

"What good would it do me to lie to you? This sword is a divine weapon, how can it be compared to other immortal swords? If you don't believe me, put this sword back and choose another one."

Ye Feng's eyes rolled around a few times, and he felt that what the old man said made sense.

So far, the old man has indeed been helping me, so there is no reason for him to fool me on this matter.

There is a saying that goes, words that you can’t understand are good words.

By analogy, a sword without fluctuations in spiritual power must be a good sword!

Now that he had found the immortal sword, Ye Feng naturally lost interest in the sword tomb.

He tied the rusty sword to his back and slid down quickly along the vine.

Ten minutes later, he landed on the cliff.

Fang Tong and Zhuge Benlei were molesting a little girl who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The fat guy insisted on reading the little girl's palm, and the thin guy was even more disgusting, as he wanted to use the full body bone-touching technique on the little girl.

The little girl knew the bad reputation of the Fat and Thin Monk. She was just an outer disciple who did menial work and didn't even have a proper master. She was angry but dared not say anything. She was so anxious that she almost cried.

Just at this moment Ye Feng landed on the cliff.

Seeing the two extending their claws towards Cang Yun's flowers, he shouted, "What are you two doing?"

Fang Tong was overjoyed and said, "Boss, you found the right sword so quickly? This junior sister is also looking for a sword. We were just about to help her with fortune-telling and bone diagnosis. Come on, you're the boss, you go first!"

Ye Feng walked forward.

The little girl in yellow saw a man who was even more ruthless. He was the notorious Ye Feng from the Yunhai Sect, nicknamed the Bully.

She was so frightened that her face turned pale.

I thought I would be killed by these three people today.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly raised his leg and kicked the fat and thin monks.

The two were caught off guard and were kicked hard on their buttocks, falling flat on their faces.

"Boss! Why did you kick me?"

"Do you want to eat alone?!"

"You two bastards, scum, villains, shameless people! We are righteous heroes! How could you do such a vile and filthy thing!"

The fat and thin monks were dumbfounded.

This... is this Boss Ye Feng's words?

Whenever he sees a little girl, even if she is a 200-pound fat girl, he will not let her go.

what is it today?

How did he suddenly play the role of a chivalrous young man?

Ye Feng ignored the confused duo and looked at the shivering girl in yellow.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Although she is only thirteen or fourteen years old and has not yet grown up, her facial features are very delicate and she is definitely a beauty.

Give her another three years and she will definitely grow into a little beauty.

He immediately shook his head and cursed inwardly. He was determined to be a swordsman who was useful to the world. How could he have such a dirty idea?

It must be the original owner’s dirty thoughts at work!

He calmed himself down and put on the noble appearance of a gentleman.

He said to the girl, "Junior sister, are you okay?"

The girl shook her head and said timidly, "No...it's okay. Thank you...thank you, Senior Brother Ye."

Ye Feng was amused and said, "I didn't expect you to recognize me! Are you also here to look for the sword in the sword tomb?"

The girl hummed.

Ye Feng said, "Then go find your sword quickly. Don't bother with Fang Tong and Zhuge Benlei anymore. They are not good people."

The girl looked at Ye Feng in surprise.

I haven't seen him for over a month. How come Ye Feng has suddenly become different? He seems not as bad as before!

However, Ye Feng's reputation was indeed notorious, so she quickly turned around and ran towards the bluestone path, as if she was worried that if she ran a little slower, she would be taken turns by these three people on the spot.

"Alas, alas... aren't you looking for the sword? That's the way back to the front mountain... Little girl, what's your name? Let's meet in three years..."

When the little girl heard the sound behind her, she not only did not stop, but ran even faster!

The fat and thin monks stood up while rubbing their buttocks.

Zhuge Benlei said depressedly, "Boss, such a beauty is rare. Why did you let her go? I didn't even touch her hand!"

Ye Feng turned and looked at the two of them.

He really couldn't understand how the Yunhai Sect, the leader of the righteous immortal sect, could have these two black sheep...

Ye Feng said angrily, "I say, can you two do something serious? Even if you want to molest a girl, find an adult. This girl is only ten years old, how could you have the guts to do that to her!"

Fang Tongdao said, "Those older sisters have higher cultivation levels than us. How can we start? We should look for the younger female outer disciples. We shouldn't provoke those sisters unless it's absolutely necessary. But that was the ultimate strategy you laid out for us!"

Zhuge Benlei said, "That's right. You think everyone is as bold as you, Boss? You even dare to tease Senior Sister Yun Shuang'er. We still want to live a few more years."

Ye Feng grinned and said, "That's... bullshit. Listen up, you two. If you want to follow me, you have to follow my rules. Don't do this kind of thing again. Isn't it embarrassing? Even my master knows that rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows. If you want women, you can go down the mountain and spend money to visit brothels. You two don't even understand the principle of paying for prostitution?"

The fat and thin monks looked at each other in bewilderment.

That’s right, the boss is back.

It tastes like this.

The two of them burst into laughter.

Fang Tongdao said, "Boss, you have also reached the realm of flying. Can you take us down the mountain and rescue those young ladies who have fallen into prostitution?"

Ye Feng covered his forehead with his hands.

He knew that he couldn't blame the fat and thin monk for wanting to sleep with a woman.

He had been young in his previous life and knew that it was hormones at work.

Boys of this age have overflowing hormones. They wake up every morning with an erection and occasionally have erotic dreams at night. It is normal for them to want to sleep with women.

On second thought, I felt something was wrong.

My fat master is over 380 years old, but he still goes to the brothel at the foot of the mountain all day long?

Could it be that an old man of his age has such strong hormones?

"No, we young people are just driven by hormones, but the fat master is a pure old pervert..."

This is the conclusion Ye Feng finally came to.