Evil Master and Disciple

Square, Arena No. 7.

Ye Feng did not launch a sneak attack, not because he didn't want to, but because he still had to save face.

Tens of thousands of eyes were staring at him. If he were to sneak attack Zhou Pingjing who was meditating and regulating his breathing, he would be doomed.

It is not limited to the Yunhai Sect, but also includes the human world.

There are so many external disciples here, why don’t you spread your despicable behavior to the world?

Zhou Pingjing was naturally also on guard against Ye Feng. He was a very cautious person. Even though he knew that it was very unlikely that Ye Feng would launch a sneak attack in front of so many people, he was still on guard.

Only a few minutes passed. Zhou Pingjing dissolved the remaining electric current in his body and calmed the turbulent blood and qi in his body. Then he immediately opened his eyes and ended his breathing regulation.

When he looked up, he saw Ye Feng hanging in the air.

Ye Feng held a sword in his right hand, a few pieces of white paper in his left hand, and a huge brush was inserted at his waist.

It seems like he is going to take a shit.

The strangest thing was that there were several glowing words floating in front of Ye Feng.

Each word is as big as a bucket and emits soft light, which is very magical.

Ye Feng yawned and said, "Brother Zhou, have you finished regulating your breathing? Let's not waste any more time, let's get started!"

Zhou Ping said in shock, "Although you gave me some time to recuperate, I will definitely not show mercy to you."

"Don't show any mercy. This fight isn't just about who makes it to the top 100, it's about the bet between us."

"That's absolutely right! Look at the sword!"

Zhou Ping was shocked when he saw the pitch-black darkness. His body, covered in black smoke, rose from the ground. He swung his magic sword and countless transparent sword energies shot towards Ye Feng in the air.

Now he felt that he could finally compete head-on with Ye Feng.

I felt so depressed during the previous half incense stick of time.

When Ye Feng saw the dense sword energy coming at him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

With a backhanded strike of the sword, a dark green light suddenly bloomed on the rusty blade of the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

Wherever the light passed, the sword energy dissipated.

Then, Ye Feng threw out more than ten Sky Fire Talismans in his hand.

More than a dozen explosions sounded almost simultaneously, and suddenly more than a dozen huge fireballs appeared in the sky and exploded.

Zhou Ping, who was flying upwards, was startled and was immediately pressed down by the endless flames that suddenly appeared.

Zhou Pingjing suddenly found it funny.

This kid has used up his Heavenly Thunder Talisman and is now using the Heavenly Fire Talisman to attack me?

At the beginning of the fight, I told Ye Feng that my Liujing Divine Sword was of the water element and was specifically designed to counter fire. Could it be that this kid had forgotten it?

Zhou Ping was shocked by the impact of the raging flames and fell on the ring again.

Just as he was about to fight back, suddenly, Ye Feng, who was above the flames, screamed.

"Oh my god! It's so hot! I'm turning into a roast suckling pig!"

He quickly raised his brush and touched the five words "Super Tornado" in front of him.

The five glowing characters suddenly seemed to come alive and fell rapidly.

When entering the sea of ​​fire below, the endless flames suddenly changed.

It's the wind!

Suddenly, a tornado of fire rolled up from the boiling sea of ​​fire.

The fire dragon expanded rapidly.

Soon it connected to the ring below.

This scene is somewhat similar to the tornado column that Nangong Yan had activated.

The difference is that the tornado column driven by Nangong Yan contained countless shining sword energies.

The tornado column that Ye Feng activated with just a few words was a column of flaming wind.

The scorching heat wave made the disciples watching around the ring frown.

Only old man Zhuge covered his face, looking as if he couldn't bear to look at it.

"You idiot! Why don't you just use the Mountain and River Brush to write the three words 'Fire Tornado'? You're adding super tornado and a Skyfire Talisman. It's superfluous and a waste of spiritual luck!"

The old man cursed Ye Feng in his heart, calling him a prodigal son.

Actually, it’s not Ye Feng’s fault.

He looked at the Sky Fire Talisman in his hand, and only thought of the fire taking advantage of the wind, and the wind helping the fire. He thought that if the fire and the tornado were combined, the power would be very great.

I didn't expect that I could actually write a fire tornado directly with the Mountain and River Pen.

Seeing the raging fire tornado coming, Zhou Ping's face darkened slightly in shock.

He had been struck to pieces by the lightning array before, and his true energy was greatly consumed.

Although he had recovered his breath for a while, his fighting power had been greatly reduced.

If he mobilized a large amount of true energy to fight against this fire tornado, he was afraid that his physical condition would worsen.

Soon, he keenly noticed that the fire tornado did not seem to be under Ye Feng's control.

"Another talisman..."

After understanding this, Zhou Ping was overjoyed.

As long as he hides on the ring for a moment, the power of the fire tornado will slowly dissipate.

He soared into the air, ready to fly along the edge of the fire tornado and attack Ye Feng in the sky.

When Ye Feng saw Feiqi, his eyes fixed, and when he saw the right moment, he instantly pointed the Mountain and River Pen at the word "Ding".

The word Ding flew down at lightning speed and shot towards Zhou Pingjing.

Zhou Ping was shocked when he saw this and immediately swung his sword.

But it missed the target. The flying word seemed to have no attack power at all.

The moment the sword tip touched the word "Ding", the glowing word quickly expanded and covered Zhou Pingjing's body.

The next moment, the words disappeared, and Zhou Ping's body froze in mid-air, and he fell involuntarily onto the stage.

Zhou Pingjing was shocked!

At that moment just now, he felt a mysterious force sealing the energy in his body, and he lost control of his body.

Zhou Pingjing immediately realized that this was a fucking immobilization technique.

The true energy in his body instantly surged, breaking through the blockade of the mysterious power.

Although it only took less than three breaths, it was still fatal in a duel between masters.

When Zhou Pingjing regained control of his body, he was about to fall to the ground.

But then the fire tornado also came.

The powerful wind force of the fire tornado immediately swept Zhou Ping, who had just recovered his movement, into the wind column.

The next moment, a loud bang was heard from the fire tornado.

In just a moment, most of the flames in the fire tornado dissipated.

"Damn, this Flowing Crystal Sword is pretty powerful!"

Ye Feng thought to himself that among the five elements, water controls fire and earth controls water.

To deal with the Crystal Sword, fire is not enough, you have to use earth.

But how do you cast earth-attribute spells?

Are we going to hit him with a mud wall?

Seeing that most of the flames had dissipated, Ye Feng didn't have time to think about it.

Flying in the air, writing words in the air with a pen.

Fire, thunder, lightning...

Every time he wrote a word, Ye Feng would quickly use the Mountain and River Pen to touch the word, allowing the word to enter the wind column.

A strange and terrifying scene appeared.

The column of wind that was raging wildly on the ring suddenly turned into a red fire tornado, and then lightning flashed through the column of wind.

The viewers were dazzled and felt their scalp tingling at the same time.

Ye Feng saw that the wind had died down and was worried that Zhou Ping would rush out in shock.

He wrote several more words for wind, continuously increasing the force of the wind column.

Ye Feng's wrists were a little sore from writing.

He cursed in his heart that Confucian magic was just so useless. After fighting for a long time and releasing so much thunder and lightning, he still couldn't defeat Zhou Pingjing. You Confucianism deserves to go bankrupt and decline.

The words written in the air with the Mountain and River Pen are not as powerful as the paper talismans.

There is no way around this. The power on the paper talisman comes from both the Mountain and River Pen and the Inkstone of All Living Beings, so it is naturally more powerful.

The magical powers of Confucianism and Taoism have been lost for many years, and Ye Feng does not have the great spirit, so he cannot even grasp the basics of Confucianism and Taoism.

Confucianism and Taoism once dominated the world. How could it be as simple as just writing and drawing?

Ye Feng wrote so many words but failed to defeat Zhou Pingjing. It was not because Confucian Taoism was ineffective, but because he himself was not good enough and did not master the skills of Confucian magic.

As soon as he wrote the two characters "thunder" and shot them into the wind column, the lightning flashed for only a moment before being suppressed by a mysterious force.

Then Ye Feng watched helplessly as the tornado column he had activated turned into a waterspout and rolled towards him!

"I wipe!"

When Ye Feng saw this scene, he was terrified.

I was exhausted for a long time, but in the end the tornado column was controlled by Zhou Pingjing.

Ye Feng was greatly shocked by the result of making wedding dresses for others.

Just as Ye Feng was about to put away his Mountain and River Brush and rush over to clash with Zhou Pingjing with his sword, he suddenly heard an old man's voice in his mind: "You little idiot, you little idiot!"

Ye Feng was startled. The voice sounded familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that it was the voice of the old senior Qingyun from last night.

Just as he was hesitating, the voice of Old Man Qingyun sounded in his mind again.

"You have completed a blood pact with the Mountain and River Pen, but you have yet to activate its true power. Do as I say. You don't have the righteous spirit within you, but you can inject your soul power into the Mountain and River Pen and use it to write the magic in your heart.

The Mountain and River Pen is just a medium, the magic method is what you think in your heart... Attack him with the Skyfire Meteorite!"

Ye Feng seemed to understand something.

Facing the rapidly approaching waterspout, Ye Feng actually closed his eyes.

I began to imagine countless flaming meteorites falling from the sky.

At the same time, he mobilized the power of his soul and poured it into the Mountain and River Pen.

Since Ye Feng does not have the great righteousness in his body, he cannot use the power of his soul as a substitute. However, this magic pen has already recognized Ye Feng as its master and completed the blood contract of recognizing the master by dripping blood.

Ye Feng's soul is connected to this magic pen, which can activate the mysterious power of the magic pen.

As the magic pen flew in the air, the four words "Skyfire Meteorite" appeared in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the four words in front of him, and quickly pointed them out with the tip of his magic pen.

woohoo hoo...

The next moment, countless burning fireballs appeared above Ye Feng's head.

No, not a fireball!

They are huge rocks!

Hundreds of meteorites fell from the sky, and under the control of Ye Feng's soul, they made a terrifying sound of tearing the air, dragging tail flames as they smashed into the waterspout.

The waterspout only lasted for a moment before it collapsed and dissipated.

Zhou Ping looked at the countless fireballs coming towards him in shock, and his face suddenly changed.

He didn't know how Ye Feng could mobilize so many skyfire meteorites to attack him.

The arena beneath their feet was struck by rocks, creating a deafening roar and creating large craters. Many Skyfire meteorites smashed into the water curtain barrier, sending huge ripples through it.

You're the one who got hit, why don't you make shit?

Zhou Pingjing used his skills to dodge quickly.

But Ye Feng continued to write.

Meteorites fell one after another, and Zhou Pingjing had no way to avoid them.

In the end, Zhou Pingjing was unable to avoid it and could only fight back with his magic sword.

A sword thrust out, shattering the falling meteorite.

He was already seriously injured and was severely exhausted. He fell down with a muffled groan.

Ye Feng's face became paler and paler.

Although this move is very powerful, it consumes a lot of one's spiritual power.

After only activating three waves of skyfire meteorites, Ye Feng already felt dizzy and unstable.

You should know that he has been secretly practicing the Hundred Refinements of Soul. The power of his soul is much higher than that of people at the same level, but he still finds it difficult to bear at this moment.

He stopped writing because he no longer had enough spiritual power to drive the next wave of meteorites.

The last few dozen meteorites in the sky fell down with long tails of flame.

The arena was filled with dust and smoke, and the world became quiet.

Ye Feng's face was pale and he was breathing heavily.

"So this is the magical power of Confucianism and Taoism... It's so fucking perverted!"

Because the power of his soul was severely consumed in a short period of time, Ye Feng's consciousness began to become a little blurred.

Ye Feng is now completely weak inside.

If Zhou Pingjing has not been defeated yet, Ye Feng will be in danger next.

The power of the soul is also one of the sources that drives the magical powers of the sword.

Without the guidance of spiritual power, it is difficult to exert the spiritual power in the body.

Ye Feng has become a lamb to be slaughtered.