Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng tried hard to keep his body steady.

He regretted it now and shouldn't have listened to the nonsense of that old man Qingyun.

It would have been great to go up and fight Zhou Pingjing with the Purple-Green Divine Sword, but instead he listened to the old man and used up a lot of his spiritual power to activate the Mountain and River Pen. As a result, his spiritual power is at its peak, but most of his spiritual power has been consumed.

Ye Feng is very sleepy now, his eyelids are drooping, and he may fall asleep at any time due to excessive consumption of spiritual power.

The power of the soul originates from the sea of ​​​​soul and is the source of all divine thoughts, divine consciousness, and mental power.

Unlike spiritual power, if it is depleted too much, it can be quickly recovered by taking some elixirs or rare treasures.

The power of the soul can only be restored slowly through practice or sleep.

Now Ye Feng stared at the dusty arena.

He prayed in his heart that the Skyfire Meteorite, which he had used up most of his spiritual power to activate, must defeat Zhou Pingjing.

It seemed that God did not hear his prayers.

As the dust gradually dissipated, a figure slowly emerged.

It was Zhou Ping who was shocked.

He leaned on his sword and stood on the messy arena.

His clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, his skin was black, and his eyes were bloodshot.

When Ye Feng saw this scene, he secretly groaned in his heart.

I don’t know whether Zhou Pingjing is more powerful or the Liujing Sword in his hand is more powerful.

During the fight, this guy had endured so many attacks from thunder and lightning that he was electrocuted from a pretty boy into a black man begging on the streets of Los Angeles, yet he could still stand up.

Is this guy Xiaoqiang?

If the other party was Hong Jiu, Ye Feng would not be too surprised.

Zhou Ping was so weak and frightened. He should be good at conspiracy and trickery. How could he have such a strong willpower?

Seeing that Zhou Pingjing did not fall down, Ye Feng lamented in his heart that he was afraid he would lose this battle.

His spiritual power was severely depleted, and he was just holding on. He no longer had the strength to compete with Zhou Pingjing in swordsmanship.

"Hey……"

Ye Feng sighed softly in his heart, feeling very regretful.

On second thought, there's no point in sighing or feeling regretful.

At the beginning of the fight, I just wanted to show my face in one or two rounds.

Even if I am eliminated today, I will still be among the top 200 young masters.

At this moment, Ye Feng thought of an article he had read in his previous life.

We rush around all day just to satisfy our hunger, and only when we are full can we think about clothes.

I have enough food and clothing, but I lack a beautiful wife in my room.

He married a beautiful wife and concubines, but had no land to support him.

He owned millions of acres of fertile land, but was afraid of being bullied because he had no official position.

The third and fourth ranks are still too low, and the first and second ranks are still too low.

One day, when he was the prime minister, he also wanted to be the emperor.

Being a king is not enough, I also hope for immortality.

If you want the world to be content, it is just a dream.

"Humanity is truly greedy. I'm just an ordinary person, having long forgotten my original aspirations. Having come this far, what else could I be dissatisfied with? Could it be that I still fantasize about making it into the top ten and representing the Yunhai Sect in the expedition to Lingshan next year?"

A faint self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

Ye Feng was not going to fight anymore and was about to drop his sword and admit defeat when something strange happened.

The tattered king Zhou Ping, who was standing like a pine tree on the ring with his magic sword in hand, was so shocked that his body fell straight backwards.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng was stunned.

The referee elder immediately removed the barrier formation from the arena.

From above, Ye Feng could see Zhou Pingjing lying on the ring, with blood constantly flowing out of his mouth and nostrils.

The referee elder quickly checked Zhou Pingjing's physical condition.

"Wasn't this guy killed by the skyfire meteorite?"

Ye Feng was shocked and quickly forced himself to fall from mid-air.

If someone dies, it will be disastrous!

He asked hoarsely, "Uncle Master, Senior Brother Zhou...are you still breathing?"

The referee elder said slowly: "He can't die."

Then the elder referee looked at Ye Feng with a very complicated look.

"you win."

These were the last three words uttered by the elder referee.

These were also the last three words Ye Feng heard.

Seeing that Zhou Pingjing was still alive, Ye Feng felt relieved. When he heard the referee announce that he had won, the breath in his chest instantly deflated.

The whole person fell straight into the ruins of the ring.

In a daze, Ye Feng seemed to hear someone shouting in his ear.

But he was too tired and sleepy to open his eyelids.

The chief referee was busy checking Ye Feng's injuries.

Ye Feng's group of friends also flew onto the stage, shouting Ye Feng's name loudly, and the scene was quite chaotic.

"Don't make any noise!"

The referee elder stopped everyone from shouting.

After a while, everyone heard a strange rhythmic sound.

Listening carefully, I could hear that it came from Ye Feng's mouth.

...It's snoring!

This kid actually fell asleep!

Shangguan Lan squatted beside Ye Feng and said worriedly, "Uncle Master, what happened to Xiaofeng?"

The referee elder said slowly, "This brat's spiritual energy is full and almost unused, but his soul energy is severely depleted, so he fell asleep. He will be fine after a good sleep, but this sleep may be a bit long. You should send him back first."

In the world of cultivation, anyone with a white beard or a lifespan of over three hundred years cannot be a mediocre person.

The elder referee quickly figured out the reason why Ye Feng suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Feng did not fight with Zhou Ping in a sword fight. Their swords had touched each other. The fact that his spiritual power was severely depleted must be due to the true Confucian method.

The younger generations were relieved when they heard that Ye Feng had fallen asleep.

The little fat man Fang Tong carried Ye Feng on his back, Zhuge Benlei picked up the purple and green sword and the mountain and river pen beside Ye Feng, and then took Ye Feng out of the square and returned to Fenglingju.

Zhou Xingyun also brought two disciples from Xuanzhu Peak and took his unconscious cousin Zhou Pingjing away from the ring.

None of the female disciples from Mozhuxuan went up to the arena. From a distance, they saw Fang Tong carrying Ye Feng, whose life or death was unknown, away, and these girls were a little worried.

Even Yun Shuang'er, who is not good at expressing her emotions, is the same.

After Shangguan Lan, Yue Yinling and others flew down, the women came forward and asked about Ye Feng's condition.

Nangong Yan said: "Shangguan, Yin Ling, what happened to that brat Ye Feng?"

Yue Yinling shook her head and said, "It's nothing. I just consumed too much spiritual energy and fell asleep."

Everyone was stunned when they heard that Ye Feng was just asleep.

How much spiritual power must be consumed to fall asleep on the spot?

Ye Feng had never slept as soundly as he did today, and he fell into a deep sleep.

No nightmares, no wet dreams.

He felt like he was immersed in a warm hot spring, feeling extremely comfortable.

When Ye Feng woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed in his room, with Sanzhier lying on his chest with his butt facing his chin.

Ye Feng was really worried that this little green-haired boy would suddenly give himself a pee in his sleep.

His head was still a little groggy, so he rubbed it gently.

Sanzhier was awakened and immediately stood up and squeaked at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng pulled San Zhier off his body, then sat up and found that his Ziqing, Bahuang and the magic pen were all placed on the bedside.

After he got out of bed, he casually put away the three magic weapons.

Opened the door and walked out.

Looking at the sky, it was already dusk. The fight in the square seemed to be over, and countless streams of light were slowly spreading from the top of the mountain to all directions.

Ye Feng rubbed his head and murmured, "I slept all afternoon?"

"Big Brother, you're awake!"

The courtyard door was pushed open. Huang Ling'er, dressed in a fiery red dress, and Xiao Man, a girl in goose yellow clothes, walked out of the room after hearing the sound and just saw Ye Feng standing in the yard.

Huang Ling'er took two steps at a time and quickly came to Ye Feng and said, "Big Brother, what do you think?"

Ye Feng said: "It's just that my head feels a little heavy and I'm a little hungry."

Xiao Man smiled and said, "How can you not be hungry? You've slept for a whole day and night."

"Huh? This is the second day?"

"Yes!"

Ye Feng was speechless. He felt like he had only slept for three or four hours, but he didn't expect that he had slept for thirty hours.

"Lao Ye!"

As Fu Jinghong's annoying voice sounded, his equally annoying hairstyle appeared in Ye Feng's eyes.

Behind this Shamatte, there was a beautiful young girl, Miao Xiaorou.

Fu Jinghong, the self-familiar guy, chuckled and said, "Old Ye, when did you wake up? I thought you were going to sleep for three days and three nights."

Ye Feng rolled his eyes and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you! Look, I'm carrying some fruit!"

Fu Jinghong really took out a bunch of blackened bananas from behind him.

Ye Feng was speechless.

I originally wanted to drive this Shamatte away.

Unexpectedly, the Shamatte did not consider themselves outsiders at all.

Said to Miao Xiaorou: "Junior Sister, you and Junior Sister Ling'er talk first, I will talk to Junior Brother Ye for a while."

When Ye Feng didn't know what was going on, he was pushed into the room by the Shamatte.

The door closed, and Ye Feng said, "What are you doing? I'm not a casual person!"

Fu Jinghong said, "What a coincidence! I'm not a casual person either! Old Ye, I heard you found the golden cicada?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "No, no! I've never heard of a golden cicada!"

"Come on, you're still pretending to be nice to me. This has spread all over the Yunhai Sect these past two days!"

Ye Feng was confused and asked, "What's been spread?"

"It's about your choice of concubine."

"Choosing a concubine?"

"Yes, the story between you, Shen Tianqi, and Yun Shuang'er has been going on for over ten years. I thought that Sixth Uncle and Shan Uncle were just joking and that the matter had been forgotten. I didn't expect that the marriage was still going on. Old Ye, you are really lucky in love.

Yesterday, Sixth Uncle-Master told this story in front of the main hall, and now all the disciples of Yunhai Sect know about it. You should try not to go out at night these days..."

"why?"

"Why else? Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? You know the status of Junior Sister Yun Shuang'er in the hearts of the male disciples of our Yunhai Sect. The number of Junior Sister Shangguan's admirers cannot be compared with Junior Sister Yun at all.

Do you think it's safe to walk on the street at night? A blow to the back of the head would be the least of your worries. They might even put you in a sack and throw you into a cesspool, leaving you to die of starvation!

Ye Feng was dumbfounded.

He knew that the word "Shamatte" was definitely not an exaggeration.

Shangguan Lan has always been low-key, and her name only became famous recently because of some things involving Ye Feng.

Yun Shuang'er is different.

Before this battle, she was already a world-renowned beauty and was also known as the most extraordinary woman in the Yunhai Sect in a thousand years.

Yun Shuang'er's fans far surpass Shangguan Lan in both quantity and quality.

He could still deal with the gossip and rumors about himself and Shangguan Lan, as long as he could handle his cousin Qin Han.

Now it was rumored that he and Yun Shuang'er were having an affair, and Yun Shuang'er was the chosen one. How could those home cultivators who regarded Yun Shuang'er as the ultimate goddess accept this?

The power of fans is terrifying.

Not to mention walking at night, even if you were walking in the Yunhai Sect in broad daylight, someone would probably hit you with a club.

Seeing Ye Feng's stunned expression, Fu Jinghong reached out and patted Ye Feng's shoulder.

With a wicked smile on his face, he said, "Old Ye, don't worry too much. We are a reputable and upright sect, and your cultivation is not low. It won't be that easy for you to die. At most, you will be disabled for life."

"Get out! Get out!"

Ye Feng pushed Fu Jinghong, preparing to push him out of the room.

Fu Jinghong's cultivation was far superior to his, so Ye Feng pushed him away in vain.

Fu Jinghong stepped aside and said, "There are two beautiful women for you to choose from, and you're still not happy? I came here to borrow your golden cicada. If you don't lend it to me, I won't leave today!"

"Shameless!" Ye Feng cursed when he saw Fu Jinghong's dead-end look.

Fu Jinghong said indifferently, "You can say whatever you want. Anyway, I need to borrow the Golden Cicada today. And this is what you promised me last time at Yunhai Pavilion."

As he said that, he sat down on Ye Feng's bed.

Ye Feng knew that he couldn't escape today.

He said helplessly, "You're so cruel! I can lend you the Golden Cicada, but you have to tell me what you want it for."