Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

The previous painful experiences were like steel needles piercing his heart, leaving him with a lingering fear.

He reached out and touched various parts of his body, and found nothing unusual. All the pain disappeared in an instant, and streams of cool air continued to flow through his body.

Even the scar on his left index finger that was previously cut by a kitchen knife had healed completely.

"Was everything that just happened a nightmare?"

Ye Feng muttered to himself.

At this moment, Ye Fuyou's voice rang in his mind: "Young man Ye, this sword has recognized you."

After hearing the sound, Ye Feng was sure that it was not a dream.

At this moment, the rusty sword had fallen from his knees to the ground.

There seemed to be no changes, and there was still a layer of mottled rust on the surface of the sword.

Ye Feng was confused and was about to get out of bed to pick it up. Suddenly, the strange rusty sword on the ground seemed to sense the call of some power. It made a humming sound and flew up from the ground, hovering in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was stunned, standing still with his hand stretched out.

At this moment, Ye Feng could clearly feel that there was a very clear connection between himself and the sword.

It was as if there was an invisible bridge connecting me and the sword, and the sword in front of me felt like a part of my body.

The feeling of being connected by blood is so wonderful that it is almost impossible to describe in words.

Ye Feng thought of something and slowly swung his arms.

The rusty sword hanging in front of his eyes was also moving slowly as his arm swung.

"Is this the art of controlling the sword?! What an amazing feeling!"

Ye Feng jumped up from the bed, screaming and cheering.

Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword, opened the door and ran into the yard.

He wanted to find an open area to try out his dream of flying with a sword.

He threw the rusty sword into the sky, and then imitated the sword immortals in movies and TV dramas, putting his right fingers together to form a sword.

As his finger sword moved, the rusty sword in the sky began to shuttle rapidly.

With a flick of his finger and a thought, the rusty sword followed him like a shadow, as fast as lightning.

Ye Feng had a lot of fun.

In order to verify the maximum distance he could control the sword through the air, he kept controlling the sword to fly farther.

In the end, it was discovered that the rusty sword seemed to be unrestricted by distance. Even though it flew several miles away, the connection between it and Ye Feng was still very strong, and he could control the rusty sword at will.

Ye Feng was extremely happy. He controlled the magic sword to fly back, then danced and jumped with the magic sword in his arms, laughing: "What a great sword! What a great sword! This time I'm really rich! From now on, I'm no longer Ye Feng! I'm the Sword Immortal Ye Feng! The best Sword Immortal Ye Feng in the world!"

Feeling the power of an immortal cultivator for the first time, Ye Feng was extremely excited. He felt that every drop of blood in his body was burning and boiling.

Since I can fly the sword, what am I afraid of?

If that mysterious murderer dares to harm me again, I will give him a cold chill!

"Hey, little Ye, you just completed the blood oath of recognition. Is it really necessary to be so exaggerated?"

Ye Fuyou couldn't help but sneer.

Ye Feng gradually calmed down his inner excitement and said, "Uncle, can you now teach us the sword techniques and magical powers of our Yunhai Sect?"

Ye Fuyou said: "Okay, it's still early today, I will first teach you the sword-controlling technique that you want to learn the most.

The sword-controlling technique is also known as the Nine Sword-Controlling Styles. It is one of the four secret sword techniques of the Yunhai Sect. Let me first explain to you what the Nine Sword-Controlling Styles are divided into.

The first move is sword control. In other words, in the past half hour, you control the sword to fly in the sky.

There is no need for you to learn this move."

"Why?" Ye Feng was a little puzzled.

"The divine sword in your hand is a blood-refined divine weapon, the most advanced magical weapon in the world. After you acknowledge your master with a drop of blood and complete the blood contract, the connection between you and the sword will be very strong, so you don't need to practice at all to control the divine sword to fly and shuttle at will.

Other disciples need to spend a lot of time learning how to control the sword in the early stages, but you don't need to. What you need to do is speed, accuracy, and how to turn the angle to kill the enemy when fighting. "

Ye Feng nodded suddenly.

Ye Fuyou continued to introduce: "The second style is the sword-controlling style, which is actually similar to the sword-controlling style, but with the addition of a sword-controlling technique for flying and killing enemies.

The third move is the sword transformation move, one becomes two, two becomes three, three becomes a hundred, but these sword shadows are all illusions, which can dazzle the enemy, but have no substantial attack power. As long as the opponent's spiritual consciousness and mental power lock onto your magic sword, they can easily see through all the sword shadows as illusions, which are used to scare the enemy. It is not very practical. After all, when immortal masters fight, life and death are often on the line, and few people will use this move in a fight.

The fourth move is the sword-condensing move. From this move onwards, you will have very powerful attack power.

Using the power of one's own true essence to activate the divine sword, condensing the Qi swords. These Qi swords are not sword shadows, but the result of the concentration of spiritual energy, which can easily penetrate gold and split stone. When practicing to a deep level, a single sword strike can condense thousands of Qi swords into a sword formation, which is extremely powerful.

The fifth move is the sword-combining move. The power of the single-handled Qi sword condensed is relatively small. This move is to fuse the Qi swords. Not only can the size of the Qi swords increase rapidly, but the power of each Qi sword after fusion is also doubled.

The sixth style is the Sky Sword Style, which condenses seven giant swords over ten feet long at the same time, stretching across the sky and earth like swords from the sky.

The seventh form is the Ten Thousand Swords Form, which can condense more than ten thousand Qi swords at the same time. This is the ultimate realm of the fourth form, the Sword Condensation Form.

The eighth move is "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin". This move can freely control ten thousand Qi swords to attack hundreds of different targets. It can also instantly condense ten thousand Qi swords into a sky-high sword with enormous power.

The ninth form is the unity of man and sword. If you can comprehend this state of unity, combined with the divine sword in your hand, there will be few people in the world who can withstand your sword. "

Ye Feng listened intently, and his mind kept emerging with the image of himself riding a sword across the sky in the future.

After explaining the names of the nine moves, Ye Fuyou began to formally teach Ye Feng the cultivation techniques.

He did not hide anything and directly taught him the entire mantra of the Nine Sword Controlling Styles.

However, most of the elders of Yunhai Sect would not be so generous.

They emphasize steady and gradual progress.

In order to prevent disciples from being greedy for quick success and rushing for quick results during their cultivation, only when a certain realm has reached a certain level will the disciples be taught the cultivation formulas for the next level.

The Nine Sword Controlling Styles have nine levels of formulas, totaling two to three thousand words. Moreover, the person who created this set of sword formulas is not very good at it, and every sentence is written in obscure classical Chinese. Even though Ye Feng now has the ability to remember everything he sees, it still took him more than an hour to remember it all.

Then he began to practice the second level of sword-wielding style.

Actually, it is flying with a sword.

For mortals, a cultivator standing on a magic sword and flying on it is like a true god.

But for cultivators, flying with a sword is just basic training.

The sword-controlling technique is also very simple. You use your telekinesis to control the flying of the sword, and then you step on it to prevent yourself from falling and being smashed into a pulp.

If your cultivation level is higher and you reach the fifth level of the God Control Realm, it doesn't matter if you doze off while flying with a sword. When you reach the God Control Realm, you can fly in your physical body for a short period of time, fall from a height of ten thousand meters, and use your physical body to brake suddenly in the air.

Ye Feng is very timid. He is not only afraid of death, but also afraid of pain.

He controlled the rusty sword to hang in the air less than thirty centimeters above the ground, and then stood on the rusty sword to find a sense of balance.

Since the rusty sword is a blood-refined divine weapon and is connected to his bloodline, he doesn't even need to use his mental power to activate the rusty sword. As long as he thinks about it, the rusty sword under his feet will move with his thoughts.

Ye Feng felt that this was not difficult!

So he continued to increase the height of the suspension and speed up.

When the height reached two meters, he suddenly accelerated, lost his footing, and fell directly from the magic sword, landing on his butt first.

"Ouch! My butt! Damn it!"

At dusk, someone's screams were heard in the courtyard of Fenglingju.

Ye Feng quickly climbed up and looked around anxiously, afraid that others would see his embarrassing appearance of falling from the magic sword.

He is a man who never gives up.

With a thought, the rusty sword flew in front of him. He stepped on it and slowly rose again.

"Ouch..."

A moment later, another scream was heard in the yard.

After falling seven or eight times, Ye Feng rubbed his calves and sat on a bench in the yard.

Cursing at the same time.

Ye Fuyou couldn't bear to watch any longer and said, "Boy, isn't the formula clear? When flying with a sword, you need to do two things. First, when flying with the sword, fill your feet with Qi to hold the sword. Second, when flying at high altitude and high speed, you need to set up a defensive barrier to resist the strong wind. Did you manage to hold the sword with your feet?"

"Yes! It sucked harder than a dog mating! But as soon as I speed up a little, my body starts to lose balance. Uncle, what's going on?"

"...You should first find a rope and walk on it to practice your balance!"

Ye Feng snorted, "I just don't believe it. I, the chosen one, can't conquer a mere sword-controlling technique!"

Ye Feng was full of fighting spirit again and set sail again.

This sword-flying technique requires a lot of practice, as long as you get used to the feeling of flying.

Ye Feng practiced from afternoon to dusk, and from dusk to dark.

After falling more than twenty times, he was finally able to maintain a flying speed of about fifty miles per hour.

However, he didn't dare fly too high, and only flew at a height of two or three meters from the ground, so as to avoid falling and breaking his legs.

When the moon was bright and the stars were shining, the gate was pushed open.

Fatty Yulong and Huang Ling'er, father and daughter, walked in talking and laughing.

Ye Feng was overjoyed and shouted, "Master! Junior Sister Ling'er! Look at me, look at me! I'm up there! I can fly!"

"Senior Brother! You are so awesome!" Huang Ling'er was amazed when she saw Ye Feng flying and hovering about ten feet above the yard.

"That's right, if I'm not good enough, how can I be your senior brother? Ah... Ouch... My butt!"

Someone who got too proud of himself fell down again.