Evil Master and Disciple

Huang Ling'er stepped forward to help her senior brother up, and asked with concern: "Senior brother, are you okay?"

"What's the matter? I've been falling all afternoon. I'm used to it..."

In order to hide his embarrassment, Ye Feng even used the accent of the Northwest Hammer King.

In his subconscious, as long as he changed his accent, the one who would be embarrassed would not be him, but the Northwest Punch King.

Fatty Yulong glanced at the rusty sword that fell beside Ye Feng.

Said: "Is this the immortal sword you found from the sword tomb?"

Ye Feng picked up the rusty sword and nodded quickly, "Yes, Master, this sword is very powerful!"

"Are there any powerful swords in the Sword Tomb? However, you have just reached the Sword Control Realm, so you can use this broken sword first. I am quite familiar with the weapon forgers in the Lingbao Academy's Weapon Refining Hall. Tomorrow, I will ask them to forge a high-grade immortal sword tailored for you. As a disciple of mine, Yulong, the one holding a fairy weapon must be a fairy weapon."

Ye Feng thought, what’s so great about a magic weapon?

Although his sword looks old-fashioned and rusty, it is a top-notch artifact, a blood-refined divine weapon.

But I couldn't say this out loud, I had to bow and thank the master.

Fatty Yulong waved his hands and said, "You are my disciple after all. If I don't protect you, who will?

Feng'er, I just saw you practicing the sword-flying technique. Actually, it's very simple. It can be summed up in one sentence: Don't be afraid of falling. Practice diligently. When I was practicing sword-flying for my master, I fell countless times.

I will go back to my room to rest first, you can practice on your own first."

Fatty Yulong encouraged Ye Feng a few words, then walked towards the room with his hands behind his back, strode forward without caring about his relatives.

Huang Ling'er said, "Brother, you must be hungry. I'll go make dinner now!"

"Thank you, Junior Sister Ling'er! By the way, Junior Sister, didn't you go shopping with Qi Yao at the foot of the mountain today? How did you come back with Master?"

Huang Ling'er had a strange expression on her face, and after a few light coughs, she said, "I didn't know that buying things here required spirit crystals, so Uncle Lin withdrew my money, and it was Uncle Lin who redeemed us.

But Daddy didn’t have any spirit crystals, so he smashed Uncle Lin’s shop…”

"Forehead?"

Ye Feng didn't react for a moment.

No wonder the fat master walked so majestically and coolly, it turned out that he had just smashed someone else's shop.

Huang Ling'er went into the kitchen to cook. Ye Feng wanted to come in to help, but was pushed out of the kitchen by Huang Ling'er.

He also said that the kitchen is a woman’s territory and no man should enter the kitchen!

Ye Feng felt that this world was so wonderful, it was simply a paradise for male chauvinism.

After practicing sword flying for several hours, Ye Feng's butt was bruised. With nothing to do, he went back to his room to rest.

After lighting the oil lamp, Ye Feng began to study the cultivation formulas and essentials of the Nine Sword-Controlling Styles taught to him by Ye Fuyou.

The nine sword-wielding techniques progress from easy to difficult, step by step, and become increasingly difficult towards the end.

Of course, the power will become greater as time goes by.

Now Ye Feng can practice the first four levels, controlling the sword, flying the sword, transforming the sword, and condensing the sword.

Starting from the fifth level of sword-combining style, one needs to have a certain level of attainment in the fourth level of sword-condensing style before practicing.

Ye Feng was not in a hurry either. After all, he had the magic sword to help him, which gave him a huge advantage over ordinary disciples.

After ordinary disciples reach the level of flying in the air, they need to spend at least a month on controlling the sword and flying the sword before they can start practicing the sword transformation style and start practicing it directly.

The top priority now is to do two things.

First, give this sword a name.

Second, make yourself a pair of sword-flying shoes.

Don't I always fall down because I can't stand still? Why not use a rope or something special to firmly secure my feet to the sword, just like a snowboard?

Ye Feng didn't want to waste too much time practicing sword flying.

Tomorrow morning he will soar in the sky!

"Uncle Fuyou, are you asleep?"

"What's wrong?" Ye Fuyou's voice rang out.

Ye Feng asked, "Does this sword have a name?"

"No, generally, immortal swords with stronger spiritual power will have their names engraved on the blade, but this sword doesn't. Instead, it has a layer of weathered thundercloud patterns. When I obtained this sword, I placed it in the sword tomb without naming it.

You are now the master of this sword, you can give it a name."

Ye Feng nodded slightly. How could it be possible that the sword had no name?

He knew deeply the importance of the sword's name.

For example, the ten great swords of China.

It has to be a name that is powerful and majestic enough to scare the enemy.

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Master, what is the attribute of this sword?"

Now Ye Feng is no longer a novice in time travel, he has a deep understanding of this world.

He knew that magic weapons were not only divided into magical weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, and divine weapons.

There are also various different attributes.

The attributes of common magic sword-like weapons are basically within the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Of course, there are also a few unpopular attributes, such as wind, lightning, space and so on.

The names of magic weapons are usually related to their own attributes.

For example, Huang Ling'er Fen Ji, you can tell it's a fire-type fairy sword.

Ye Fuyou pondered for a moment and said, "The attribute of this sword should be wood."

"Wood type?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

He cried in his heart, "Are you kidding me? A blood-refined magic weapon, a peerless divine weapon, and you told me it's wood-type? Was the person who forged this sword mentally retarded?"

Among the five elements, the fire element has the strongest attack power, and the melee overlord is the gold element.

The earth element is defensive, the water element is feminine, and the wood element is gentle.

Generally, only girls or transvestites would choose water and wood magic swords.

I am a tall and strong man, but I am using a wood-type magic sword?

How can I survive in the world in the future?

Was the person who forged this sword a fool? Or did he have 18 kilograms of cement poured into his head?

He actually spent countless rare treasures to refine a wood-type blood-refined sword?

How awesome it is to refine into the fire element!

Ye Fuyou said: "I have never used this sword. I just think it might be of wood attribute from the green luster inside it. As for whether it is wood attribute or not, I am not sure. You have to think on the bright side of things. Maybe it has other attributes.

Even if it's a wood element, it doesn't change the fact that it's a blood-refined divine weapon!"

Ye Feng hung his head and said, "Uncle Master, please stop comforting me. It's a wood element, so it's better than nothing. Since it's a wood element, let's call it Burning Heaven. It's a domineering name, isn't it?"

"What? Burning Heaven? Why does this name sound like the name of a fire-type immortal sword?"

"Is it that obvious? Then I'll change it and call it Xuan Lei! Nine Heavens Xuan Lei! How domineering!"

"...Ye boy, please stop embarrassing yourself, okay? How can there be a wood-type divine sword called Xuan Lei? It's not a thunder-type sword!"

"Can't you let me seek some psychological comfort? I'll just call it Xuan Lei!" Ye Feng was very dissatisfied.

Suddenly, the rusty sword began to vibrate and hum.

Ye Feng was confused and didn't know what happened to the rusty sword.

At this moment, the rusty sword suddenly flew up and began to chop at a wall of Ye Feng's house.

"Is this sword a spirit?!"

Ye Feng was shocked.

"No, this is a sword spirit!" The knowledgeable Ye Fuyou spoke immediately.

After a moment, the rusty sword flew back to Ye Feng.

"Look at the wall." Ye Fuyou reminded.

Ye Feng looked up and saw that the sword spirit was controlling the rusty sword not just to chop randomly but also to write.

The sword marks on the wall were connected, and four words could be vaguely made out.

"Purple Lightning and Blue Frost?! Is that your name? Wait... can this sword write on its own?"

The rusty sword hanging in front of Ye Feng actually nodded, just like a human nodding.

"What! Purple Lightning and Blue Frost! This broken sword is Purple Lightning and Blue Frost!"

Ye Fuyou's hoarse voice sounded, full of shock and disbelief.

Ye Feng thought to himself, "Uncle Master, have you heard of this sword?"

"The third of the ten ancient divine swords is Purple Lightning and Blue Frost... Of course I've heard of it, but it's said to have been lost for nearly ten thousand years."

The ten great swords of ancient times are Taixu, Fengyin, Zidian Qingshuang, Poqijun, Chilin, Zhanyun, Xiaoyao, Bishui, Qingmu, and Yueling.

These ten divine swords are famous throughout the ages, and each one is extremely powerful.

However, half of them have been lost over the years.

The only ones that have been passed down are Taixu, Poqijun, Bishui, Qingmu and Yueling.

Among them, the Taixu Sword and the Poqi Army have been passed down in the Yunhai Sect for many years.

The Taixu Divine Sword is the Yunhai Sect's sacred weapon and a token of trust passed down by successive sect leaders.

Po Qi Jun is the personal sword of the successive successors of the Yunhai Sect, and is considered a token of the young sect leader.

Master Yun Yi has not yet chosen the candidate for the young master, and the two magic swords are now in Master Yun Yi's hands.

Ye Fuyou was very shocked.

If the sword in front of me is Purple Lightning and Blue Frost, then I will be in great trouble.

At that time, I only thought that this sword was a wooden magic sword and was of no great use, so I sealed it in the sword tomb.

If he had known earlier that this sword was Purple Lightning and Blue Frost, perhaps he would not have been defeated that year, and would not have ended up in such a miserable state.

"Ranked third among the ten ancient divine weapons?! I'm going to make a fortune!"

Ye Feng's screams and cheers came from the room.

Huang Ling'er just walked to the door and knocked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Come out and eat!"

"Oh, I see! I'll be right there!"

Dinner was simple, and only Ye Feng and Huang Ling'er had it. Fatty Yulong drank with a few friends until dusk in the afternoon. When it got dark, he learned that his precious daughter had been detained in the store by that blind Junior Brother Lin.

He only went to smash Junior Brother Lin's shop after he had eaten and drunk his fill.

After dinner, Ye Feng returned to his room immediately.

He held the rusty sword, kissed and nibbled it for a while, then asked Uncle Fuyou to explain to him the ten divine swords and the purple lightning and blue frost.

Ye Fuyou said, "The Purple Lightning Blue Frost has been lost for too long. There is very little information about it in the human world. I only know that it is a very rare and peerless divine weapon with thunder attributes. It is said that when activated, it can condense and release the power of thunder and lightning, with power beyond the ordinary. As for whether the rumor is true or not, I have no idea."

Ye Feng's eyes were glowing green.

"A thunder-type divine sword! Not a wood-type one! Hahaha! Looks like I'm really going to be number one in the world!"

After indulging in self-admiration for a while, Ye Feng felt that the name Zi Dian Qing Shuang was too long and too flashy.

The final name was "Ziqing".

His cultivation is so low now, and he doesn't want others to know that he actually possesses the legendary ancient magic weapon Purple Lightning and Green Frost. When his cultivation becomes the best in the world, he will tell the world that the sword in his hand is the legendary Purple Lightning and Green Frost!

Playing the pig to eat the tiger, surviving first. This is Ye Feng's current survival rule.