Evil Master and Disciple

Standing under the Heavenly Monument, you can more intuitively feel the height of this Heavenly Monument.

It is over a hundred feet high, like a pillar standing between heaven and earth. Human beings are as small as ants in front of it.

The entire Heavenly Stele is dark black in color, without any signs of splicing. It should have been carved from a single piece of rock.

The stone tablet is engraved with ancient and weathered patterns, as well as densely packed text, extending to the end of the sight.

Ye Feng was deeply shocked by the heavenly stele in front of him. He couldn't understand how this giant stone stele weighing at least hundreds of thousands of tons was transported to this height.

Ye Feng stiffened his neck and looked at the Heavenly Stele, saying, "Master, what is the origin of this Heavenly Stele?"

Ye Fuyou said: "Two thousand four hundred years ago, during the Immortal Hunting War, my Yunhai Sect, as the leader of the mortal world, played a key role in that battle. This heavenly monument was erected to commemorate this battle.

It not only records the names of all the victims of the Immortal Hunting War, but also records the course of the Immortal Hunting War as a warning to future generations."

His voice sounded somewhat emotional, as if years of imprisonment had not extinguished the passion of his youth to slay dragons, demons, and punish gods.

Ye Feng nodded slightly.

After coming to this world, he heard about the Immortal Hunting War several times.

He still had some general understanding of this battle.

The story happened more than two thousand years ago. The gates of heaven opened and the immortals from the upper realm came down. In order to protect all living beings in the world, the righteous and the evil sects joined forces and launched a protracted war near Lingshan.

With the human monks not afraid of sacrifice, they finally wiped out the immortal invaders and closed the Heavenly Gate.

When the immortals retreated, they threatened to return in a decade.

It is precisely because of the fear that the Heavenly Gate will be opened again that people in the world are desperately trying to develop Taoist magic.

This is why the world of cultivation is so prosperous today.

Ye Feng said hesitantly, "Uncle Master, the immortals said that they would come back in sixty years, but now two thousand four hundred years have passed. They shouldn't come back."

"No, the immortal will definitely come again."

Ye Fuyou said this in a very affirmative tone.

Ye Feng shrugged, expressing serious doubts.

Aren't they just a few harsh words uttered by the defeated before leaving? These people actually took them seriously.

If the immortal really wanted to make a comeback, he would have come long ago. He would not have disappeared without a trace today, two thousand four hundred years later.

Ye Feng asked, "Uncle Master, why do you want to look at this heavenly stele?"

"Nothing, I just haven't seen it for a long time. When I was young, I often practiced under the Heavenly Stele. Alas, hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time is really merciless."

Ye Feng is only interested in practicing and picking up girls.

He had no interest in the Heavenly Monument or the Jiazi Immortal Hunting Battle of that year.

So on this matter, he could not empathize with Ye Fuyou.

I stayed under the Heavenly Monument for about half an hour, and then looked at the towering palace hanging in the air to the west.

There are hundreds of stone steps suspended in front of the main hall, extending from the main hall to the square behind the heavenly monument.

The Yunhai Hall does not seem to be a forbidden area for outsiders. From time to time, young disciples can be seen walking up and down the stone steps.

Ye Feng also wanted to go to the main hall to take a look, but he never had the courage to take that step.

Those stone steps are suspended in the air without any support. If you fall down, you will be in trouble.

I thought that after I had completely mastered the sword-wielding technique, I would go up to admire this magnificent hall, which is said to be the best in the world.

The ten arenas are arranged in eight directions according to the Tai Chi orientation, two of which are located inside the Tai Chi, representing the two spheres in the Yin-Yang Tai Chi.

The arena closest to the Heavenly Monument is the Dui Arena located to the west.

At this moment, two young men were fighting with swords on the ring, and the sound they made attracted Ye Feng.

Ye Feng turned and walked over.

There were about a hundred people gathered around the arena, so the number of spectators was not large.

There was also a white-bearded elder who was controlling the magic circle of the arena to prevent the sword energy of the two people fighting on the arena from hurting the disciples watching the fight nearby.

There were two people on the ring, a man and a woman.

They all look very young, not much older than Ye Feng.

The man was dressed in white, looked very elegant, and held a fire-type magic sword in his hand.

The woman was dressed in green and looked pretty good. She was holding a water-based magic sword.

The two have already started fighting in the ring.

The woman in green gave a delicate cry and leaped up with her slender figure.

The fairy sword in her hand was emitting a green light. As she quickly performed the sword techniques, the green fairy sword released hundreds of air swords.

Each Qi sword is about the same size as a real sword and emits a faint glow.

Ye Feng's eyes widened, knowing that this move was the fourth of the Nine Sword Controlling Styles, the Sword Condensing Style.

Use your own spiritual power to activate the magic sword, condense it into a sword with secret method, and control it with sword techniques.

Since it is condensed with spiritual power, its attack power is naturally not as good as that of a real immortal sword.

Only people with high cultivation can make these swords of energy penetrate gold and split rocks.

When ordinary disciples activate this sword, although the sword energy in the sky is quite intimidating, it does not have very strong killing power.

However, this was enough to make the country bumpkin Ye Feng astonished.

He muttered, "This is the Sword Condensation Style, right? It's really cool! Hundreds of Qi swords are fired at the enemy at the same time, won't the enemy be turned into a hornet's nest?"

He was a little worried about the young man in white.

Unexpectedly, the next moment he was hit in the face with a loud slapping sound.

The man in white was smiling and showed no fear.

The immortal sword in his hand swung the sword flower, and he laughed loudly and said: "Junior sister, be careful!"

After saying this, he activated his true essence, and the immortal sword was suddenly covered by a blazing flame.

As the man in white swung his sword, a burning fire dragon burst out.

The fire dragon shattered all the incoming air swords like a whirlwind.

After the Qi sword shattered, before it fell to the ground, it quickly turned into spiritual energy and returned to nature.

After smashing hundreds of air swords, the fire dragon became much smaller in size, but it did not dissipate. Driven by the sword techniques of the man in white, it pounced towards the girl in green.

The girl in green's rosy cheeks solidified, and she slashed down from mid-air.

A stream of sword energy whizzed out from the immortal sword, and the next moment, the sword energy seemed to turn into surging waves.

Ye Feng felt as if he was really at the seaside, hearing the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

The green sword light instantly covered the rushing fire dragon, and then the fire dragon was extinguished.

The woman in green moved forward and was already in front of the man in white.

She knew that the Fire Immortal Sword's advantage lay in long-range attacks, and close combat was definitely not the opponent's strong point.

He took mysterious steps, his figure was ethereal and in a blink of an eye he had stabbed the man in white with dozens of swords. Each move was exquisite and each sword hit the vital point.

The man in white seemed very relaxed. He held the sword in his right hand and his left hand behind his back, as if strolling leisurely in the garden. He casually swung the sword and dissolved all the sword moves of the woman in green.

"This guy in white is even more powerful!"

Ye Feng sighed in his heart.

"Bullshit!" Ye Fuyou said, "That little girl was using the Yunhai Sect's Thirty-Six Falling Swords. It looked like a brilliant sword move, but each one was aimed at a vital part of the opponent's body.

However, her opponent was also a disciple of the Yunhai Sect and also knew the Thirty-Six Falling Swords.

The opponents knew all the sword moves of the little girl. Therefore, they could predict the little girl's sword moves in advance and resolve them calmly.

This girl doesn't know how to integrate and adapt, and can only use sword techniques in an orderly manner according to the sword manual. Such a person has no future at all in the path of cultivation.

Ye boy, you must remember that every magical skill I teach you is dead. In the early stage, you can practice according to the sword manual and formulas.

But when you reach a higher level of cultivation, you must forget these deadly moves. What you need to learn is not the moves, but the sword's essence."

Ye Feng nodded as if he understood something.

The winner of this competition was quickly decided.

After the girl in green performed the Thirty-Six Falling Swords step by step, the man in white immediately dodged the sword by bending down.

Then he pointed his toes and flew backwards lightly.

The girl in green tried to give chase, but it was too late.

As the man flew, he formed sword gestures with his hands, and the fire-type magic sword in his hand immediately released dozens of sword energies.

In order to avoid the sword energy, the girl in green could only raise her sword to dissolve it.

With this delay, the man in white had already distanced himself from the girl in green.

Then he pointed the long sword to the sky, and the sword body was once again wrapped in fiercely burning flames, which seemed even more surging than the fire dragon he had activated before.

Hundreds of flaming swords made a whirring sound of breaking through the air and flew rapidly in the sky. As the white-clothed man swung his sword, the flaming swords shot towards the green-clothed girl like a dense rain of fire.

The girl in green tried her best to dispel this wave of fire rain, and she looked very embarrassed.

But the man in white waved his hand casually, and hundreds of flaming swords appeared in the sky.

There is no suspense in this competition.

The cultivation level of the girl in green is much lower than that of the man in white.

Fortunately, it was just a competition between disciples. If it was a life-and-death fight, the girl in green would have been burned to ashes and put into the box.

Ye Feng, like most of the young people around him, watched with great interest. However, the older disciples of the Yunhai Sect shook their heads and left. It was obvious that this kind of competition among junior players could not arouse the interest of these people.

After the fighting ended, the people around the ring did not all disperse, because they knew that there would definitely be someone else coming up to compete next.

Ye Feng thought that he had been separated from Fang Tong and the others for a long time, so he had to go find them.

Otherwise, given the personalities of these people, who knows what kind of trouble they will cause.

After searching for a long time, Ye Feng still couldn't find those bullies and scum, so he simply gave up.

He came to the area where the young disciples practiced sword alone, found an open space, drew out the rusty purple sword, and prepared to practice the third of the nine sword-controlling styles, the sword-transforming style.

As soon as Ye Feng pulled out the rusty sword, many young disciples around him immediately noticed it.

They had never seen a disciple's magic sword rusted like this.

However, many people knew Ye Feng's identity, and those young disciples only dared to laugh at him in their hearts, but did not dare to openly mock him.

Ye Feng also felt that the disciples around him were making fun of his magic sword.

"What are you looking at! Haven't you seen such a handsome and peerless sword?"

Ye Feng howled at the top of his lungs, and the young disciples within a dozen feet around him immediately scattered like birds and beasts, not daring to provoke this little bully.

The disciples around him dispersed, and Ye Feng was very happy.

It feels so good to be a bad guy!

Now Ye Feng is a little hesitant. Should he reform himself?