Evil Master and Disciple

The second of the Nine Sword Controlling Styles is the Sword Transformation Style.

As the name suggests, the essence of this sword lies in the word "transformation".

However, when Ye Fuyou taught him the Nine Sword Control Styles, he also said that the Sword Transformation Style was all phantom sword light, which could only dazzle the opponent but had no substantial attack power.

According to the cultivation mantra, Ye Feng began to circulate the spiritual power in his meridians, gathered it in his hands, and transferred it into the sword.

Then he danced with the sword quickly.

Driven by the true power, dark green sword shadows whizzed out from the sword.

After practicing continuously for a stick of incense, Ye Feng had already mobilized hundreds of sword shadows. These sword shadows could actually be controlled by him, shuttling and flying at will.

Ye Feng slowly put away his sword.

"No way! I thought I had to practice the Sword Transformation Style for days! I've already mastered it in just a short while?! I'm such a genius!"

"I told you yesterday that the Sword Transformation Style is useless. Besides, the Purple Lightning and Blue Frost spiritual power in your hands is extraordinary. With a little practice, you can master it within half an hour."

"Uncle Master, if it's so useless, why is it called a separate move? It's better to just chop it off."

"Eight Styles of Sword Control? How unpleasant!"

"I see. It turns out that this useless move was kept just to make it sound better." Ye Feng showed a look of sudden realization.

Ye Fuyou said: "Not entirely, the reason why you practice so fast is because of the Purple Lightning and Blue Frost. Other disciples don't have blood-refined divine weapons, they usually spend several days practicing the Sword Transformation Style.

Moreover, the Sword Transformation Style is the basis of the Sword Condensation Style. The two are almost identical in terms of luck, concentration, and sword techniques, except that the Sword Condensation Style condenses into an Qi sword.

Now try practicing the Sword Condensation Style."

Ye Feng nodded, took a few deep breaths, then closed his eyes and recited the mantra silently.

This time, it was not only the spiritual power in the meridians that was mobilized, but even the spiritual power stored in the dantian began to flow.

Suddenly, Ye Feng opened his eyes abruptly, pointed the rusty sword to the sky, poured in his true energy, and made sword gestures with his hands.

Then the rusty sword chopped down, and a sword light burst out from the rusty sword, quickly condensing into an air sword.

The Qi sword whistled and flew straight up.

Ye Feng was stunned by what he saw.

It was hard to believe that this brilliant dark green sword was activated by himself!

The next moment, the boy's pupils contracted rapidly and he shouted, "Girl, be careful!"

This was the first time Ye Feng condensed sword energy.

He didn't know that with his cultivation at the level of flying, the spiritual power in his body was already quite strong.

They don’t even know how terrifying the spiritual power of Zi Dian Qing Shuang is.

A small part of the spiritual power of the Qi sword he condensed came from his body, and most of the spiritual power came from the spiritual power of Zi Dian Qing Shuang itself.

The power of this Qi sword is enough to repel a cultivator in the middle stage of flying.

A little girl in yellow clothes was practicing sword skills about ten feet away and she didn't notice at all that a sword of air was flying towards her.

When the girl heard Ye Feng's shout, she saw a sword of energy that seemed as real as a physical object already in front of her.

Fortunately, she was also a cultivator who had reached the realm of flying. At the critical moment, the magic sword in her hand blocked in front of her.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The dark green energy sword that Ye Feng released and condensed shattered into pieces and disappeared between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.

The little girl groaned, and the magic sword slipped out of her hand. The powerful impact made her retreat repeatedly. After retreating four or five steps, she fell to the ground and rolled several times.

There were many exclamations coming from all around.

Several young men and women immediately rushed forward and helped the little girl up.

Ye Feng also ran over.

I saw the little girl's face was pale, with blood at the corner of her mouth, her right hand supporting her left arm, and a look of pain on her face.

Obviously the left arm is broken or dislocated!

Ye Feng knew he was in trouble, so he quickly stepped forward and said, "Miss...are you...ok? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Ye Feng can never be a bad guy.

The good education he received over the years made him admit his mistakes immediately.

Suddenly, Ye Feng stopped talking and looked at the little girl, who looked familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, hey, isn't this the little girl in yellow who was molested by Fang Tong and Zhuge Benlei at the Sword Tomb yesterday?

The little girl in yellow also recognized Ye Feng, her face full of pain and grievance, as well as unconcealable fear.

At this time, a man stepped forward and shouted, "Ye Feng! You're just practicing swordsmanship, but you actually hurt someone! Do you really think that just because Master Yulong has returned to the mountain, he can act lawless and take no life?!"

Ye Feng said, "I was wrong about this. I had just reached the Sky Control Realm. Today, I was practicing the Sword Condensation Style and failed to control the Qi Sword well. I didn't expect that the Qi Sword would fly so far after this strike, nor did I expect it to be so powerful! I'm really sorry for hurting the girl!"

Everyone did not feel any sincerity in Ye Feng's explanation. Instead, they thought that the boy was showing off.

"You can break someone's arm by shaking it off in your first practice of Sword Condensation? Ye Feng, do you think we are all three-year-old children? You must be doing it on purpose!"

"Send him to the Discipline House! Lock up this evil bully!"

Ye Feng's reputation in the Yunhai Sect was already bad. He had offended too many people, and there were constant calls for criticism.

If they were alone, they would not dare to attack Ye Feng.

Now that there are so many people here, I'm naturally not afraid.

Besides, this matter was indeed Ye Feng's fault. Even if it was brought to the Discipline Institute, these people were not afraid.

Ye Feng wanted to cry but had no tears.

I have just been out of the stone prison in the Discipline Hall for two days. If I am sent back, won’t my master break my legs?

At this time, the other three tyrants and Cang Yun Qihuai who heard the news came over.

Seeing Ye Feng being surrounded and cursed by a group of people, how could this be tolerated!

Qi Yao yelled, "Boss! We're here to help you!"

"Who dares to bully my boss!?"

The simultaneous appearance of the Four Tyrants of Yunhai and the Seven Evils of Yunhai silenced the young disciples who stood on the moral high ground, and they subconsciously retreated.

The little girl in yellow was almost scared to tears, as if in this incident, she was not the victim but the perpetrator.

Ye Feng quickly stopped everyone to prevent them from fighting.

Then he briefly told Fang Tong and others what had just happened.

After listening, Fang Tong glanced at the injured girl in yellow.

He stepped forward and said, "So it's you! We met yesterday at the Sword Tomb! Do you remember?"

The girl in yellow nodded timidly. She seemed very afraid of Fang Tong, hugging her arms and shrinking behind her two companions.

Ye Feng stepped forward and said, "Girl, don't be afraid. Although I'm not a good person, I will never shirk my responsibilities. Your injuries were indeed caused by me. I will compensate you in whatever way you say. I, Ye Feng, will not hesitate."

The girl in yellow shook her head gently and said, "No... no need. I... I'll go back first."

The two girls next to her who were slightly older than her also knew that Ye Feng and the others were elite inner sect disciples, and their master was a prominent figure in the Yunhai Sect, while they were just outer sect disciples who did not even have a master, and could not afford to offend Ye Feng at all.

A woman said, "Brother Ye, let's just go back and apply some medicine to her. Let's just call it a day!"

Huang Ling'er stepped forward and said, "How can that be? This little sister was injured by my senior brother. We can't just ignore her. It looks like she's seriously injured, probably with a broken bone. Let's go down quickly and let my father help treat her."

Ye Feng also had the same idea.

Although this little girl does not have a high status in the Yunhai Sect, as a man, he naturally cannot abandon her, otherwise he would feel guilty about it.

Of course, he didn't want to be locked up in the stone prison of the Discipline Institute again.

"Ling'er is absolutely right. This is my fault, and I will take full responsibility. I will send you down the mountain for treatment now."

He took out the rope from his arms.

Under the confused gazes of the crowd, he sat on the ground and tied the magic sword tightly to his feet.

At first, no one understood what this guy was doing.

It wasn't until he controlled the rusty sword to fly that he realized this kid couldn't even control the sword...

Ye Feng flew in front of the girl in yellow and said, "Let's go! Your injury can't be delayed!"

The little girl in yellow burst into tears and said, "I... I'm fine, I'm really fine! Don't worry about me, just let me go!"

"How can that be possible? If I don't even have the courage to face my mistakes, then am I, Ye Feng, still a man? How can I gain a foothold in the world in the future?"

At this time, someone nearby said, "Junior sister, you are just an outer sect disciple. You don't have any elixirs or spiritual medicines. You should go down the mountain with Ye Feng to heal your wounds. Uncle Yulong will seek justice for you!"

"Little girl, your injuries are serious. If you don't get treatment in time, I'm afraid it will affect the foundation of your cultivation!"

Many people also began to comfort the little girl in yellow.

The little girl looked at her two companions beside her. The two women hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Obviously, they also knew that as outer disciples, they could only circulate their true energy to heal their injuries, and it would take at least ten days to recover.

If supplemented with the Yunhai Sect's high-quality elixir, the recovery from injuries could be accelerated.

Finally, the two girls took the little girl and flew into the air, following Ye Feng towards his residence on the mountainside.

Huang Ling'er was worried, so she asked Qi Yao to take her back to the mountainside.

As for Fang Tong and Ben Lei, they felt that this matter was not worth mentioning at all and continued to stroll around the square on the top of the mountain.

The onlookers from the Yunhai Sect dispersed in groups of three or two after Ye Feng and the others left, and this small area returned to peace.

Not long after, Ye Feng and a group of people arrived in front of Feng Lingju's door.

Fatty Yulong is living a very leisurely life now. He lies on a lounge chair in the yard to bask in the sun, looking very contented as he has a daughter in his old age.

"Master! Master! Come out and save them!"

Ye Feng's voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

Fatty Yulong frowned and looked over, only to see that the courtyard door had been pushed open by Huang Ling'er.

His disgraceful eldest disciple was sitting on the stone steps in front of the courtyard gate, untying the rope.

There were four girls outside. Except Qi Yao, he didn't recognize the other three girls.

Fatty Yulong looked at the pale, yellow-clothed girl who needed help and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you go to the mountaintop square to practice? Why did you bring back a wounded person?"

Huang Ling'er said, "Dad, my senior brother accidentally injured this little girl while practicing. Her arm is broken and she is vomiting blood. Please treat her quickly!"

"You little bastard! Can't you just let me, your master, have a few days of peace and quiet? You've only been gone for less than two hours and you're already causing trouble for me again!"

"Oh, Master! Please stop scolding me now! This matter is indeed my fault. Please help this little sister!"

Ye Feng, who had already untied the rope, ran in holding the rusty sword.

Fatty Yulong rolled his eyes and snorted, "You've definitely grown up. Before, when you got into trouble and hurt someone, the first thing you did was run away. Now you know to bring the victim back for treatment. Since you didn't shirk your responsibility, I'll forgive you this time! Bring her in!"

"Thank you, Master! You are the best master in the world!"

"roll!"

"okay!"