Evil Master and Disciple

When Yun Shuang'er heard Ye Feng say that he had reached the initial stage of flying skills, she immediately questioned it.

As the favored daughter of the Yunhai Sect, and with the extremely powerful spiritual power of the top-grade immortal weapon Han Xi in her hand, even those who have reached the sixth level of Guiyuan Realm may not be faster than her in speed.

But when the two of them competed in the sky before, Yun Shuang'er had already used all her strength, but still could not get rid of Ye Feng. Seeing Ye Feng's relaxed look, she knew that this kid still had some strength left.

This made Yun Shuang'er very surprised.

The thought at that time was that Ye Feng had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger all these years, and in fact his cultivation had already reached the level of controlling gods or returning to the origin.

That's why she brought Ye Feng to her secret base, wanting to find out the secret about Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was also helpless.

He had already understood that the reason why he was flying so fast had little to do with his cultivation level, but was probably due to the Purple Green Divine Sword.

However, the Purple-Green Sword was too famous, and he couldn't tell Yun Shuang'er that the rusty sword in his hand was the Purple Lightning and Green Frost, which ranked third among the ten ancient divine weapons.

I guess even if I tell the truth, Yun Shuang'er won't believe it.

In this matter, Ye Feng could only say four words.

Act crazy and stupid.

Ye Feng scratched his head and said, "Senior Sister Shuang'er, I'm only sixteen years old this year. Master Fatty has been gone for three years, and I've been doing odd jobs in the herb garden for over a year. To be able to reach the Flying Sky Realm is already pretty good. Do you think my cultivation level is that high? You think too highly of me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yun Shuang'er's expression changed slightly.

He was just shocked and surprised before, but when Ye Feng reminded him, he remembered Ye Feng's age.

Although he has been a disciple for nearly thirteen years, he is only sixteen years old now.

Ye Feng is recognized as the number one lazier in Yunhai Sect. He only knows how to do bad things all day long and hates meditation and cultivation the most. It is impossible for him to have a very high level of cultivation.

This person must have just reached the level of flying.

But why is Ye Feng flying so fast with his sword?

She had the same idea as Fatty Yulong and looked at the strangely shaped fairy sword slanted on his back.

"Your sword...where did you get it from? What grade is it?"

"Are you interested in my sword?"

Ye Feng asked in surprise.

Then he said, "I found this sword on the cliff in the Sword Tomb in the back mountain after I apologized at Mozhuxuan that day. As for its grade...it's probably either a magic weapon or a treasure.

Senior Sister Shuang'er, you should also know that there are no good swords in the sword tomb!

Master said that my cultivation level is too low, so I should make do with what I have. He will have the weapon refining masters in the weapon refining hall forge a high-grade immortal sword tailored for me."

"Oh? Sword Tomb?"

Yun Shuang'er looked surprised.

She thought that the sword on Ye Feng must be the peerless magic weapon passed down to him by Uncle Yulong.

If it is a high-grade immortal sword, it can exert an unimaginable speed.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng said that he got the sword from the cliff of the sword tomb three days ago.

The sword tomb has existed for thousands of years. Although Lingbaoyuan replenishes some immortal swords from time to time every year, the quality is not high. They are basically the lowest-level magic weapons. Even immortal swords of treasure grade are extremely rare.

Yun Shuang'er pondered for a moment, then made a request that even she felt was excessive.

"Can I have a favor? Could you please let me see your sword?"

Magical weapons are the second life of a cultivator. Unless they are close relatives, it is unlikely that the magic weapons will be given to others for viewing.

Yun Shuang'er thought Ye Feng would definitely refuse.

She had already decided to play the emotional card and bring up the time when she rescued him from the cesspool...

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng said nothing, nor did he show any hesitation, entanglement or resistance.

He directly reached out and drew the magic sword behind him, saying: "You have helped me so much, what is our relationship? What are you talking about? It's an unreasonable request. If you want to see it, just go ahead."

Yun Shuang'er looked at the rusty sword stretched out in front of her, then looked up at Ye Feng who was smiling. She looked extremely surprised.

"You're welcome. You can watch as long as you want."

Seeing that Yun Shuang'er didn't move, Ye Feng shook Zi Qing.

Yun Shuang'er came back to her senses and saw that Ye Feng did not seem to be teasing her. Although she was suspicious as to why this boy suddenly became so generous, she still took the magic sword and began to study it.

Ye Feng was not worried that Yun Shuang'er would be able to see the clues of the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

The fat master checked the Purple-Green Sword the day before yesterday, but didn't find anything wrong.

No matter how outstanding Yun Shuang'er was, she was just a little girl who had just turned eighteen and fifty-something years old. Her cultivation, knowledge, vision, and experience were far inferior to those of his fat master who was not doing his job.

When the fat master used the sword himself, everyone thought that Ziqing was just a broken sword covered with rust. How could Yun Shuang'er see the unusualness of this sword?

Yun Shuang'er sat on a protruding rock, carefully looking at the rusty sword in her hand.

Although the first impression this sword gives people is that it is a complete waste, just like Ye Feng.

However, Yun Shuang'er still felt that since Ye Feng could fly so fast, the problem might be with this rusty sword.

So I looked at it very carefully.

Ye Feng waited for a while and saw that Yun Shuang'er didn't even raise her head and devoted herself to the broken sword. He felt very bored and walked around the abandoned square with his hands behind his back.

When Luoxia Peak was at its most glorious, there were three to four hundred disciples living and practicing here, which was comparable to the number of disciples in a small sect.

Not only are there ruins of a square on the top of the mountain, but looking down, near the mountainside on the sunny side, although it has long been covered by ancient trees and weeds, you can still see some damaged buildings.

After all, only more than two thousand years have passed, and some houses built of rocks have not yet been completely erased by time.

The entire small square on the top of the mountain was very messy, but the arena in the middle seemed to have been used for many years. It was very flat and not seriously damaged.

It can be seen that although Yun Shuang'er has regarded this place as her secret place for training for many years, she is a lazy woman who has never done any housework. Except for the arena where she has been practicing martial arts all year round, which she has cleaned up, she has not even touched other places.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and leaped over, flying seven or eight meters away. After a few jumps, he arrived on the stage.

The area above is not small, much larger than the octagonal cage. It is a huge square stone platform used by disciples for fighting and sparring.

The arena is made entirely of huge stones, and there are ancient and weathered patterns engraved on the surface of the rocks, which should be the formation diagram of the barrier.

Ye Feng had seen this kind of barrier restriction on the arena in the square on the top of Xingluo Peak last time. It could not only protect the arena from being harmed by energy, spiritual power and sword energy, but also compress the true energy fluctuations released by the fighting disciples within the range of the arena, so as to prevent those sword energies from flying around and injuring the spectators around the arena.

"This is a great place!"

Ye Feng has now found the technique to wield the sword and fly in the air. The next step is to practice the nine sword-flying techniques taught to him by Ye Fuyou, as well as the various body movements, palm techniques, footwork, fist techniques, and leg techniques that he has copied down!

He didn't want to be too conspicuous, but he was also worried that practicing in the square on the top of Xingluo Peak would hurt innocent people like last time.

This place is really a natural martial arts training ground.

It's only about seventy or eighty miles away from Xingluo Peak. You can fly with your sword... and you can get there in the blink of an eye.

The most important thing is that there are no birds or turtles here, so it is very quiet.

It fits Ye Feng's plan of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger to survive.

As he was daydreaming, a figure in white clothes, like boneless catkins, slowly floated down in front of him.

Yun Shuang'er's cold voice came: "What are you doing looking around here?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Senior Sister Shuang'er, this place is not bad. Are you usually the only one practicing here?"

Yun Shuang'er nodded and said, "The west side of Xingluo Peak is a forbidden area. No disciples would come here. Normally, I'm the only one here."

Ye Feng immediately rubbed his hands and said, "It's so boring to practice alone. I've been looking for a suitable place to practice swordsmanship recently. We are old acquaintances, so we can live together... Oh, let's practice together."

"No."

Yun Shuang'er refused decisively.

Ye Feng's expression froze. He said, "Why? This place is so big, and you can't use it all by yourself. You should learn to share good things. You can't just hog it all!"

"What did you say?" Yun Shuang'er raised her eyebrows.

Ye Feng slapped his mouth a few times: "Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! Slip of the tongue! You are not a dog... and of course you are not shit... No, no..."

Seeing Ye Feng's words becoming more and more outrageous, Yun Shuang'er's expression gradually became disgusted.

He threw the rusty sword to him and said, "I'm going to start practicing sword skills. You should leave quickly."

"No! Let's discuss this further!"

"Not negotiable!"

Ye Feng was helpless and kept muttering to himself.

Under Yun Shuang'er's very unfriendly gaze, he raised Ziqing high and slowly rose up.

"Well, Senior Sister Shuang'er, you lost the competition today. As a woman's word is as good as a horse's. I'll come find you again!"

After saying that, he was afraid that Yun Shuang'er would hit him, so he immediately accelerated and flew away.

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng who was quickly walking away, her expression a little solemn.

She had studied the broken sword for a long time and did not find anything wrong.

She even activated the divine sword a few times, but the sword energy released was very weak. It was just an old, low-level magical weapon.

But why does this sword give people a very powerful feeling in Ye Feng's hand?

Is this an illusion?

Yun Shuang'er took a few deep breaths, drew out the Hanxi Divine Sword, and imitated Ye Feng, flying in the air with the magic sword in hand.

Although he could fly, his speed was far inferior to the speed of flying when he stepped on the magic sword.

And there will be a strong pulling sensation in the arms.

This method can fly short distances.

The arms definitely can't bear the strain of long-distance flying.

"How on earth did he do it?"

Yun Shuang'er fell into deep thought.