Ye Feng felt relieved after hearing this.
In any case, Ye Feng is quite satisfied that this time he has wiped out the shadow of the saint left by the old master, his soul has increased dramatically, and he has also eliminated this hidden danger in the future.
Next, Ye Feng continued to practice the Haoran Zhengqi Jue.
afternoon.
Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
At this time, he walked out of the secret practice room and came to the large manor.
Ye Feng stared at a large bluestone opposite, suddenly stretched out his hand, and quickly wrote the word "break" in the void with his fingers.
"Buzz!"
Immediately, the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body spurted out, and a "broken" character condensed in the void in front of Ye Feng. The font emitted a strong white light and flew towards the big bluestone opposite.
"boom!!"
The word "Broken" was engraved on the big bluestone, and a huge power was generated at once, like explosives, which exploded the big bluestone into pieces.
"Not bad."
Ye Feng looked at the results of his whole morning and half afternoon practice and was very satisfied.
In literary practice, this move is to use one's own majestic energy to give power to words.
Ye Feng can currently only give the power of one word to generate power.
After reaching the level of cultivation, for example, those great scholars from Hanlin Academy did not even need to write, they just spoke a war poem, which instantly gave power to dozens of words of the entire war poem, and these dozens of words formed a poem.
They can add strength to each other, thus producing huge power, which can wipe out an army of millions of demons in an instant, which is very powerful.
"I don't know when I will reach that level."
Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.
However, Ye Feng also knows that Wen Dao is only an auxiliary training method for him.
The true foundation of oneself is still the body of martial arts and the soul of soul.
"That's right! It's time!"
Ye Feng looked at the sky at this time and judged the time. It was almost evening. He immediately galloped towards the gate of the imperial city.
"The mission this time is to escort Shao Siming of the Tianming Department to the northwest desert to find a special treasure related to luck. Shao Siming of the Tianming Department is the direct disciple of Da Siming. He must know a lot of soul magic.
I don’t know if I can ask her for advice, but I’m just the lowest bronze-armored night watchman at the moment..."
As Ye Feng murmured, he felt that his current status might not make a deep impression on the distinguished young Siming.
Chapter completed!