On the wooden bed, Ye Fan, who had his eyes closed and crossed his legs, suddenly opened his eyes. Two dazzling purple lights shot out from his eyes and cut through the darkness, emitting bursts of light in the cabin. After a long time, the light dissipated, and Ye Fan
A cold sweat broke out on Fan's back.
When he had just fought against the Soul-Burning Karma Fire, Ye Fan was already at an absolute disadvantage. Just when he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, a beam of gray light suddenly emitted from the eyebrows of his soul body, blocking the burning power of the Soul-Burning Karma Fire.
burn.
But when the gray light appeared, Ye Fan completely lost control of his soul. As for the subsequent battles, they were all controlled by the purple soul body or the existence hidden inside the soul body. On the contrary, he, the master of the soul, became
Spectators.
When he thought that there was another powerful consciousness hidden in his soul, and that this consciousness could completely replace his control over his soul, Ye Fan felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap, which made people shudder.
Fortunately, that hidden consciousness was erased by the soul-burning karma fire. Otherwise, Ye Fancai would really have trouble sleeping and eating.
After checking the soul body again, Ye Fan found that his soul cultivation level had directly surpassed the first two levels of soul building and reached the third level of soul building. This discovery made Ye Fan extremely happy.
"It seems that soul cultivation is much easier than Xuanqi cultivation."
Ye Fan, who was sitting on the bed, couldn't help but whisper to himself. Fortunately, there were no soul masters passing by, otherwise he would have spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard Ye Fan's words.
The night passed quietly. The first ray of sunlight in the morning jumped through the window lattice and shone on the young man's immature face, casting a strange halo.
"Ah!" The young man stretched and then quickly jumped out of bed.
After freshening up, Ye Fan walked out and strolled on the path to the side courtyard.
"That little girl Ling'er, I don't know if she has taken the body-tempering spirit grass. I hope it will have some effect on her physique."
Suddenly, Ye Fan, who was walking, stopped his feet, raised his head, and looked forward with a cold look in his eyes.
The distance lengthened, and in the distance a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers were laughing and walking towards us. In the center of the crowd, Ye Feng, who was wearing a white shirt, looked up and down at Ye Fan, who was alone, with a smile on his lips.
The sound of footsteps approached slowly, and then a group of teenagers spread out in a straight line, crossing the path of Ye Fan.
"According to my servant, you beat up that good-for-nothing Liu Chen yesterday. I wonder if that's true?"
Leaning forward slightly, Ye Feng said almost close to Ye Fan's ear. If he hadn't already been familiar with the conflict between the two, he would have thought that the relationship between the two was so intimate.
"So what?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and sneered at the corner of his mouth. In the past, Ye Fan would not have had such a head-on collision with Ye Feng. But now? Although he may not be able to beat him, he still can't.
Will be as powerless as before. If he really wants to take action, Ye Fan is sure to leave some unforgettable traces on the former.
"Haha, it seems that our young master is a little overconfident! Or you knew that I failed to break through Tongxuan, so you thought that I couldn't deal with you." Ye Feng chuckled lightly, and then patted Ye Fan on the shoulder.
It was because of intimacy, but the words were a bit harsh.
He reached out and brushed off Ye Feng's paws on his shoulders, glanced at Ye Feng with an indifferent expression, and raised a slightly cold arc at the corners of his lips. Ye Fan said lightly: "Why, do you still want to help me recover from the swelling?"
Confidence? What conspiracy will you play this time? Or are you planning to bully the few with more?" After speaking, Ye Fan glanced at the group of teenagers in front of him, and the meaning of each was self-evident.
The former failed to break through. Ye Fan heard it from Ye Xiaotian when he first returned to the family. Although he was a little surprised, he didn't think much about it. After all, if the enemy was less powerful, his chance of revenge would be greater.
Looking into Ye Fan's eyes, Ye Feng still looked as usual, and his dark eyes did not waver in the slightest because of Ye Fan's ridicule.
"The young master is still so sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued! I just don't know if his skills are as good as the servant described."
Hearing this, Ye Fan immediately became vigilant. He had already experienced Ye Feng's cunning, and he did not want to trip over the same stone twice. What's more, the former's strength definitely made him qualified to be on guard at all times.
But even so, Ye Fan was never afraid of him. He tightened his palms and looked directly at the former with a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes.