Walking on the road to Qingyun Gate, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the strange and horrified looks of passers-by.
The four black wrist guards forged from thousand-year-old heavy iron are extremely dense, and the corresponding size is smaller. They are placed on both hands and feet, and the wide sleeves hide them. Almost no one can see what is inside Ye Feng.
Wearing something like this, even if you know it, you will mistakenly think it is just an ordinary decoration.
Now Ye Feng has really attracted the public's attention. Because these four black wristbands are too heavy, and he has just adapted to it for a while, every step he takes is as heavy as a thousand pounds. Ye Feng's mouth corners slightly
He twitched and put his foot on the ground.
"Crack!"
Where Ye Feng landed, with his feet as the center, fine cracks spread as densely as a spider web.
Click! This time, the people paying attention to Ye Feng opened their mouths wide and their jaws dropped! They couldn’t close them!
Ye Feng looked innocent, raised his right foot, sweating slightly on his forehead, and gently put it down.
Huh! Ye Feng took a deep breath. Fortunately, the ground did not crack!
Continue to move forward one foot at a time, but something like this will almost appear every few steps, with cracks scattered regularly along the road.
This is the naked destruction of public facilities! A good road has been trampled like this! All the people looked at Ye Feng with strange and angry eyes.
Ye Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He originally wanted to try out the feeling of wearing these four things, but he didn't expect it to be like this. According to the current situation, it is difficult to even walk, let alone run and fight.
Got it!
Looking into the angry eyes of all the people, Ye Feng chuckled, then leaned down and took off the two black wristbands on his feet, and then took off the two black wristbands on his hands. He was suddenly relieved.
Thousands of pounds of pressure.
He took off these four wrist guards and put them into the storage ring. He felt much better than before. Ye Feng almost looked up to the sky and screamed!
No longer paying attention to other people's gazes, the cyclone in Ye Feng's dantian rotated, and a large amount of fighting energy spread out. Bang! The smoke and dust rose slightly in the place. Ye Feng's figure had disappeared in place, and a leap suddenly appeared twenty feet away.
He drove away and quickly rushed towards Qingyun Gate.
The people around him looked at Ye Feng who had gone away instantly in horror, and shook their heads in confusion.
In an attic in the middle of Qingyun Gate!
Ye Feng had just walked to the door and was about to knock on the door when an old voice came from inside: "Come in!"
Ye Feng gently pushed open the attic door and stepped in.
In the hall, Lu Zhenqun looked at Ye Feng with a smile and said: "My good disciple, has the thousand-year heavy iron been forged?"
Ye Feng nodded and took out four black wrist guards and the four pairs of Thousand Tough Silks from the storage ring.
Lu Zhenqun was slightly surprised and said: "There are also Qian Rensi?"
"Yeah!" Ye Feng said honestly: "The forging uncle made it for me by the way."
Lu Zhenqun wore a white beard and said with a smile: "It seems that my good disciple is very popular!"
Ye Feng chuckled, looked at the wristband made of thousand-year-old heavy iron in his hand, and then his face fell: "If I really wear this thing to practice, I will be exhausted to death!"
Lu Zhenqun smiled slyly and said, "This is the result we want."
"..." Ye Feng's head was covered with black lines.
"Otherwise, how could there be growth?" Lu Zhenqun stroked his white beard and thought deeply.
Ye Feng perked up, that's right! Only by enduring hardships can one become a master! As long as he survives this training, his own training will definitely reach a higher level. Besides, Wu Yi has already left himself behind long ago.
Behind me, not to mention surpassing Wuyi, at least practicing
The speed has to be accelerated, and there will be a battle with Fatty Liu after the disciple assessment in half a year. According to the current situation, Fatty Liu is not so easy to deal with! His own strength needs to be strengthened before he can
The battle in half a year will decide the outcome!
"Right!"
Lu Zhenqun said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you! The inner disciple examination for you and Ling Xiao has become more difficult this year. With your current level, there is almost no hope of passing!"
"What!" Ye Feng's eyes widened and he almost jumped up.
Lu Zhenqun curled his lips and said: "Because after consultation between the sect leader and a group of elders, I feel that the current assessment is useless for you. Only by making it more difficult can you be more motivated to practice!"
"Damn!" Ye Feng couldn't help but cursed.
After all, Ye Feng has not forgotten the purpose of coming to Qingyun Sect. It is not only to enhance his strength, but also to get the hazy back figure that often appears in his mind. As early as when he was in Xingling Village, he learned from the old man in Qingyi.
There may be parents among the educated youth who are in need.
When I wanted to ask for the information, it was already too late. The old man in Tsing Yi had already gone away. Although I should be able to solve my doubts as long as I could find the old man in Tsing Yi, but if I want to find the old man in Tsing Yi, I must go through the relationship between Lu Zhenqun.
And it may not be found.
For an imperial superpower like the old man in Qingyi who is on par with Lu Zhenqun, this will definitely make Lu Zhenqun owe a group of people. Such a favor is extremely heavy, so after coming to Qingyun Gate for a long time, Ye Feng has never thought about asking for help.
Lu Zhenqun opened his mouth.
Now Ye Feng's eyes have been locked on the Pavilion of Strange Stories and Strange Stories. Except for the things he wants recorded there, there is probably nowhere else. However, the Pavilion of Strange Stories and Strange Stories is not that easy to get along with.
As a disciple, you can only enter the first level, and you cannot even go up to the second level.
I originally thought that by becoming an inner disciple, I would be able to enter the second level, but I didn't expect that something like this would happen again, and it would not be that simple to become an inner disciple.
Then I thought about it, in order to enter the next few floors, you have to have a certain identity in Qingyun Sect. How long will it take?
After hesitating for a while, Ye Feng finally said: "Master, have you ever entered the Strange Stories Pavilion?"
Lu Zhenqun was slightly startled: "The Pavilion of Strange Stories and Strange Stories? Why, are you interested in this?"
Ye Feng nodded: "I want to know something!"
Lu Zhenqun recalled it and said: "There is nothing useful, just some weird things. What do you want to know about?"
Ye Feng asked urgently: "Is there anything about a man and a woman?"
Lu Zhenqun was stunned, raised his hand and knocked Ye Feng on the head, and said angrily: "You are so young and you don't learn well, why are you asking about this?"
Cold sweat ran down his forehead, and Ye Feng smiled coquettishly: "I don't mean anything else, it's just about..." At this point, Ye Feng couldn't explain why he came because he didn't know any information about his parents.
Neng sighed dejectedly.
Seeing Ye Feng's expression, Lu Zhenqun couldn't bear it and stopped attacking Ye Feng. He shook his head and said: "The records of the Pavilion of Strange Stories and Strange Stories are all relatively rare phenomena on the mainland. Of course, there is a man and a woman, but
There is nothing special, unless..."
Ye Feng perked up: "Unless what?"
Lu Zhenqun said with a slightly solemn expression: "Sixth floor!"
"The sixth floor?" Ye Feng said in surprise: "Isn't there only five floors in total?"
Lu Zhenqun said slowly: "It is announced to the outside world that there are only five floors, but in fact it is not the case. The Pavilion of Strange Stories and Strange Stories has a sixth floor, but even I can't go in."
Ye Feng was a little shocked and said: "Even Master, you can't go in?"
Lu Zhenqun nodded and said: "On the sixth floor there is a seal placed by the previous two generations of sect masters. Not only me, but also the old sect master Yu and Long Xiang cannot enter!"
Ye Feng asked doubtfully: "Then what's the use of keeping the sixth floor?"
Lu Zhenqun smiled: "The first two generations of sect masters left a message that when the sixth layer of seal is broken, it will naturally be broken!"
"It's too vague!" Ye Feng shook his head.
Lu Zhenqun nodded, laughed and said, "Maybe what you want is on the sixth floor!"
Ye Feng curled his lips helplessly, and said with a downcast face: "Even your old man, Emperor Wu, can't get in. How long will it take for me to get in?"
Lu Zhenqun stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "Work hard, I hope your achievements can surpass Long Xiang! Why worry about not having a chance to enter?"
Ye Feng glanced at Lu Zhenqun helplessly and muttered: "It sounds easy to say, but it is difficult to do it!"
Lu Zhenqun said: "You and Ling Xiao are the most outstanding disciples of this generation. It is not a dream to surpass them."
Ye Feng took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "Forget it, let's deal with the things in front of us first, step by step!"
Lu Zhenqun's eyes lit up, a smile appeared on his face, he rubbed his hands and said, "Are you ready to start practicing?"
Looking at Lu Zhenqun's weird expressions and movements, Ye Feng smelled something bad.
Cold sweat dripped down his head, that's right! Ye Feng slapped his head, how could he forget the origin of fire!
With a flash of consciousness, Ye Feng took out the simple and yellowed parchment.
Lu Zhenqun said slightly puzzled: "What is this?"
Ye Feng smiled and said mysteriously: "I guarantee you will be surprised!"
With a slight movement of his right hand, he slowly unfolded the scroll, and the strange flame appeared in the air again!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Zhenqun's pupils suddenly shrank: "This is..."