"I'm working for you, senior." Ye Feng bowed and said, then walked directly into the gate of the Gujingyan Domain. As soon as he reached the door, the originally closed door automatically opened. The courtyard behind the gate was extremely vast, or in other words, there was basically nothing. The yard in front of Ye Feng was about twenty feet long and wide. The ground was covered with clean white fine sand and nothing was left. There was only the innermost part of the inside. There was a wooden house made of logs. The structure was simple and unpretentious. The wood used was not even cut off the bark. It had no characteristics except that it was wide and huge.
However, what really moved Ye Feng was that there was not a single person in the courtyard. In other words, the one who opened the door for him just now was Lynch himself. With Lynch's name, who has been famous all over the world for thousands of years, he would not have made a boring act of using his speed to run out and open the door, and then run back to pretend to be mysterious. Then, the only possibility is that Lynch has never come out. He used spiritual energy to open the door for himself, but Ye Feng did not feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy at all.
Shocking was Ye Feng's only feeling at this moment. After coming to this world, he saw many masters and powerful beings, and there were many people with more power than him. Ye Feng was not frightened because they were confident that he could achieve it in the near future. Ye Feng thought that the Anti-Saint Art was the most powerful skill in the game. After he killed that Slime, he thought that if it weren't for the ultimate boss beast who saw him get the secret book of this skill, he thought.
He killed Ye Feng to seize this secret book of martial arts, so Ye Feng thought that the set of martial arts skills was the ultimate martial arts in the game he played in his previous life, and no martial arts could be compared. Therefore, with the anti-wind skills, Ye Feng really didn't take the masters of this world seriously. However, Ye Feng realized that the top master in the wooden house in front of him had far surpassed his understanding of his power level in his understanding, and reached a height that Ye Feng had never dreamed of.
A person who has a poor understanding of power, even a Saint-level strongman, can open the door so far away, but the fluctuations of spiritual energy will make others feel it, and the stronger the stronger the feeling, but Lynch actually did not have any spiritual energy fluctuations. This only shows that Lynch's grasp of power has reached a height that is rare in history. This height is the most obvious manifestation of a ability, that is, the higher-level challenge! Lynch is definitely a master of higher-level challenge. Ye Feng does not take the masters of this world seriously because he thinks that the reverse Saint-Arbitrage is enough to challenge more than the reverse Saint-Arbitrage, and even if he can, it is not as good as the reverse Saint-Arbitrage. But now, Ye Feng found that Lynch's over-level challenge may not be worse than the reverse Saint-Arbitrage. How could Ye Feng not be shocked?
"The younger generation will atone for their sins and pay homage to Senior Lynch." Ye Feng said loudly and walked towards the wooden house.
"The cultivation level of Wu Jun has reached the peak of Wu Emperor. It is a newcomer in our province and a genius in the era. It is also a blessing for me to see you." A gentle and pure old voice was raised in the quaint wooden house, as clear and melodious as the ancient temple Zhong Ming, and it is touching.
However, with this sound, it was overwhelming, as if millions of giant mountains were pressing down together.
Ye Feng, who was under infinite pressure, did not change at all, because this pressure came purely from the soul world. If Ye Feng was an idiot, he would not feel anything at all. If Ye Feng had already understood the way of heaven and saw through everything, he could also treat this pressure as a breeze on his face. Unfortunately, Ye Feng has been burdened with countless sins, debts and grievances, and has been contaminated with the heinous killing. Ye Feng came with a heart of atonement. The understanding of the way of heaven has greatly improved, but Ye Feng could not see through it, so he could only hold on.
The sixty-meter courtyard is far away now than tens of millions of miles. Every step seems to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and every moment is like a lifelong life. Ye Feng understands that Lynch is using his soul cultivation to test his will. Only when Ye Feng can defeat himself and walk in front of him can he get his respect and have the qualification to talk to him equally. I believe that every newcomer who comes here will be subject to the same trial.
I believe that Lynch will treat all visitors equally, and the power used is no different. Ye Feng's soul cultivation has reached the realm of a Heavenly Spirit Master through the soul spiritual journey of the pool, and is tenacious and perfect, as if it is as unmoved as a mountain. However, unlike other people, Ye Feng's spiritual shackles are far heavier than others. The sadness of a boy leaving home, the neglect of a family in this world, the guilt of slaughtering women and children, the helplessness of friends not daring to see, the fear of being enemies in the world, and the confusion of atonement for atonement. At this moment, Ye Feng's heart is constantly impacted, and he just wants to turn around and escape, and escape from these endless memories and tortures.
Hongshan followed Ye Feng and watched Ye Feng walk towards the house where Lynch lives step by step, with surprise, admiration and worry flashing in his eyes. As the Fire Sky, Hongshan is very clear about the soul test. Generally speaking, martial artists of the Martial King level will be defeated by the vast soul pressure at the first time, either turning around and running away or kneeling down. Such people can only go back outside and practice on their own, and are not seen by Lynch at all. Better, such as Emperor Wu, can stand at the door, bear the pressure, and do not retreat or advance. They will be accepted as registered disciples. They can come to ask Lynch for difficult questions, but they have no chance to be fully unified.
The training. Better, the peak Martial Emperor or Tianling Master with extremely high soul realm can move forward. No matter how many steps you take, you will be taken to the sect and become an introductory disciple, truly inheriting Lynch's martial arts thoughts and the essence of ten thousand years. However, under that huge pressure, even those who can move forward will eventually faint due to exhaustion of energy. A distance of 63 meters, the peak Martial Emperor can only move forward ten meters, and the Tianling Master's Heavenly Cultivator only walked to thirty meters. Only Tianling Master can walk over fifty meters. There were Tianling General Masters who once walked all the way to the wooden house, and all their strength was fainting. The Tianling General Master was Nangong Feixue.
Of course, the Martial Emperor, Tianling Master, Tianling Master and Tianling mentioned here refer to soul cultivation, not strength, but almost all people have the same soul cultivation as their strength cultivation, so they can be the same, and there are only a very small number of aliens like Ye Feng.
If the young man in front of him was really as Lynch said, just as Wu Jun’s cultivation level, even though his face was twisted and deformed, despite his sweat, and even though he was about to fall down every step, he walked forward step by step firmly. Although he was struggling, he gave Hongshan a feeling... He would stick to the end, and he would definitely surpass everyone.
As if after thousands of years of reincarnation, Ye Feng finally walked to the front of the wooden house. At this time, he was already exhausted and his mind was exhausted. He just wanted to fall to the ground and never wake up. However, there was a vague sound in Ye Feng's heart, constantly reminding him, encouraging him, and telling him not to fall down.
"Why am I so persistent, why don't I want to give up, what am I obsessed with?" In the repeated struggle between falling and persistence, a picture that has gradually faded into his heart again.