Along with the screams on the field, the disciples of the Royal Martial Arts Academy fell into a pool of blood one after another.
Without the protection of the golden-robed old man, a semi-powerful man, they were all surrounded and killed by the Sword Sect disciples.
But at this time, Ye Feng blew off the blood on his fist and silently walked to the place where Lei Wuji died.
Looking at Lei Wuji's body on the ground, Ye Feng silently used a rusty sword to throw out a big pit beside him, and buried Lei Wuji in it.
"Crack!"
Ye Feng crushed the bones of the old man in gold robes, and then used his true energy to condense the powder of his bones into a white tombstone, which he inserted in front of the pit where Lei Wuji was buried.
"Uncle Wuji's Tomb Ye Fengliu"
On the tombstone, Ye Feng carved this line with his sword.
Then he stood on the tombstone, silent for a moment, then turned around and left decisively.
As a warrior practices, life and death are unpredictable.
But the death of Lei Wuji made Ye Feng feel a little depressed.
In the following time, Ye Feng didn't go anywhere.
He just stayed by Lei Wuji's tombstone, sitting there, refining the surging spring of life stored in the blood vessels in his body.
Ye Feng knew it very well, although the ancient ruins have been almost explored.
But when you go out, you will definitely encounter a lot of strong people, and it is very likely that there will be a fierce battle.
And now that Nangong Lingtian has escaped, Long Zhetian is not dead. Although he is seriously injured, the threat is still great.
Therefore, Ye Feng must use all his time now to continuously improve his strength.
Rumble!
Rumble!
In the midst of his deep cultivation, Ye Feng constantly stimulated the devouring power of the oven of creation, frantically and forcibly refining the fountain of life in his body.
For Ye Feng, the most important thing for him now is not to find treasures or martial arts.
It's about quickly accumulating your own cultivation strength.
Because he is currently fighting with the mysterious Rusty Sword for attack, and the super powerful Demon Lord Armor for defense.
As for martial arts, his golden combat body is a very terrifying attack and killing body, and the Ancient Dragon Elephant Fist, Space Crack, etc. are all very terrifying moves.
So what Ye Feng lacks most now is the accumulation of martial arts foundation.
He wanted to use this short period of peace to quickly replenish his cultivation base.
The flame girl watched Ye Feng practicing so hard while guarding the tomb, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Although she has not followed Ye Feng for a long time, Flame Girl has seen with her own eyes Ye Feng's peerless talent, which is absolutely comparable to the top in the Great Yan Dynasty, and even surpasses the top so-called geniuses.
But even so, Ye Feng still practiced so hard without wasting any time.
"No wonder he has such great power and can kill enemies so easily even if he jumps over the ranks."
The flame girl stood beside Ye Feng, but she was secretly thinking about her little thoughts.
For seven days, the Jianzong disciples followed Ye Feng to recuperate here.
Whoosh!
On this day, suddenly there was a sound breaking through the air in the distance.
It’s Jian Wushuang!
At this time, the true disciple of the sect master, one of the three top geniuses among the core disciples of the Sword Sect, finally came from a certain direction, bringing many core disciples of the Sword Sect with him.
"Uncle Wuji!"
But the moment Jian Wushuang saw the tombstone next to Ye Feng and the small hillside raised behind the tombstone, his eyes suddenly revealed a look of monstrous anger.