To the outside world, six thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. But to the disciples from the inner courtyard of the Li Shui Sword Sect who have strong backgrounds and wealthy families, a mere six thousand taels of silver is nothing.
Although the money was not much, either Han Nu or Zhou Tai could get it, but no one was willing to do so.
Don't say that no one would be stupid enough to give up the banknote. Even if they were embarrassed, Han Nu and Zhou Tai would not pay the money on the spot.
Han Nu shivered and struggled to get up from the ground. Staring at the long sword in Ye Feng's hand, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
He never dreamed that there would be a sixth-level swordsman among the new disciples of the outer courtyard. Thinking of Zhao Chen's injuries, Han Nu already understood that Zhao Chen must have also been injured by Ye Feng.
"I don't need money, but I need my life. If you can, kill me." Facing the cold sword on his neck, Zhou Tai was afraid in his heart, but his mouth was tough.
Ye Feng smiled, and a strong anger suddenly rose up in his body.
This violent aura was not overwhelming, but it exuded a strong coercion. The moment the violent aura rose up on Ye Feng, Longwen and Lu Fei, who were standing beside him, involuntarily took a step back.
Lang Wen and Lu Fei both knew that Ye Feng had entered Liluo Forest, but even the two of them did not expect that Ye Feng, who was usually stern and unsmiling, would emit such a strong murderous aura when he was angry.
Unless he has experienced hundreds of battles and experienced the baptism of blood, a person would never exude such a terrifying aura.
Almost at the moment when Ye Feng's violent energy evaporated, everyone had a feeling that Ye Feng really dared to kill Zhou Tai.
"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Ye Feng said as if talking to himself.
Having said this, he suddenly raised his sword arm forward, and the sharp sword point immediately cut a two-inch long gash in Zhou Tai's snow-white neck.
Dripping blood flowed down Zhou Tai's neck. Seeing this scene, the timid people turned away in fear. But Zhou Tai, who had just challenged Ye Feng with his head held high, turned pale in an instant.
"Although I don't want to kill, it doesn't mean that I don't dare to kill. Have you ever thought about it? With my talent, after killing you, I will be punished by facing a wall for a year and a half at most, but I will never receive a more severe punishment."
Ye Feng's voice was so low that only he and Zhou Tai could hear it.
After hearing Ye Feng's words, Zhou Tai's already pale face lost the last trace of color.
Yes, Ye Feng is just a newly promoted outer court disciple. With his status, if he misbehaves in the inner court, he will be severely punished. However, in addition to being a newly promoted outer court disciple, he is also a sixth-level swordsman.
scholar.
That was a sixth-level swordsman. Looking at the inner courtyard, there would be no more than 200 such people. And Ye Feng, as a newly promoted disciple of the outer courtyard, had the strength of a sixth-level swordsman, which was enough to make the sect master and the elders look at him differently.
It is purely reasonable and has its own unique value. But Zhou Tai understands that in terms of value and development potential, he, an inner court disciple with three years of experience, has no way to compare with Ye Feng. If things get serious, the sect would rather sacrifice
He would not offend Ye Feng, a person of greater value.
Thinking of all the possibilities, Zhou Tai couldn't help but look ashen, and the little courage and pride he had left collapsed in an instant.
Looking at Ye Feng in panic, he muttered: "I'll give you money."
Zhou Tai's trembling action of taking out the banknotes from his chest pocket made Han Nu, who was standing not far away, stand in shock.
Although Han Nu was very dissatisfied with Zhou Tai's timid behavior, he couldn't say anything when he thought of Zhou Tai's current situation.
Li Shui Sword Sect has always respected the strong, but Ye Feng's performance has made Han Nu completely despair.
The noisy training ground became deathly silent at this moment. Some of the inner courtyard disciples who were eager to beat up Longwen and others all had cold sweat on their palms.
Sixth-level swordsmen were definitely not something they could contend with. Unless the top 100 masters from the inner courtyard who rarely showed up took action personally, their group of inner courtyard disciples would be doomed this time.
Outside the training ground, a burst of rapid footsteps startled everyone who was stunned.
Everyone turned around and saw the person coming. They all subconsciously moved to the sides to make way for the person coming.
What entered the crowd was a group of young people wearing dark purple swordsman costumes. Unlike Han Nu and others who were in disorganized costumes, this group of people not only wore exactly the same clothes, but even the long swords they wore were carved out of the same mold.
There were more than twenty people coming, and the leader was a handsome young man with a medium build, sharp facial contours, and a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars.
Seeing Zhou Tai tremblingly taking out the banknotes from his pocket, a cold light suddenly flashed in the man's eyes.
"I have just been to the new disciples station, and I am still wondering where you new disciples are hiding? I really didn't expect that you are so bold that you dare to go to the training ground to cause trouble." The man said calmly.
Suddenly, his expression turned cold, he waved his hand fiercely, and shouted loudly: "Come here, surround these new disciples. I want to see how bold they are, how dare they rob the veteran inner court disciples."
After the man finished speaking, the twenty or so swordsmen beside him immediately dispersed, surrounding Ye Feng and Lang Wen in the center.
Seeing that he was surrounded by people, a ruthless look flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He had long known that defeating Han Nu and Zhou Tai would not be enough to deter the other inner courtyard disciples. Now, this man with obvious status appeared in front of him.
It just so happened that he found a worthy opponent.
"Do you dare to fight them?" Ye Feng glanced at the purple-robed swordsmen surrounding them and asked.
Longwen nodded, and a sense of pride rose up from his body. As a person who has held the title of the number one master in the outer court for five years, Longwen's arrogance in his heart is no worse than anyone else.
Just now, Ye Feng's behavior of defeating Han Nu and Zhou Tai with two moves had already made his blood boil.
Now that he heard Ye Feng's question, he immediately geared up and wished he could fight with someone right away.
Not only Lang Wen nodded firmly, but Lu Fei, Pu Yuan, Lei Ming and others also nodded vigorously.
Although they knew that the purple-shirted man in front of them named Wu Taohan was a sixth-level peak swordsman ranked nearly 100 in the inner courtyard, the group of purple-shirted swordsmen beside him were all around level four.
But there was no fear in their hearts.
Life is all about integrity and pride. In the past ten days, they have suffered enough oppression. What they want to do from the bottom of their hearts is to fight to the end against these people who bully them.
Seeing everyone's high fighting spirit, Ye Feng smiled slightly. He lowered his voice and said: "Listen, everyone, your biggest advantage now is that you are about to participate in the trial competition. The inner court disciples dare not hurt you. No problem if you can't beat them, you can fight
They fight tooth and nail, and no matter how strong they are, they will never win if they are timid."
After Ye Feng finished speaking, everyone in Langwen smiled knowingly. Without waiting for Ye Feng's instructions, everyone waved their long swords and faced the group of purple-robed swordsmen who surrounded them.
The Zishan Hall is a small group privately established by the disciples of the inner court of the Li Shui Sword Sect. The reputation of this group among the many small circles in the inner court is not very high, but the members of the hall are all the weakest level four.
Master of swordsmanship.
On weekdays, only the Zishan Hall disciples bully others, but no one dares to fight against them. In the long run, wherever the Zishan Hall disciples pass, those disciples who are not protected by any power will all take a detour.
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At this moment, Langwen and others rushed forward with their long swords brandished, which made the disciples watching the excitement around them stunned. On the one hand, they expected to teach the disciples in the outer courtyard a lesson, but on the other hand, they also hoped that the domineering Zishantang would be rewarded with a lesson.
teach you a lesson to curb your behavior.
As soon as everyone exchanged blows, the crowd watching the excitement quickly retreated away.
On the entire training ground, only about twenty disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall could be seen fighting against the ragged Langwen men.
Among the people in Langwen, the strongest ones are only second-level swordsmen, but most of them are first-level swordsmen or fifth-level swordsmen. With their strength, if they want to fight against a fourth-level swordsman, it will be the same as committing suicide.
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However, even such an extremely vulnerable group has exerted its own momentum and courage at this moment.
Whenever the long swords in the hands of the disciples of Zishan Hall were stabbed, Langwen and others would show narrow smiles on their faces. Facing the sword edge, they not only did not dodge, but deliberately faced it with their bodies.
Their act of committing suicide fell in the eyes of the Zishan Hall disciples, who were immediately frightened and had to take back their swords.
Just as Ye Feng analyzed, they dared to bully the new disciples, but they did not dare to hurt others. Before Ye Feng and the others entered the inner courtyard from the outer courtyard, all the inner courtyard disciples received a command from the Elder Hall, prohibiting them from seriously injuring the new disciples.
Disciples from the outer courtyard.
In the Lishui Sword Sect, the Elder Hall represents overwhelming power. Although it is just a password, many inner court disciples dare not violate it.
Originally, they thought that beating the new disciples to the ground would be enough to frighten the newcomers out of fear, but they never expected that these newcomers were all desperate desperadoes, and all they used were desperate fighting methods.
One side fought tooth and nail, while the other did not dare to hurt others. This made the Zishan Hall disciples timid when fighting, and made Longman and others even more unscrupulous.
At the edge of the training ground, Longman burst into laughter as he faced the siege of two Purple Shirt Hall disciples.
Seeing a disciple stabbing him with a sword, he immediately moved forward with his body to meet him. Seeing that the other disciple was so frightened that he immediately retracted his sword in his hand, and he quickly thrust out the sword blade in his hand without losing the opportunity.
"Poof", the sword edge pierced the shoulder of the Zishan Hall disciple who was unable to retreat. The disciple let out a wailing cry and stepped back several steps before steadying his steps and standing on the spot.
After standing still, this disciple had lost the courage to attack. He covered his bleeding shoulder with his hand and looked angrily at Longwen, who was still facing the sword edge with his body, trembling all over.
"Despicable, obscene, shameless!" At the same time, all the Zishan Hall disciples had this thought in their hearts.
Just like the disciple who was defeated with a sword on his shoulder, nearly ten Zishan Hall disciples suffered physical injuries and were forced to leave the battlefield during just a cup of tea.
They had no advantage in a two-on-one fight, let alone a one-on-one fight. Another half-stick of incense time had passed, and only three disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall were left uninjured.
But even if these three people were not injured, the situation was not much better. Facing the fierce attack of Longman's people, they did not dare to wield the sword at all, they could only use their swords to defend themselves.
The scene that happened on the training ground made many onlookers stand in shock.
This was the first time in so many years that they had seen such a vulgar style of play.
But this kind of vulgar and obscene style of fighting was used so vividly by the people of Longman that the group of inner court disciples didn't know how to describe the people of Longman at this moment.