Brothers, give it a try, collect the red tickets as hard as you can, Sword Bite has dropped from tenth to twelfth, and it will be out of the list soon. There will be another chapter at one o'clock in the afternoon, and the fourth update at five o'clock in the evening, thank you.
In the inner courtyard of Lishui Sword Sect, there are countless different small circles. In order to increase the popularity of the circle, most people will choose a resounding name for their circle.
For example, the Zishantang where Wu Taohan works, and the Huamen founded by Jing Hua, the top master in the inner court, are all representatives of this kind of force.
The sect does not put much control over the small circles formed by Jian Zong disciples in private. Moreover, some sect elders strongly advocate that Jian Zong disciples form cliques. After all, the existence of such groups has invisibly increased the cohesion among the disciples.
It also enables everyone to be more positive and practice hard.
On the third day after the establishment of the Sword Alliance, the number of members had grown to more than sixty. Most of those who defected to the Sword Alliance came because of Ye Feng's identity as a disciple of Hai Wu Ya's closed school.
Although it is not difficult to guess their utilitarian motives, the addition of this group of disciples has undoubtedly made things easier for everyone in Longman.
Now that things have happened, there will no longer be any small circle that dares to bully the people of Longwen. Thinking of the newly established Sword Alliance, even the famous free man in the inner court, the seventh-level swordsman He Huan, was attracted to join. Those who have ideas for Longwen and others
People have to think twice before they act.
In the past three days, Ye Feng has figured out the truth of the matter.
The news that he was a disciple of Hai Wuya was entirely a spontaneous speculation by the disciples in the academy. However, before many disciples speculated, the people who played a role in fueling the flames were Chen Ling and his two disciples.
If Chen Ling's two disciples hadn't spread the news that Ye Feng had entered the Lishui Sword Tomb to practice, and if it hadn't been for the rumor spreading outside, but Hai Wuya never came forward to refute the rumor, the disciples in the inner courtyard would never have believed it.
Hai Wuya, who announced many years ago that he would not accept disciples, would accept Ye Feng as his closed disciple.
As for the man in black who was dormant outside the new disciple's camp that day, Ye Feng has also investigated his origin.
The man in black is called Fu Tianlin. His strength has reached the level of a second-level swordsman. He is one of the top ten masters in the Li Shui Sword Sect's inner court.
Fu Tianlin hid in the woods that day, probably to catch a glimpse of Ye Feng's appearance. According to insiders, Fu Tianlin had always been under the care of Hai Wuya. Although Hai Wuya did not accept him as a disciple, he treated him well.
Almost like a disciple.
As Fu Tianlin acted voyeuristically, it is not difficult to see that he wanted to compete with Ye Feng. However, there was one thing Ye Feng couldn't understand. Now that Fu Tianlin was here, why would he be discovered by him?
Then, he left in a hurry.
There was one day left before the start of the trial competition for the disciples of the four major sects. On this day, Ye Feng, as usual, walked through several tree-lined belts and took a detour to the waterfall in front of the cliff at the back of the Sword Sect.
Not far ahead, a waterfall hundreds of meters wide fell across the sky. The surging water fell from a height of tens of meters and fell into the lake below, immediately creating a thunderous explosion.
Standing on the edge of the pool below the waterfall, Ye Feng slowly drew out his long sword.
As he danced the long sword meticulously, pieces of silver-white sword light lingered in the void in front of the waterfall.
After practicing the offensive and defensive moves of Zhusha Sword Technique, Ye Feng's momentum suddenly changed.
Standing on the rock, he suddenly became like an unsheathed sword, exuding a sharp and suffocating pressure.
Suddenly, Ye Feng jumped into the air. He jumped with all his strength and instantly pushed him to a height of five meters.
The moment he soared into the air, the long sword in his hand slashed downwards. The sword light emitted from the sword exploded for more than ten meters, making it look like he was wielding a lightsaber more than ten meters long in his hand.
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There was a loud "boom", and the long sword in Ye Feng's hand struck hard on the water.
The power surged and the water flow surged. When the long sword was completely submerged into the lake, a wave of water that was more than thirty meters high exploded on the surface of the lake.
Below the water waves, the calm lake surface seemed to be cut open, revealing a ravine half a meter wide and more than ten meters long.
The ravine was only just formed when it was submerged by the waves.
The calm water surface stirred up layers of ripples. If it weren't for the circles of circular ripples rippling on the surface of the lake, no one would have been able to tell that this lake had been cut open by someone's force.
Seeing the lake calm down so quickly, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.
He has been practicing the water-splitting sword style of the three unique sword techniques for a while. But even so, he can still only exert 20% of the power of the sword technique.
Ye Feng knew clearly in his heart that if Xiao Bai had used the Water Dividing Sword Style just now, a deep trench several meters deep would have been cut out at the bottom of the lake. But now, even if he used 100% of his power, he could still only use 100% of his power.
Through water about three meters deep.
Sitting on the rock below the waterfall, Ye Feng carefully understood the feeling of using the Water Splitting Sword Style just now.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and then he stood up suddenly and shot towards the distant grass like a sharp arrow.
"Who?" Ye Feng shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand suddenly and threw the long sword in his hand towards the grass in the same way as he would hit a hidden weapon.
The sharp sword, carrying a thunderous momentum, made a sharp whistle in mid-air.
At the moment when the long sword was about to pierce into the grass, a silver-white sword energy suddenly burst out from the center of the grass, hitting the long sword straight.
The "Qiang" air flow hit the sword and made an explosive sound like gold and iron.
The high-level murderous sword exploded immediately under the impact of this airflow, turning into countless iron filings and splashing into the grass all around.
Ye Feng's expression suddenly changed when he noticed sword energy shooting out from the grass.
In sword cultivation, only strong swordsmen and above can release sword energy. But the man lurking in the grass at this moment released such powerful sword energy with just a raise of his hand. How could he not surprise Ye Feng?
In the center of the grass, the green thatch was shaking. As the thatch shook violently, a black figure slowly stood up from the grass.
The man hiding in the grass was wearing a pure black outfit. Not only was his body wrapped very tightly, but his face was also covered with a layer of black gauze.
After the man in black stood up, he turned his attention to Ye Feng.
That was such a sharp gaze. Under the other person's gaze, Ye Feng had the strange feeling of being stripped away for the first time in his life.
"Ye Feng?" The man in black's voice was particularly hoarse, like nails scratching on glazed tiles.
Hearing the voice of the man in black, Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
"Fu Tianlin?" Ye Feng did not answer the other party's question, but asked instead.
"It's me." The man in black admitted frankly without hiding it.
Ye Feng couldn't help but be shocked when he learned that the other party was really Fu Tianlin. In recent days, the person he paid most attention to was Fu Tianlin. If he guessed correctly, Fu Tianlin had secretly monitored him again and again, and rumors must have spread to the outside world.
Yes, it has something to do with the fact that he is a closed disciple of Hai Wuya.
Slowly, Ye Feng placed his hand on the hilt of the spare sword at his waist.
Just as his palm was about to grasp the hilt of the sword, Fu Tianlin suddenly moved.
Without seeing any movement from Fu Tianlin, his body jumped forward more than ten meters.
Seeing that Fu Tianlin was about to pounce in front of him, Ye Feng tensed up and stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand without hesitation.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and Fu Tianlin's palm hit the oncoming sword.
The flesh-colored palm came into contact with the sword's edge and was not harmed at all. Instead, it broke the sword's edge.
Fu Tianlin held the half-cut sword in his hand, with a playful smile flashing in his eyes.
After casually throwing away the dagger, he looked directly at Ye Feng and said: "Boy, you misunderstood my purpose. Although I am deeply loved by Sect Master Hai, I have not yet reached the point of bullying others. I spied on you again and again.
On the one hand, I want to see your strength, on the other hand, I want to ask you a favor."
"I am not a close disciple of Sect Master Hai." Ye Feng did not respond to Tianlin's words.
Fu Tianlin smiled slightly, and the black mask on his face shook slightly: "Yes, of course I know that you are not a close disciple of the sect master. The sect master once told me that he will never accept any disciples in this life."
Fu Tianlin took a step forward and continued: "Junior brother Ye, actually what I am asking you for is not that difficult. The day after tomorrow is the trial competition for the disciples of the four major sects. What I am asking you for is that you can
In the sect competition, he severely defeated the disciples of the Transformation Sect."
"Also, I won't ask for your help in vain. I have a mid-level sword with thunder and lightning attributes here, and I will give it to you as well. I believe that with your strength, combined with this sword, you will be able to
I will shine in the trial competition." As he spoke, Fu Tianlin shook his palm slightly, and a blue sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Feeling the surging thunder power contained in the sword, Ye Feng's eyelids moved slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Since entering the inner courtyard of Li Shui Sword Sect, this is the second time Ye Feng has heard someone asking him to defeat the disciples of the Transformation Sect.
It was Hai Wuya and many elders who mentioned this matter for the first time, and that time of equal exchange, he was lucky enough to enter the Li Shui Sword Tomb.
This time, Fu Tianlin mentioned defeating the Transformation Sect again, which made Ye Feng very puzzled.
As one of the four major sects, it is not uncommon for them to have conflicts with each other. However, it seems that it should not be Fu Tianlin's turn to worry about defeating the Transformation Sect.
And seeing Fu Tianlin take out an intermediate-level sword without showing any distress, Ye Feng became even more suspicious of Fu Tianlin's identity.
Even among the disciples of the inner court of the Sword Sect, not everyone has the opportunity to obtain a low-level sword. Fu Tianlin casually gave away a mid-level sword to others. This behavior showed his extraordinary status.
Reaching out to take the Thunder Soul Chasing Sword handed over by Fu Tianlin, Ye Feng didn't say much.
After nodding towards Fu Tianlin, he turned around and walked towards the Sword Sect's station.
After Ye Feng left, Fu Tianlin also turned around and left. He did not return to the Sword Sect's station like Ye Feng, but instead quickly jumped away in the opposite direction.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Tianlin's figure disappeared among the vast mountains.
The moment his figure disappeared, Ye Feng, who was walking forward, suddenly turned around, looked at the direction in which he disappeared, and nodded thoughtfully.