World Wide Martial Art

When Monk Duobao struck the magic pestle, the two appeared again in the bustling city, but the passers-by around them did not notice anything strange. Situ

All the way to the city gate, Monk Duobao didn't say a word, looking a little nostalgic.

It wasn't until he stood in front of the city gate that Ye Feng couldn't help but ask: "Master, you only come here once a year, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Aren't you old friends who have been with us for many years?"

"Hi, monk, I really have something to do."

Monk Duobao's eyes were a little sad, and he smiled bitterly and said, "We have to go, the old man is not in good health, so we can't disturb him for too long..."

He shook his head helplessly.

Ye Feng suddenly felt that Monk Duobao was a little pitiful. After all, what he saw was just an afterimage.

"Okay, monk, I have done my best to be kind and righteous, and I have brought you a lot of benefits. Since I have given you the key to enter the formation, please come and visit me more often when you have time. You will benefit from it a lot."

Monk Duobao turned around to leave, but suddenly turned back and said, "Don't forget, the soul-calling flute that the monk gave you... If there is really something urgent, don't be pretentious, just blow it. ”

"Thank you, Master." Ye Feng felt a little reluctant and bowed to Monk Duobao.

Qin Jiuyue, Queen Nishang, Chi Wuyu, and even his master, Xuexianshi Su, all had the slightest intention of using him. Only this handsome monk only supported and cared for him, without any selfish motives.

This kindness really moved Ye Feng.

When he saw Monk Duobao flying up, Ye Feng suddenly felt a little dazed and had an indescribable weird feeling.

Suddenly, Monk Duobao suddenly dropped a voice in the air.

"You brat...be kind to this little girl..."

Then, the figure completely disappeared into the dark night.

"Master..." Ye Feng was stunned for a moment.

He smiled bitterly and sighed.

Yes, maybe Xu Xiaodie's formation and mental blindness can deceive others.

But after being an old friend for so many years, how could Monk Duobao not feel that the person sitting across from him was an empty shell?

"well……"

Ye Feng took out the jade slip that Xu Xiaodie gave him with some melancholy, stared at it for a moment, and then said with a bitter smile, "I will go and see her for you, old man, in the future..."

There are always important things in life that we miss, or partners.

The important thing is to relax your mind and face it calmly.

…

After putting away the jade slips, Ye Feng did not rush back to the other courtyard, but rushed to the Ye family residence without stopping.

When the Ye family was prosperous, this mansion was a landmark building in Wukang City.

It's a pity that the scenery is not there. When Ye Feng came to the splendid gate, he only saw the desolate look of the gate.

"Um?"

In the courtyard, an old man was meditating. When he felt the breath of a king-level practitioner, he opened his eyes and flew over at an extremely fast speed.

This person is Ye Jingwen.

And when he saw Ye Feng's face, a surge of anger instantly surged in his heart.

Ye Feng?

This little brat actually dares to come from his mansion in broad daylight?

"Little bastard, I think you don't know how to live or die!"

Ye Jingwen roared angrily and jumped up without even saying a greeting.

In the palm of his left hand, there was a surge of blood.

A bloody force ignited, exuding a terrifying power.

No one can protect Ye Feng now... I can always get rid of Ye Feng, right?

"I came here under the order of the dean to rescue your Ye family. Elder Ye, is this your way of hospitality?" Ye Feng's face turned cold and he stopped not far away.

"What? Li Jiutian asked you to come?"

Hearing this name, Rao Shiye Jingwen couldn't help but have a look of fear on his face. The palm power I was about to mention has been retracted by more than half.

"Exactly. Don't your Ye family want to return to the mountain gate of the other courtyard? The dean asked me to come..."

"snort."

But before Ye Feng could finish speaking, the ferocious look on Ye Wenwen's face appeared again, "Do you think you can use chicken feathers as command arrows? So what if you were ordered by Li Jiutian? You humiliated and ridiculed me many times in other courtyards, Ye Home, if I don’t say a word, I can’t calm down.”

"In this case, don't blame me for bullying the small. I will suppress my cultivation to the third level of the King Realm like you. If you can win my three moves, I will let you in."

"I will suppress my cultivation to the third level of King Realm and take three moves from you? Haha, why not?" Ye Feng laughed loudly and agreed directly.

If Ye Jingwen relies on his own strength and goes all out, it is obviously impossible for him to withstand the opponent's three moves.

But the third level of King Realm?

Hehe, why should I be afraid?

"Seven evil palms."

Ye Jingwen smiled sinisterly.

The Seven Evil Palms are composed of seven kinds of evil spirits.

Although it is a trick that cannot be put on the table, it has strong practical significance.

One of the evil spirits is called Yin evil spirit. Even if it hits the enemy but cannot kill it with one blow, it will cause the body to rot and cannot be cured...

This trick would never be used by Ye Jingwen normally, and the reason why he was able to climb to the position of elder was because of his ruthless attacks and careful thinking.

Now, although he suppressed his cultivation because he was worried about being retaliated by other institutes, he still used sinister tricks, which shows that he is indeed full of hatred for Ye Feng.

"Evil spirit?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Compared to the extremely rich and strange evil energy in the tomb of the Great Saint Peacock, the fact that Ye Jingwen suppressed his cultivation was obviously nothing.

The more important point is that now that Ye Feng has regained the ability to use strange fire, and has the strange fire martial arts to protect his body, there is nothing he can do about the evil spirits such as evil spirits.

"Whizzing!"

Kunpeng Jiutian's movement speeded up Ye Feng several times, and Ye Jingwen actually felt like he couldn't see clearly.

Ye Feng seemed to want to know his own strength, and after condensing a fist wind, he fought back fiercely.

"Ten Directions Bagua Fist!"

boom!

There was a dull roar in the air, and Ye Feng's evil spirit was shaken away by Ye Jingwen, making him look stern.

He quickly activated his Yuanli Armor to resist the evil spirit scattered in the air, so as not to suffer the consequences. However, he found that Ye Feng's expression was as usual. After the blow, a slender sword appeared in his hand.

With one strike of the sword, the shadow of the sword danced, reflecting thousands of stars.

"Huh? Perception?"

If the previous punch had allowed Ye Wenwen to remain calm, now seeing Ye Feng's inspired sword moves, he could no longer maintain his composure.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Not only is the brat good at swordsmanship, but he has also reached the realm of perception with his swordsmanship?"

For a moment, Ye Jingwen was a little stunned.

He is also a swordsman.

After being immersed in the long cultivation of the fourth level of swordsmanship for many years, he has only reached the peak of transparency.