The sword intent was vast and boundless, forming an imposing presence!
The vast Mingjian Mountain Villa seemed to be swept by a vast and magnificent river, the sound of swords ringing out in unison!
Wang Yixing stood amidst it all…
Like a lone boat in the raging waves, unable to control himself!
“Uncle, what’s going on?!”
Bai Li Dong Jun awoke from his drunken stupor, instinctively covering his ears.
“This is sword momentum!”
The answer came not from Wen Hu Jiu, but from Wushuang City’s Elder Cheng Yu, his voice trembling: “In the past, when Sword Immortals clashed, they could use their sword intent and sword momentum to cause ten thousand swords to ring out in unison…”
While Elder Cheng Yu marveled, the Great River Sword Intent had already vanished.
The next moment.
Wang Yixing sheathed his wooden sword, gave a slight bow to Ye Feng, and then walked off the stage.
“Is it over?”
Bai Li Dong Jun, confused, asked in astonishment.
“It’s over.”
Wen Hu Jiu chuckled: “With that stinky Daoist’s Immeasurable Sword Art, he should be able to spar with Young Master Ye for ten or so moves on stage, but he might be carried off…”
“Why?”
Bai Li Dong Jun still didn’t understand. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a low rebuke from the next table: “Sit down!”
Wushuang City’s Elder Cheng Yu, with a solemn expression, forcibly pressed down the young man beside him, a natural sword embryo.
The young man, looking at Ye Feng on the stage, was filled with discontent: “Elder, I…”
“Yan Hui, his sword momentum is complete, you are no match for him with just swordsmanship!”
Elder Cheng Yu explained in a low voice: “If I’m not mistaken, his true qi is thick and profound, he might already have entered the realm of Unrestrained!”
“What!”
Song Yan Hui’s pupils widened in disbelief.
The expressions of the people from Wushuang City varied. When they looked at the stage again, their eyes held an extra tinge of jealousy.
“Wushuang City, you’re just too old, you lack a bit of youthful spirit…”
Wen Hu Jiu took a sip of wine, shaking his head: “What does it matter if you can’t win, failure is the mother of success, right?!”
The people from Wushuang City: “…”
“Uncle Master.”
After Wang Yixing stepped off the stage, the young Daoist boy who greeted him expressed his discontent: “Why did you forfeit without fighting.”
“Because Uncle Master can’t win…”
Wang Yixing scratched his head, taking him by the hand, and instead of returning to their seat, he walked towards Wen Hu Jiu: “Our table is too crowded, my junior nephew can’t really eat his fill, Brother Wen, would you be willing to share some wine and drinks?”
“You stinky Daoist are kind of interesting, feel free…”
Wen Hu Jiu took another sip of wine.
“Brother Wen, is Young Master Ye Feng a junior of your Wen family?”
Wang Yixing sat down, his sleeves fluttering, and looked at Ye Feng, who stood with his hands behind his back on the stage, curiously asking: “He’s not that old, why does he have such a vast and boundless sword intent?”
Only Wang Yixing, who had directly faced the Great River Sword Intent, knew how terrifying the sword momentum was…
At that moment, he felt like he was facing a towering, overwhelming wave, he didn’t even have the courage to take a step forward, let alone draw his sword!
“He is my nephew…”
Wen Hu Jiu pointed at Lei Meng Sha’s forehead.
“Correct.”
Lei Meng Sha immediately put on an expression of pride, laughing loudly: “My nephew, hahahaha!”
“No wonder Young Master Ye Feng has no sword in his hand…”
Wang Yixing showed an expression of understanding: “So he is a junior of the Lei Family Manor…”
It was common knowledge…
The Lei Family Manor had sealed their blades and hung up their swords, forbidding their members from practicing swordsmanship.
Upon hearing this.
Ye Feng’s lips twitched slightly, what Lei Family Manor junior?
This is a sign of changing his surname?
“Uncle Lei, accept this sword…”
Ye Feng stood proudly on the stage, and no one dared to challenge him anymore. He flicked his finger, his true qi circulated, and he summoned the sword to fly directly to Lei Meng Sha: “Ye Feng has not failed your expectations, he has already helped you obtain the Fire God Sword…”
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【Ding! +100 emotion points from Lei Meng Sha!】
【Ding! From…】
“Hami?!”
With the Fire God Sword in his hand, Lei Meng Sha didn’t feel any warmth, on the contrary, his spine went cold, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead!
Around him, were the unfriendly gazes of countless martial artists!
Ye Thief has harmed me!
Lei Meng Sha cried out miserably in his heart…
He, the current senior disciple of the Lei Family Manor, had won the Cloud Heaven Ranked Sword of the Trial Sword Conference, not to mention what would happen when he returned to the Lei Family Manor, just the looks of these martial artists, wanted to kill him on the spot!
Fortunately!
Lei Meng Sha was also a quick-witted person. Facing countless cold stares, he took a deep breath and bowed to Ye Feng: “Then I will thank Young Master Ye on behalf of my daughter for this gift of the sword…”
“As you all know, my wife is a successor of the Heart Sword lineage, and my daughter has loved swords since she was young…”
“Lei is restricted by ancestral teachings, I can’t personally claim the sword, so I had to ask Young Master Ye to help me, please don’t blame me!”
“Don’t blame you!”
After Lei Meng Sha’s heartfelt words, many martial artists withdrew their cold glares. The latter adjusted their clothing, their backs were almost stuck to the chair.
“Really giving it to me? This is a Cloud Heaven Ranked Sword!”
After Ye Feng stepped off the stage, Lei Meng Sha’s hand holding the ‘Fire God Sword’ was a bit at a loss.
Although he didn’t practice swordsmanship, he also knew that the ‘Fire God Sword’ in his hand was extremely valuable, it was forged from the Broken Sword of the Heavenly Palace of the Kunlun Sword Immortal of yore. Even if it fell from the heavens, if it was placed in the world of martial arts, it would be a dream sword sought after by countless martial artists…
“Compared to Old Lei’s promise, what’s a Cloud Heaven Ranked Sword?”
Ye Feng sat down leisurely, with an air of righteousness:
“What promise?!”
Lei Meng Sha’s drunken stupor had faded half-way, but he hadn’t fully woken up.
Luo Xuan, on the side, kindly reminded him:
“Wanhua Tower!”
！！！
At that moment, Lei Meng Sha’s drunkenness vanished completely, replaced by a look of utter despair!
【Ding! +100 emotion points from Lei Meng Sha!】
【Ding! +100 emotion points from Lei Meng Sha!】
【Ding! +100 emotion points from Lei Meng Sha!】
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The continuous sound of prompts made Ye Feng’s eyes light up. He was only 20,000 emotion points away from 100,000.
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