The invitation letter of the Qingyun Sect Disciples Recruitment Conference was half a year later, so Ye Feng still has half a year to practice. No one who can participate in the Qingyun Sect Disciples Recruitment Conference is weak. This time, Ye Feng cannot let himself lose, and he must not let his incident in the Ye family happen again.

Clenched his fists, Ye Feng smiled confidently.

On the back mountain, Ye Feng began to practice without leaving home.

This practice took half a year.

On the back mountain, Ye Feng looked at a huge rock in front of him. The huge rock was more than twice as high as Ye Feng, and its width was also extremely amazing, and it looked like an indestructible fortress.

Ye Feng looked at the giant fortress in front of him lightly, and his body was running wildly, and finally gathered on his right hand, shouting loudly: "The low-level martial arts of Xuan level break through the air." The fighting spirit flowed rapidly, and a faint blue light was emitted on Ye Feng's fist. The right fist was swung violently, and the fierce energy seemed to tear the air and made a sharp whistling sound.

Boom, Ye Feng's right fist hit the huge rock. Crack, almost at the moment of collision, the huge rock made a crack sound, as if overwhelmed. Ye Feng's fist was embedded on the huge rock. At the same time, a large number of cracks appeared around him quickly. At the next moment, Boom, the cracks of the huge rock instantly spread to the entire huge rock, bang, burst into countless pieces and scattered away.

This Breaking Fist was given by an old man in the green robe who was accidentally rescued by Ye Feng half a year ago. In addition to the invitation letter for the Qingyun Sect’s disciple recruitment conference, Ye Feng originally wanted to spend a lot of effort to practice this Xuan-level low-level martial arts, but when he was just practicing, Ye Feng quickly found that his understanding seemed to have improved after the change of his body that day. Practicing Breaking Fist was a natural and very easy. In Ye Feng's hands, the low-level Xuan-level martial arts that others need to practice for half a year, he successfully practiced in just five days. What a demonic understanding.

After that, Ye Feng began to practice with all his strength. In the past six months, Ye Feng's cultivation has been improved to a high-level warrior. In half a year, he has crossed two levels from a first-level warrior to a high-level warrior. This is the genius of the Ye family back then, and now he has regained his confidence and practiced like a fish in water.

While practicing, Ye Feng also discovered another advantage of his body, that is, his body. After experiencing the changes in his mind and the soaking of the blood pool, the strength of his body is simply astonishing. His explosive power is quite powerful, and his power is several times stronger. His muscles are like steel. The ordinary Iron Sword can only leave a faint white mark, which cannot scratch Ye Feng's body. However, the fighting spirit of the warrior is not included.

It is a world of difference compared to Ye Feng six months ago. Ye Feng has undergone earth-shaking changes today.

With his right fist back, Ye Feng smiled faintly: "It's been half a year so soon. Ye Ge, I wonder if you are ready? Do you know that this time, I will push you back again."

Boom, Ye Feng kicked the ground with his feet, and his body jumped towards the bottom of the mountain like an arrow.

It is only two days before the Qingyun Sect recruitment meeting. Ye Feng also needs to pack up his clothes and prepare to return to Jiancang City. The Qingyun Sect recruitment meeting was held in Jiancang City. Qingyun Sect recruits disciples in all cities in Wushang Empire, but only a few people are recruited in each city, so those who can be selected for the Qingyun Sect are outstanding people. Ye Feng is bound to win this quota.

The Wei family in Xingling Village is no longer as arrogant as before. After experiencing the incident half a year ago, the Wei family has restrained a lot, and the Xingling Village is also peaceful and life is comfortable.

After returning to the Ye family, he packed up his clothes briefly, and Ye Feng said goodbye to Uncle Liu. Ye Feng grew up under Uncle Liu's supervision, as kind as his child. This time, Ye Feng was leaving. Although Uncle Liu was reluctant to leave, he could only silently wish Ye Feng, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

Ye Feng left Xingling Village and marched towards Jiancangcheng.

An hour later, Ye Feng returned to Jiancang City and looked up at the magnificent gate of Jiancang City. He looked dazed and revisited the old place. In the blink of an eye, time had passed by half a year. The head of the Ye family, Wuyi, are you okay?

Shaking his head and expelling his thoughts, Ye Feng walked into the city with great strides. Everything in the city seemed to be much more prosperous than half a year ago. After all, the three-year recruitment meeting of Qingyun Sect is about to come. Every time, the scale of the Qingyun Sect construction competition is extremely grand, attracting many people to come and observe. Even if you don’t attend this conference, you can feast your eyes and make good use of this trip. In addition, you may be able to get the appreciation of the Qingyun Sect host or make friends with people from other families, and you will be able to rise to the top. Therefore, every time the conference comes, the crowds of people in the Jianshou City are surging, with dragons and snakes mixed, and there are three or nine-rate figures, but you dare not mess with Qingyun Sect. As the largest sect in the Wushang Empire, its majesty is still unparalleled.

Ye Feng first found an inn and settled down. Because the conference was about to come, the inns in the city were crowded and almost crowded. After finally finding an inn, Ye Feng walked out and walked around casually.

While walking, he pondered. Before he knew it, Ye Feng walked to the ring in the center of Jiancang City again. The ring was filled with people and the crowds were surging.

Jiancangcheng built a ring in the middle of the city to allow daily competitions and competitions. Most of the regular visitors to this ring are four major families distributed in the southeast, west, north, and north, and south. The four major families are Ye, Zhao, Lin, and Fang. As the most powerful force in Jiancangcheng, they have always checked and balanced each other. The development model of the four major families is the same, recruiting good cultivation seedlings from all over the place to supplement the family's strength.

Because he was born as a teenager, he should have a sense of aura, so no one in the four major families would convince anyone, so he became a regular visitor to this arena.

As a genius with excellent qualifications in the Ye family, whenever other disciples of the Ye family are bullied by the other three disciples, Ye Feng will stand up for them and beat the other three disciples to the point of falling into pieces, which is quite like a big brother.

The noise sounded in front of his ears, huh? Ye Feng raised his head in confusion. What happened? His eyes shifted to the center of the ring. Ye Feng's pupils shrank, and it was Wuyi.

On the ring, Ye Wuyi stood there a little at a loss. Her two slender jade hands clutched the clothes tightly, her pretty face was at a loss, her cherry mouth was pursed, and her long eyelashes kept shaking, and she stood on the ring a little helplessly.

Ye Feng grew up with Ye Wuyi since childhood. He knew that Ye Wuyi had been practicing hard, but he would never cause trouble, and never compete with others in martial arts, so he was confused. On the opposite side of the ring, Ye Feng recognized that he was Zhao Shangjie, a disciple of the Zhao family. He relied on his good qualifications and bullied many Ye family disciples before.

Ye Feng's eyes were sharp and his eyes flashed. Now he dared to mess with Ye Wuyi's head. He was so impatient.

Zhao Shangjie looked at Ye Wuyi and laughed: "Are you also a disciple of the Ye family? I have never seen you before!"

Ye Wuyi pursed her lips and didn't say anything, looking at Zhao Shangjie with anger.

Zhao Shangjie continued to laugh and said, "What's wrong? Want to stand up for Ye Feng, ha, isn't that just a waste? Is it worth it?" Ye Wuyi looked at Zhao Shangjie angrily and said, "You are not allowed to say bad things about Brother Ye Feng."

"Oh, oh!" Zhao Shangjie laughed a little lewdly: "Where is Brother Ye Feng? It seems that Ye Feng is not good to you! But I insist on saying, what are you doing? Look, I am much better than your brother Ye Feng. I am a beginner warrior. Ye Feng is not just a waste, not even a warrior. Otherwise, you can follow me! Haha." Zhao Shangjie can see that the girl in front of him has absolutely no experience in martial arts competition. He just got angry in the Zhao family and couldn't vent it. Although the other party was a female, she asked for it.

Moreover, when Ye Feng was still in the Ye family, Zhao Shangjie was suppressed by Ye Feng and was bullied by Ye Feng one after another. He had already been full of anger. Now Ye Feng cannot break through to the warrior, which naturally makes him feel relieved.

Hearing Zhao Shangjie speak out, a waste, and the other one is closed, an angry flame burst out from Ye Wuyi's eyes, and she was about to be unable to help but take action.

At this moment, one hand gently put on Ye Wuyi's slender shoulders. Ye Wuyi was slightly stunned. When she turned her head and saw the familiar boy in black. The beautiful eyes suddenly filled with water vapor. He threw himself into Ye Feng's arms and sobbed softly: "Brother Ye Feng, you are finally back."

How can a dignified man make a delicate beauty stand out? Ye Feng held the beauty in his arms, patted Ye Wuyi's back gently, and said gently: "Yeah. I'm back."

Ye Wuyi cried with joy in Ye Feng's arms and began to sob softly. There was a sudden silence around the ring. Who is this young man?

Ye Feng's appearance made Zhao Shangjie's pupils shrink and he was about to speak. Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes slashed, and an invisible light burst out, which suddenly scared Zhao Shangjie and wriggled his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything. The inexplicable fear made Zhao Shangjie unable to speak.

After a while, Zhao Shangjie woke up and was actually scared by Ye Feng's eyes. He is now different from the past. With the cultivation of a first-level warrior, Ye Feng can know the difference between the two. He will never be a match for a warrior innately, so how could his cultivation be better than him?

Ye Feng looked cold and bullied Ye Wuyi on the head. Not to mention your insult to me, I will not let you go with this.
Chapter completed!