"Poof" blood splashed, the head fell to the ground, and the face still showed endless confusion.
At this time, everyone except Ye Yang was dumbfounded. Even Meng Fei was no exception. How could anyone ask such a question?
The thick-browed man and the disciple took a long time to react and said with angry expressions, "Grandpa, why are you cheating like this? You obviously ran out of time when you recited the question. How can you ask others to answer?"
Ye Yang was stunned, then slowly took back the bloody sword in his hand, pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "What you said seems to make sense, then there will be no time limit next time."
The thick-browed man and the disciple were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood, but they dared not speak for fear of angering Ye Yang.
"Come out, I'm not in a time limit this time. Listen carefully to the questions and don't get distracted," Ye Yang said with a serious face.
The disciple who was named by Ye Yang was shocked. Looking at the corpse on the ground, his scalp felt numb.
In the past, they used their power to bully others and kill people like crazy, but today, death came in front of them, and they felt a sense of fear in their hearts.
Seeing the disciple walking out tremblingly, Ye Yang pointed at Meng Fei and said, "This boy's name is Meng Fei. The sword he is holding is called the Wild Wind Sword. It is a middle-grade spiritual weapon mixed with red gold and wind copper."
, and more than ten kinds of precious materials, it was crafted in seventy-seven forty-nine days.
It is beautiful yet domineering, domineering yet elegant, it is a very rare handicraft, so may I ask, what is the name of the second aunt of this boy named Meng Fei?"
The disciple was listening carefully to the question when he suddenly heard the twist and opened his mouth in surprise, "Ah..."
"puff"
A sword flew out, the head fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
Ye Yang calmly shook the long sword in his hand, shaking off the blood beads on it, and said seriously, "The answer is wrong, his second uncle is not married yet."
The man with thick eyebrows realized at this time that he no longer estimated his grandfather's identity and said angrily, "You are simply bullying me too much. If anyone can answer such a difficult question, you are just playing tricks on us."
Ye Yang frowned, turned around and asked Meng Fei, "Is it difficult?"
"It seems a bit." Meng Fei nodded and said with a smile.
"Oh, in that case, let's make it simple this time," Ye Yang said slightly apologetically.
The man with thick eyebrows suffered two big losses in a row and said angrily, "You say it's easy, but it always leads to problems."
"The question this time is really simple. Let's do it this way. I want to ask Meng Fei first to see if he can answer it?"
Ye Yang asked Meng Fei, "Meng Fei, how many suns are there in the sky?"
"Go back to the boss, there is one"
He nodded and said, "Very good, the answer is correct, so how many moons are there?"
Meng Fei suppressed his laughter and said seriously, "Tell me, boss, there is a moon."
Ye Yang then looked at the thick-browed man with a smile and said, "How about it, is it simple enough?"
The man with thick eyebrows rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, you can continue with the questions."
"Okay, then let me ask you how many stars are there in the sky?" Ye Yang smiled.
"Humph, I knew you would ask this question. Let me tell you, there are countless stars in the sky." The man with thick eyebrows said proudly, obviously prepared.
"puff"
The sword light protruded and sent chills everywhere. Although the man with thick eyebrows was prepared, he was froze by a terrifying pressure and was unable to dodge. His head was instantly chopped off.
Meng Fei looked at the thick-browed man with horror and unwillingness on his head, and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, he obviously got the answer right, why did you kill him?"
"That's right, this is an ancient battlefield. Where did the stars come from? Quickly clean them up and see if you can gain anything." Ye Yang cursed angrily.
Through Xiaotian's observation long ago, he discovered that these guys' hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, and they had no intention of letting them go. Killing them like this was just to entertain the audience.
Only then did Meng Fei come to his senses and hurriedly searched for the corpses around him. After a while, he returned to Ye Yang and said in surprise, "Boss, there are actually more than a dozen middle-grade treasures and two ancestral artifacts."
"Okay, put it away. By the way, how did you find out my identity?" This is what Ye Yang is wondering about. The disguise technique Jiuxuan taught him is extremely good. Even Ye Yuhan can't recognize it.
Come out for him.
"Hey, my spiritual power was instilled in me by the boss. When the boss appeared, the spiritual power in my body was sensed," Meng Fei said.
Only then did Ye Yang come to his senses and asked Meng Fei about his experience on the battlefield.
It turned out that after Meng Fei entered the battlefield, he immediately ran back to the safe area. By that time, everyone had already set off, and only Xiong Kaishan was waiting for him there.
So the two of them walked together. Although they encountered many dangers along the way, with Xiong Kaishan's defense and Meng Fei's spiritual attack, the two of them advanced very quickly.
However, in the past six months, the two of them have not gained much. However, because of the rich aura of the ancient battlefield, their cultivation has grown rapidly, and they have both reached the late stage of the sect master.
Just a month ago, when the two of them entered the center of the battlefield, Xiong Kaishan suddenly felt something in his heart and told Meng Fei that his ancestors were calling him.
And that battlefield was only suitable for monsters to travel, so the two had to separate. Xiong Kaishan went to find its inheritance, while Meng Fei began an independent adventure.
Just a few days ago, Meng Fei accidentally harvested an ancestral weapon on the battlefield and was immediately overjoyed. This was the treasure he needed most.
But what is extremely sad is that as soon as I got the treasure, I was targeted by others, and they fought all the way here. If Ye Yang hadn't appeared, I would have died here.
Meng Fei took out a long sword filled with cold air from the space ring with a proud look on his face. When the sword appeared, even the surrounding space felt like it was about to be torn apart and it neighed slightly.
"Good sword"
Even Ye Yang couldn't help but be moved. The sharpness of this sword was unimaginable. It could cause such a strange phenomenon just by relying on its own pressure. No wonder the thick-browed man was so jealous.
"Hey, boss, now that you have this ancestral-level divine sword, you can take down all the saints and saints. The men will be the younger ones, and the women will warm the bed, haha." Meng Fei said, using this sharp and razor-sharp sword.
Pi's sword was handed to Ye Yang and he said excitedly.
Ye Yang was stunned and said, "This is a spiritual sword. You can use it after you refine it. What can you do for me?"
Now that Meng Fei's cultivation has reached the late stage of being a sect leader, it is not difficult to refine this ancestor-level spiritual sword because of his cultivation of the mysterious Lingxiao Book.
"Boss, what you said is far-fetched, isn't it? There is no reason for my younger brother to use ancestral weapons, and the boss to use medium-grade spiritual weapons. Boss, just accept it," Meng Fei said seriously.
After listening to Meng Fei's words, Ye Yang couldn't help but feel moved. Although this kid was usually a little unreliable, he was sincerely good to him.
If he refines this ancestral weapon, his strength will definitely be greatly improved. Even if he encounters a group of people like the thick-browed man again, even if he is outmatched, he can easily escape.
This is a matter of life and death, especially for a guy like Meng Fei who is afraid of death, to be able to give Ye Yang a treasure that improves his probability of survival. This feeling is truly profound.
Ye Yang shook his head and said, "You should refine it yourself. With him, you won't be so embarrassed and hunted by others."
Seeing that Ye Yang refused to accept it, Meng Fei became anxious and was about to speak when Ye Yang stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Your strength is not bad now. With the help of this ancestral weapon, you will definitely reach a higher level, below the level of a saint child."
, I’m afraid not many people are your opponents.”
Having said this, Ye Yang was very pleased. Meng Fei, a guy with mediocre qualifications, was promoted by him and achieved what he has achieved today, which made him feel extremely proud.
"But boss you..."
Seeing that Meng Fei still persisted, Ye Yang stretched out his big hand, and the Long Yuan Sword emerged from his palm, exuding terrifying pressure.
When Meng Fei saw Long Yuan Sword, his mouth opened wide, his eyes almost popped out, and he said in disbelief, "When did Long Yuan Sword become an ancestral weapon?"
It turned out that Ye Yang's Long Yuan Sword was only a middle-grade spiritual weapon. Ye Yang had never mentioned the matter of transforming the Long Yuan Sword, so Meng Fei never knew about it.
Ye Yang slowly put away the Long Yuan Sword and briefly talked about the advancement of Long Yuan Sword, and then Meng Fei understood.
"Hey, that's great. To be honest, I'm really reluctant to give this treasure to the boss." Meng Fei looked lewdly at this moment and stroked the sword in his hand, just like stroking his lover's delicate thighs.
"Stop talking nonsense, refine him quickly, and I will protect you," Ye Yang said angrily.
“Okay”
Meng Fei froze the ancestral sword in mid-air, spread out his spiritual power, put one palm towards the tip of the sword, and slowly input his spiritual power into the long sword for refining.
However, the ancestor weapon seemed to be extremely resistant and unwilling to surrender. It kept struggling and the refining progress was extremely slow.
Ye Yang frowned. On the ancient battlefield, anything could happen. It must be refined quickly.
He stretched out his big hand and patted Meng Fei on the back. The spiritual power as vast as the sea poured into Meng Fei's body like a river bursting its banks.
Because Meng Fei's spiritual power originated from Ye Yang, he did not reject Ye Yang's spiritual power at all. With the help of Ye Yang's spiritual power, the resistance of the ancestral sword became weak. It originally took nearly three days.
It takes time to refine it, but now it only took half an hour to be surrendered by Meng Fei.
When the ancestral weapon spirit sword sank into Meng Fei's body, Meng Fei screamed happily, "Haha, boss, I succeeded. I finally have an ancestral weapon of my own."
Regarding Meng Fei's excitement, Ye Yang nodded with a smile. After all, when he got the Coiling Dragon Spear, he was not much calmer than him.
"Hey, by the way, boss, how come your spiritual power is so strong? It seems like...have you already broken through to..." Meng Fei took a long time to recover from his excitement and finally asked the key question.
"You are overthinking, my current spiritual power is only half a step beyond the sect master level," Ye Yang said with a smile.
"Ah, the half-step master's spiritual power is dozens of times stronger than mine now. Boss, you are so perverted," Meng Fei said with a bitter face.
"Are you looking for a beating? Okay, let's pack up and leave here." Ye Yang looked around and said.
"No, boss, there may be a great opportunity here," Meng Fei said with his eyes suddenly shining. (To be continued)