"Huh? Isn't this an illusion? How could such a thing exist?" Ye Feng twisted his nose and raised his head and asked.
"The illusion is just that the scenery does not exist, but some things are still real. For example, the pure Qinggong spiritual liquid you soaked in is something that I have continuously purified from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!
"
"oh--"
"That's it! But what are the benefits of this thing? You said it is pure Gong spirit liquid, why does it look so turbid to me?"
Ye Feng asked with some confusion.
"Idiot! Who told you that pure Gong Ling Ye Qi must be pure?" The old man flicked his clothes and said: "I have checked your body and you have improved too fast. Your foundation and Qi are both weak.
Not enough, this will be extremely detrimental to your future practice. If you are not careful, you may go crazy and fall into a place of no return!"
"That's why I refined this pure Qing Gong spirit liquid for you to solidify your foundation!"
"oh--"
"So that's it!" Ye Feng looked like he suddenly realized it, and said excitedly: "Master, you are so kind to me! Don't say anything, just give me a hug!"
As Ye Feng spoke, he jumped out of the barrel, opened his arms, and hugged the old man, intending to rub the pure yellow Gong spirit liquid in his body onto the old man.
The old man smiled sinisterly, as if he had seen through Ye Feng's intention, turned around and kicked Ye Feng back into the barrel again.
"Ouch——"
Ye Feng screamed strangely and fell back into the barrel.
"Just stay in the barrel for a while! Absorbing the essence in the barrel carefully will also be good for your injuries! Adjust your breath slowly, and the training will continue tomorrow! Until you defeat me!"
The old man dropped a word and disappeared from where he was ``````````
"Ah? Defeat you? How is it possible!" Ye Feng suddenly sat up from the bucket and looked around to find that the old man had already left.
"well--"
"Oh my God——"
Ye Feng wailed, then closed his eyes and began to adjust his breathing...
A faint white mist curls up, enveloping Ye Feng in it, faintly, looming ````````
The yellow pure Gong spirit liquid rotated slightly along Ye Feng's body, forming a small vortex, and slowly entered Ye Feng's body.
At this time, Ye Feng seemed to have entered a strange state, his body was like a huge furnace, all the true energy gathered together, the yellow pure Gong spirit liquid mixed the true energy together, and began to re-temper, constantly
The compression, continuous purification, and Danxin's endless rotation quickly create waves of new energy ````````
Ye Feng frowned slightly, a bean-sized amount of sweat dripped from his forehead, his whole body turned slightly red, and the yellow pure Gong spirit liquid gradually became clear.
Late at night, a figure stood alone in the forest, looking at the sky with blank eyes, muttering to himself: "It's been thirty thousand years. He should be able to help me sit down."
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The next morning, the tragedy happened again. The difference was that Ye Feng was finally able to take on the old man's three moves.
Time is like water, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye```````
For a hundred years, Ye Feng has made progress every day. His use of Qi and understanding of swordsmanship have reached a terrifying level.
One hundred years later, in the morning, Ye Feng once again challenged the old man as usual.
"Master! I will definitely defeat you today!"
Ye Feng was suspended in the air and said coldly.
"You've been saying the same thing for a hundred years, don't you get tired of it?" The old man gave Ye Feng a super eye-roll and stretched out comfortably.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Feng blushed, waved a bamboo sword in his hand, and leaned down to rush down.
"bite--"
"bite--"
"bite--"
"bite--"
The two swords collided, making a crisp and heart-shaking sound.`````````
"Damn, this kid is so much better!"
The old man cursed in his heart and did a backflip, allowing Ye Feng to distance himself.
"Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Sword——"
The old man shouted loudly, stretched out two fingers and waved lightly, and the bamboo sword instantly turned into seven swords, whistling and slashing at Ye Feng.
"Qing Tian Yi Sword——"
Ye Feng made a quick decision and immediately threw the bamboo sword in his hand high into the sky and shouted angrily.
"hiss--"
The bamboo sword suddenly burst into a burst of golden light, spinning and expanding, and faced it without fear.
"boom--"
"boom--"
"boom--"
Groups of brilliant colored lights burst out in the sky. Looking from a distance, it was even more magnificent.
Ye Feng's steps were strange, and his ethereal steps were exquisite and delicate```````
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
Ye Feng jumped over and came to the old man's side. He punched him hard. Everywhere the boxer passed, there were strong winds. He used a set of Wan Zong's boxing techniques to be perfect.
The old man passively continued the move, small drops of sweat appearing on his cheeks.
"boom--"
"Bang--"
The two of them punched each other, and they hit each other hard ````````
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
Violent explosions continued to sound all around, and the space was strongly distorted. In an instant, dust was flying and the sky was covered with dust.
"Boom ```````"
The two of them were each forced back ten steps by the huge reaction force.
At the same time, the Sword in the Sky also fell down and landed next to the two of them.
"ah--"
Ye Feng roared, flipped his right hand, and the bamboo sword returned to his hand.
"Ten Thousand Hidden Kills——"
Ye Feng shouted loudly, and his body started to move with a swishing speed. Hundreds of Ye Feng suddenly appeared in the field, surrounding the old man.
"Hmm? Interesting boy, he has learned a new trick, but he just doesn't know if he can beat me."
The old man raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at everything in the field quietly.
"brush--"
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred in the field, and the thousands of leaf maples around the old man transformed again, turning into more than a dozen leaf maples.
