After leaving the Leshan Giant Buddha, Ye Feng continued his journey in the world of martial artists, he wanted to see the scenery that was different from what he imagined.
Time flew by, and more than two years had passed.
During this period, Ye Feng's cultivation finally broke through to the Houtian level, he was happy for a moment, he had taken another step forward in his martial arts path.
After the breakthrough, the system that had been accumulating for a long time finally appeared.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the host for breaking through to the Postnatal Realm. The system reward is a gift bag!”
"The grand prize has been placed in your inventory.”
Ye Feng looked at the red gift bag in his inventory and was slightly excited, this was the system gift bag, the system's products were definitely top-notch!
"Do you want to open the gift bag?"
"Yes, no."
Ye Feng immediately chose yes, a clear voice sounded.
"Congratulations on obtaining the Tear Stain Sword.”
[Remark: There is a mark on the back of this sword. It looks like tears. It is said that when this sword was forged, gods and ghosts sacrificed together. The sword showed an unresolvable ominous omen. When it is unsheathed, it will drink human blood.]
Ye Feng placed this sword in his hand and loved it dearly, he would not use it unless it was a critical moment.
A white-robed killing god gradually appeared in the peaceful Jianghu.
No one knew where he came from or why his martial arts skills were so high.
This person was dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall. He was handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His eyes were shining like stars, and his pale lips had a hint of redness. It gave people a feeling of being deeply immersed in it and tasting it carefully. Women who had seen him would never forget him.
He was an immortal who had been left behind in the mortal world, a demon who walked in the human world. People in the Jianghu avoided him because he would definitely die once he attacked. No one had ever survived.
Flying Tiger Sima Kongchen.
I split the earth and hand Xiang Ran.
The Eighteen Stronghold Chieftains of Tiger Head Mountain.
…
There was no lack of famous heroes, vicious thieves, and bandits in the martial arts world.
No matter who it was, no one could escape from a sword, leaving only a red line in their throat.
Obviously, it was done by the White Shirt Killing God-because he did not know Ye Feng's name, he had this nickname.
The people of Jianghu feared and respected him.
However, no one knew that this so-called killing god in white was actually a young man in his early twenties.
In the restaurant.
Ye Feng sat alone by the window, he was drinking while looking into the distance, thinking about something.
He just sat there quietly. A proud and cold aura was emitted from him. All the women in the restaurant could not help but look over.
No one dared to approach.
Before he even got close, he felt ashamed and could only leave.
Ye Feng was currently looking at his status panel.
Name: Ye Feng
Age: 24
[Talent: Sword Dao Proficiency [Seven-Colored]]
[Skill: 54 years.]
[Skill: Detection]
[Martial Arts: Thirteen Lethal Swords, Level 11(13. Proficiency: 19,830(200,000.
Realm: Early Hou Tian.]
[Equipment: Refined iron sword]
"The Life-Taking Thirteen Swords have also reached level 11. We have killed people and drunk wine. It is time to go back.”Ye Feng thought quietly in his heart.
The Life-Taking Thirteen Swords was originally a sword technique that killed people. How could one become stronger without killing people? If one's killing intent was not enough, one would only have the form and not the spirit.
Now that the Life-Seizing Thirteen Swords had both form and spirit, he could return to the World Association.
"Recently, there has been news of Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun spreading in the martial world. The plot is about to begin.”
Ye Feng carefully tasted the unique wine of this restaurant, he poured the last drop of wine from the wine pot, he grabbed his sword and left.
... The
World Conference.
Xiong Ba placed his hands behind his back, still wearing the same golden dragon-patterned cape. However, his aura was even more domineering than before.
"Ugly." Xiong Ba looked at the horizon from afar. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Sigh, Gang Leader, Chouchou is here.”
Wen Chouchou's face was like a peach blossom as he smiled at Xiong Ba.
"How long do you think Feng 'er has been gone?”Xiong Ba said calmly.
"Hehe! Gang Leader, let me calculate…I've been gone for two years and three months. Should I inform Young Master Feng to come back?”Wen Chouchou scratched his fingers and said.
"It's fine." Xiong Ba waved his hand expressionlessly,"I just thought of it and asked.”
"How are your preparations for tomorrow's Hall Master Meeting?”
Wen Chouchou smiled gratefully."Don't worry. I'm fully prepared. It's just that…"
He suddenly stopped smiling.
"But what?" Xiong Ba asked indifferently.
"It's just that Chou Chou is worried…that Bu Jingyun…can defeat Duan Lang…" Wen Chou Chou said submissively.
Xiong Ba's eyes turned cold.
He looked at Wen Chou and said coldly,"Bu Jingyun definitely can't lose. Chouchou, I'll leave this matter to you. If anything happens, I'll hold you responsible!”
Wen Chouchou's expression turned ugly as he squeezed out a smile.""Yes yes yes, I understand…"
Xiong Ba waved his hand.
Wen Chouchou hurriedly retreated, thinking about how to deal with Duan Lang.
"Gang Leader, you really know that this Duan Lang is untamed and ambitious, but you still…Sigh, this is really giving me a headache!”
Xiong Ba looked at Wen Chouchou's back view expressionlessly.
"How can a golden unicorn be an object in a pond? It will turn into a dragon when it encounters the wind and clouds.”
As he muttered these two sentences, a strange light gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun are my tools to unify the world. I will kill anyone who dares to stop me!”
A gust of wind suddenly blew in the hall.
…
Ye Feng looked at the World Meeting in the distance, a familiar feeling surged out.
In the blink of an eye, two years had passed, and he had finally returned.
Xiong Ba, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun…Interesting!
At the foot of the mountain stood two disciples of the World Association.
The two of them were dressed in red robes, had short hair, and stood solemnly outside the stone archway. This was the World Association's facade, and no problems were allowed.
The two of them looked at a white horse that was slowly walking in the distance. Their eyes slightly focused, and then they changed.
"Tie Zhu! Look, doesn't that person look like Young Master Feng!”Bruiser's tone was uncertain as he poked Iron Pillar.
"You idiot, you can't even tell. It's either he looks like him or Young Master Feng. You must be a pig's brain."”
Tie Zhu laughed dryly.
"Have you seen anyone more handsome than our Young Master Feng?”
"Young Master Feng should be the easiest person to recognize. His white clothes are fluttering, his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes are handsome, and his aura is outstanding. If you can't even recognize him, don't tell others that I know you.”As he spoke, he walked forward.
The two of them cupped their fists and bowed."Welcome back to the World Association, Young Master Feng!"
[The fourth chapter.]
P.S. First, the main character would not always be under Xiong Ba. With Xiong Ba's character, he would not trust anyone. The main character was not a fool, and he knew this very well.
Secondly, I'll say it again. There's no such thing as Qinggong in Wind and Cloud, only leg techniques.】
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