"Senior, this junior has thought of something!”
Ye Feng suddenly thought of something and said.
Sword Saint looked at Ye Feng quietly and asked: ""If there's anything else, just say it! I'm in a good mood today, so tell me everything.”
"Senior, this junior has met Senior Nameless once.”
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of him. It was Sword Saint, he pressed down on Ye Feng's shoulder, his fingers were clenched tightly like iron pincers.
He could vaguely feel the Sword Saint's aura pressing down on him like a tidal wave. If anything went wrong, it would sweep over him.
The air was stirring, rolling, and surging, gathering toward the Sword Saint. A huge sword that reached the sky slowly condensed above his head.
Ye Feng's back was straight like a sword, piercing through the sky, his sword intent condensed into a sword that pierced into the clouds.
A whistling sound rang out, countless gusts of wind swept over from all directions, causing Ye Feng's hair to dance in the wind, his clothes rustling.
"Tell me, where is Nameless now!" Sword Saint looked at Ye Feng excitedly.
"Senior, I've only met him once, but I don't know where he is.”
Ye Feng said solemnly.
"So he's not dead! Hahaha! Wuming, I knew you were still alive!”
" Haha!" The Sword Saint looked up and laughed. Nameless! I'll find you after I kill Xiong Ba!"
"Senior met Senior Nameless once. He mentioned you by chance. He said that when Senior used Sword 21, he had already expected Sword 22 to appear. When Sword 22 was born, it had already reached the peak of the sword art of the human world.”
Ye Feng looked at him and said in a deep voice.
"You mean Sword 23!" The Sword Saint looked at him with a frown.
"Yes! Sword 23!"
"Senior Nameless once said that when you deduced Sword 22, you reached the highest realm in the human world, and Sword 23 has already transcended the sword art of the human world. It transcends the world and is not a sword move that mortals can create and use.”
Ye Feng's tone was filled with longing.
"Sword 23? A sword move that no mortal can create?" He was puzzled.
A breeze blew in the bamboo forest, bringing the falling bamboo leaves with it.
"The 23rd Sword that no mortal can create! This old man had dedicated his entire life to Sword Dao. He thought that Sword 22 had reached its peak and could no longer advance. He did not expect that Nameless would have expected this. He must have already known about the changes in Sword 22. It seemed that if he did not create Sword 23, he would probably not be able to defeat Nameless!”
He turned around and looked at the horizon, muttering,""Sword 23! Sword 23! What are you like!"
For some reason, the Sword Saint suddenly thought of the insight he had gained after the Life-Taking Thirteen Swords. He raised his hands and put them together to form a sword. A black spot suddenly appeared on his fingertips, attracting everything to his fingertips. In just a moment, the Sword Saint withdrew his sword fingers.
A trace of enlightenment rippled in his heart and instantly spread throughout his mind. It was as calm as water. As time slowly passed, an almost invisible shadow slowly appeared in his mind. He was arrogant in the world, and the enlightenment in his heart increased. His figure became clearer.
Ye Feng, who was standing at the side, seemed to have sensed something, a shocking sword hum sounded in his mind, it seemed to be a resonance that came from beyond the heavens and also from the soul.
Even Duan Lang, who was outside the bamboo forest, had a change in expression. He seemed to be able to sense that something had appeared in the bamboo forest.
That's right, this phantom was the Sword Saint's mind. He had actually comprehended it. This figure had just appeared and would dissipate at any time. He just needed to nurture it for a while.
The Sword Saint opened his eyes, and his pupils actually reflected a faint light. The light was dazzling, and his entire body emitted a faint light. It did not feel like true energy was lingering around him, but as if something was being nurtured. The crystalline light surrounded his entire body, as if a sword immortal had descended to the world.
"Haha! I understand, so that's how it is, so that's how it is! It was not a sword technique from the mortal world, a sword technique that could not be created by mortals!”
The Sword Saint threw his head back and laughed. He even laughed until tears came out.
"So this is the true Dao of the Sword. Unfortunately, it's too late.”he muttered to himself.
At this moment, he had restrained all his essence, qi, and spirit. Previously, he could still vaguely see that he was extraordinary. Now, he was completely like an ordinary person, even more unfathomable.
"Congratulations, Senior!" Ye Feng cupped his hands.
"Haha! I still have to thank you for the sword manual you gave me. If it wasn't for that sword manual, I wouldn't have been able to comprehend this true essence so quickly!”
The Sword Saint could not help but sigh.
"In that case, I'll wait for Senior's arrival in the world!”Ye Feng said solemnly.
"This old man will definitely come on time to congratulate you.”
Outside the bamboo forest, Duan Lang's heart was like ants biting at it, he could not bear it, he was curious and wanted to go in and see what was happening, but Ye Feng's warning before he left still echoed in his ears.
He held the scabbard tightly in his hand and stared at the bamboo forest, wanting to see through everything inside.
"Kacha!"
This was the crisp sound of stepping on bamboo leaves.
A figure slowly walked out from the bamboo forest, it was Ye Feng.
"Young Gang Leader!" Duan Lang cupped his hands and shouted respectfully.
"Let's go!"
Ye Feng did not stop and directly walked past him, Duan Lang's eyes flashed with a cold light as he quickly got up and followed him, the two of them walked forward, Duan Lang could not help but look back, there was no one walking out of the bamboo forest.
The two figures disappeared from the distance.
……
The World Conference.
Ye Feng had gone out for half a month and finally returned, there were only a few days left before the wedding.
He looked at the huge stone tablet of the first stage of the World Meeting in the distance. A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the sword will on his body flashed.
"Godfather, you forced me to do this!"
"The World Conference! Xiong Ba! Bu Jingyun! This time, I've specially prepared a good show for you. You have to watch it until the end!”
Ye Feng paused for a moment before continuing to walk up.
"Young Master! You're back!" The ordinary-looking maid hurriedly greeted.
"Look, it's Young Gang Leader! I heard that Young Master was sent out on a mission and finally came back.”The slightly taller maid looked at Ye Feng shyly, her eyes were filled with admiration and admiration.
"I thought Young Master would miss the wedding of Hall Master Yun and the Eldest Miss!”The maids standing in the distance whispered.
"That's right! That's right! Recently, the sect had already spread the word that the position of sect master would be passed to Hall Master Yun in the future.”
"I heard that too."
Gradually, the group of maids started discussing among themselves. Even Wen Chouchou, who had suddenly appeared behind them, did not notice it.
He stood there with an ugly expression. Do you all want to die? It just so happens that I want to replace some servants!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of maids knelt on the ground in fear and trembled.
Ye Feng took a look and walked past, his expression did not change as he walked past.
The third chapter.
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