Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2175 A belated battle! (3 more)
And even Yu Junyao, who was leaning on the roof and didn't practice swordsmanship very much, looked at Ling Feng who was practicing swordsmanship, and seemed to understand something. From the initial impatience, it has turned into shock.

"This feeling, this state of being integrated with the Tao..."

Yu Junyao only felt that Ling Feng seemed to be more and more like that person. Perhaps Ling Feng's cultivation was not worth mentioning, but to a certain extent, he was already comparable to Mu Qianxue's fiancé!
After more than half an hour passed, everyone woke up one after another.

Ling Feng was not impatient, but waited very patiently.

The longer the epiphany, the greater the harvest. The strength of these elites of the Lingyun League will be beneficial to the development of the entire Lingyun League. Otherwise, I will leave sooner or later. Once I leave, won’t I repeat the same mistakes again? , Falling again?

This is not what Ling Feng wants to see.

"Thank you allies!"

"Leader, thank you so much! My sword power has finally broken through!"

"I feel like I've caught something, like... like the prototype of Sword Field!"

Shocked expressions appeared on the faces of one elite member after another. They had already deeply felt the benefits brought to them by Ling Feng's swordsmanship just now.

The last one to wake up was Xiao Juanyun. He heard a clear whistle, and an astonishing sword energy erupted from his body.

His kendo realm finally broke through.

Sword Domain, successfully condensed!
So far, he is no longer a weak person, but a real strong man who can rival the top ten.

[-]% of the sword field, even if there is still a gap in the cultivation level, it is enough for him to challenge by leapfrogging, or even leapfrog instant kill!

"Thank you allies!"

Xiao Juanyun knelt down on one knee and bowed directly in front of Ling Feng. He was so excited that he didn't even know what to say, he could only want Ling Feng to kneel down to express his inner gratitude and excitement.

"Between brothers, why is this so?"

Ling Feng supported Xiao Juanyun, and looked at everyone, "From today onwards, everyone here is my brother Ling Feng! The number of you here is exactly 18, and from this moment on, you are my brother." The eighteen hall masters of the Lingyun League, all of them are prosperous, and all of them are damaged!"

"Yes, Alliance Leader!"

The eighteen elites, no, it should be the eighteen hall masters, simultaneously let out a deafening roar, piercing the clouds and cracking the sky, shaking the heavens above.

Next, Ling Feng gave everyone targeted guidance based on their weaknesses and strengths that were exposed before.

Although he can't use the ability to see through the weaknesses of the Eye of the Son of Heaven, but in terms of vision, Ling Feng is already a master among the masters.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, his level is far beyond those of their peers.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, but it's a pity that you don't have enough flexibility. I'll teach you another set of body skills..."

"Although your sword looks fierce, it is actually too strong and easy to break. I will teach you the skill of using power..."

"I will teach you the secret art of attaching blades..."

"I'll tell you..."

Throughout the morning, Ling Feng was busy giving advice to the elites, and in the afternoon, he refined a batch of pills and distributed them, trying to make them grow up in the shortest possible time.

What Ling Yunmeng lacks most now is actually time.

Soon, the first group of members who requested to return to the Lingyun League arrived at Lingyun Village, and the scale of the Lingyun League expanded to a hundred people.

However, there are still many people with a wait-and-see attitude.

After all, although Ling Feng has returned, it is rumored that he is still cursed by the seal of the monster race. Can such a Ling Feng lead the Lingyun League to rise?

Many people are skeptical about this.

……

On the other side, at the headquarters of the Eastern League, there was already an uproar.

"Challenge Brother Dongfang? Why any time, any place? Who does he think he is?"

Several hall masters of the Eastern League have gathered in the main hall for several hours.

Their faces became uglier than each other, especially Guan Shanyue, who looked like he had eaten a fly, his brows were congealed, he slapped the table, and cursed: "This Ling Feng, is he too crazy?"

Yesterday evening, a disciple of the Lingyun League came to send a letter of challenge, and after receiving the letter of challenge, the five hall masters gathered in this hall and have not left for almost a whole day.

Although Ling Feng and Dongfang Chun have long had an appointment to fight, Dongfang Chun has already been promoted to the holy rank, and his status has also been promoted from inner sect true disciple to inner sect elder in one fell swoop.

The current Dongfang Chun, to a certain extent, can already sit on an equal footing with those veteran elders, and even become the deputy palace master of Duyue Tiangong in the future.

When Ling Feng challenged Dongfang Chun, he dared to say such crazy words without shame.

Finally, Dongfang Chun came late, and ended his more than one month retreat.

He has only been promoted to the holy rank not long ago, and it stands to reason that it is time to retreat and consolidate his realm.

However, after hearing the news of Ling Feng's return, he finally left the customs early.

"Brother Dongfang!"

Although Dongfang Chun has been promoted to an elder, the hall masters of the Dongfang League are still more accustomed to calling him Dongfang Senior Brother.

"That Ling Feng, actually came back?"

There was neither joy nor sorrow on Dongfang Chun's face, he had already reached a higher level, and even, for a long time, he had no interest in paying attention to the matter of Lingyun League.

Although Ling Yunmeng had suffered all kinds of oppression all along, he was still struggling to support him, which made him feel a little unhappy in the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, Brother Dongfang."

The first hall master Jiang Guangyi handed the challenge letter to Dongfang Chun, his hands trembling slightly.

He already had a premonition that Dongfang Chun would be furious after reading this letter of challenge.

Sure enough, after Dongfang Chun read the challenge letter, the letter immediately turned into dust and scattered all over the place.

"Crazy tone!"

A flash of light flashed in Dongfang Chun's eyes, and he said coldly: "I want to see how capable you really are!"

"Brother Dongfang, even if Ling Feng still retains some strength, at best he is half a useless person. His cultivation seems to have been sealed, and he only has a sword, which is quite sharp!"

Guan Shanyue, who had experienced Ling Feng's swordsmanship, said through gritted teeth.

Gong Shuliang analyzed more calmly: "His sword is too fast, with the eyesight of me and Junior Brother Guan, I can't see it at all."

"Anything else?"

Dongfang Chun took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, then raised three fingers, and said in a cold voice: "Guangyi, you go and send someone to answer Ling Feng. Three days later, you will still be performing martial arts in the center of the Duyue Temple. Lingyun League, completely removed!"

"Yes, Brother Dongfang!"

Jiang Guangyi nodded heavily. This decisive battle, which was half a year late, finally came. Even he couldn't help feeling a little excited in his heart: Is this battle finally coming!

(End of this chapter)