Fairy, would you like to discuss the truth with me?

Chapter 97 Dispute

On the way to the back mountain, Ye Feng could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere within the Shangqing Sect.

Compared with the original ease and comfort, the Shangqing Sect today is obviously a little more restless. Even the disciples are walking much faster, as if they are rushing to practice.

After all, too many things happened this month.

Even if the upper echelons of the sect tried their best to prevent the matter from being revealed, paper could not cover up the fire after all. With so many true stories missing at once, basically anyone with a sound mind would be able to smell something amiss.

Soon, the news that a total of fifteen true disciples died during this outing for training spread throughout the Shangqing Sect.

Just when everyone was still in disbelief and shock, another big news came within a few days.

The Jinwu Sect, whose overall strength was not much different from that of the Shangqing Sect, was destroyed, and the murderer was the Bloodthirsty Sect.

The experience of the Golden Crow Sect is quite similar to that of the Shangqing Sect. The same few true disciples met disciples of the Demonic Sect when they went out for training.

The only difference is that the Shangqing Sect encountered the Bone Palace, while the Jinwu Sect faced the Bloodthirsty Sect; and the disciples of the Jinwu Sect were accompanied by elders.

Although the overall strength of the Golden Crow Sect is not bad, there is still a big gap between it and the Bloodthirsty Sect. Moreover, among the disciples of the Golden Crow Sect, there was no Xuanying monk like Concubine Leng Qing. When faced with the siege by the Bloodthirsty Sect disciples, it was simply a one-sided massacre.

The elder who was responsible for protecting these disciples was killed by the three true disciples of the Blood Evil Sect jointly because of his lack of strength.

Not only that, the Bloodthirsty Sect also decisively launched an attack on the grounds that the elders of the Golden Crow Sect attacked their disciples. In just three days, the Golden Crow Sect was filled with blood.

For a time, most of the sects fell into a panic situation. After all, although the Golden Crow Sect is not as good as the seven major sects, its overall strength is already better than 90% of the sects in the world. Even they can be destroyed so easily, and even more so. Don’t talk about those small sects.

As for the reason given by the Bloodthirsty Sect for the attack, not many people would pay attention to it... Demonic monks are inherently murderous. If they really want to launch an attack, they can make up a reason even if there is no reason.

The Shangqing Sect had already suffered heavy losses, and it had always been a friendly sect with the Golden Crow Sect. After hearing the news, the disciples in the sect could empathize even more.

Today, the Jinwu Sect will be destroyed. Who can guarantee that the next one to be operated on will not be the Shangqing Sect.

Even Ye Feng has become impatient recently, burning his life to the maximum extent, just hoping that when the war between good and evil comes, he will have enough strength to protect himself.

On this day, as usual, he left the black iron sword where Yun Ji lived in the house, and went to an extremely remote place in the back mountain to practice alone.

He knew that Yun Ji hated the Demonic Sect, and he did not dare to practice Demonic techniques in front of her, so as not to break the relationship between the two.

This month, he has been practicing in a cave in the back mountain.

As usual, after practicing the "Tian Mo Burning Yuan Gong" for four hours, feeling the spiritual power in his body, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes.

He had to admit that the magic method was simply a shortcut. One month's effort was actually worth several years of hard training.

But Ye Feng was a little dissatisfied after all. The quality of his spiritual roots was really poor. Even after a few more years of cultivation, he was still in the early stage of pill formation and was far from the middle stage.

"Senior." Ye Feng cupped his hands and asked with some expectation: "Junior always feels that the speed of practicing this technique is too slow. I wonder if there is a faster one..."

"Haste makes waste." Su Xuan reprimanded coldly: "The "Tianmo Burning Yuan Gong" is already a shortcut, how could there be an easier way? Even if there is, it will only overdraw your potential. "

"But the situation is very precarious now. If the cultivation level can be improved a little bit..." Ye Feng is still unwilling to give up. "Is your cultivation higher?" Su Xuan pretended to be angry, "In order to quickly improve your level, you quickly refined the sword essence left by Old Man Hangu. Although you have broken through to the pill-forming stage, is it useful? The same goes for Su Xuan. Jiedan, but you can't even hold up his sword."

Su Xuan's tone was full of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel, and at the same time it also carried the elder's expectations for the younger generation. Even though Ye Feng was extremely stubborn, he still couldn't help but lower his head.

Seeing him like this, Su Xuan felt that he could strike while the iron was hot, so he said calmly:

"Besides, when it comes to a battle of spells, whoever has a higher realm can win. Now I'm passing on a spell that will increase your combat power by at least 30%."

"What the senior said is true!" Ye Feng was overjoyed, and the last trace of regret in his heart disappeared.

Although I didn't get a better cultivation technique, it's already very good to get a spell... It's like some licking dogs confessed their love to the goddess. Although they were rejected, the goddess told them that she could accompany them at night. Watching a movie, these licking dogs will still be very exciting.

"You understand it carefully, I will only teach it once." Su Xuan groaned, and then began to teach it bit by bit.

The technique he taught Ye Feng was a supporting spell in the fourth level of the "Tianmo Burning Yuan Kung". It was called Silent Killing Palm. It burned energy and blood to create an extremely powerful palm.

Ye Feng had only reached the second level of practice at this moment, and Su Xuan only gave him the first three levels of skills, so naturally he didn't know the Silent Killing Palm.

And because the training conditions have not yet been reached, although I can still practice reluctantly, the backlash is also extremely serious.

In Su Xuan's view, Ye Feng would use this spell at most once, and then he would be exhausted and no longer capable of fighting in a short period of time.

However, even if the side effects were so serious, Ye Feng was still extremely excited. He could feel the dominance of this spell. Once used, it might directly change the outcome of the entire fight.

Su Xuan also knew this, but he didn't regret it. After all, even if he taught this technique, Ye Feng had to have the opportunity to use it.

And he had long felt that a soul mark was left on Ye Feng's body in the early morning. As for who left it, it is naturally self-evident...

……

Another two hours.

Seeing the sunset, Ye Feng finally got started with this spell, his face full of excitement.

"Senior, I learned it, I really learned it." He shouted excitedly.

"Well, you might as well give it a try." Su Xuan said solemnly.

"Okay." Ye Feng also wanted to show off his learning results, so he did not refuse. After taking a deep breath, he heard a "ha" sound, and the blood and energy in his body burned rapidly, and there was an extra layer of red blood on his palms.

With a palm shot, the smoke suddenly dispersed, and a palm print nearly three inches deep appeared on the hard stone wall.

Ye Feng's face was a little pale, but he could not hide his joy.

Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a female voice that couldn't contain his anger.

"Ye Feng, why do you practice this kind of magic technique!"

(End of this chapter)