Chapter 153

The scabbard of the short sword radiated a faint light. Looking at the scabbard alone, Ye Feng, who had just passed the inscription, noticed that it was unusual.

He grabbed the handle of the sword with one hand and slowly pulled out the dagger by an inch.

Suddenly, a startling throbbing radiation came out, and the air seemed to condense in an instant. Even now, as the owner of this sword, Ye Feng was unable to bear the sharp breath revealed in the short inch sword.

Miso

He quickly put the dagger back into its sheath.

Ye Feng can't guess the rank of such a treasure, but he can understand that this short sword is definitely more powerful than the unique spirit weapon dragon tooth sword in the hands of the third prince.

This is extraordinary.

Sword meaning... Does it come from this?

Once again, Ye Feng pulled out a trace of the dagger. After feeling it for a while, he nodded slightly. Then he took a deep breath, called the eternal pulse, and slowly tried to absorb the terrible smell inspired by the dagger into his body.

He grasped the palm of the dagger as if it were wrapped in a dazzling light.

Short sword is not Ye Feng's handy weapon.

And after all, it's only a foreign object. Don't say whether taking out this short sword will be watched by other martial arts. If it is confiscated by the prefecture and state according to the booty rules, you will lose a lot.

Moreover, if it is stored in the sword body, it will soon be consumed. It's far better to refine the meaning of the sword and integrate it into yourself, so that you can refine the real artistic conception.

A cold breath enters the body through the eternal green pulse.

Ye Feng sat down directly on the ground and tried his best to refine this sharp and incomparable breath.

With the melting of this breath, Ye Feng absorbed the meaning of green dragon sword from the green dragon sword, but he suddenly didn't know where to escape.

Ye Feng felt a blue little dragon with thick and thin fingers running around in his meridians, swallowing the absorbed "sword meaning" power into the dragon's mouth one by one.

Then, the cyan little dragon's original slightly turbid body slowly became more crystal.

And leaf maple body, also gradually filled with a sharp breath.

Enough to cut off the breath of nothingness.

Time passed slowly.

An hour later, a momentum swept across the surrounding buildings, including the thick and thin stone pillars surrounded by three people, with Ye Feng as the center.

Soon, the momentum converged and disappeared.

Ye Feng opened his eyes with a faint smile. He finally realized the power of artistic conception.

Of course, it's not sword intention, but will power similar to Wudao boxing intention.

Although it is only the rudiment of the power of artistic conception just realized, the lethality just revealed is far more than the true Qi of the acquired martial arts. Even Ye Feng can not match the seven "Qianyuan Qi strength" that he has always relied on.

Ye Feng is aware of this force, which can fully compare with the heaven and earth yuan force inspired by congenital experts.

Now, Ye Feng really has the innate ability to kill.

He has not yet understood the power of artistic conception. Although he can barely resist the attack of innate martial arts teachers, he can't defeat, let alone kill.

But after understanding the power of artistic conception, Ye Feng's whole person has undergone earth shaking changes.

It can be said that Ye Feng can basically run amok in this secret place.

Even if he meets Huang Bang masters such as GUI Shenzi and Lu Yuanhong, he is not afraid at all.

"I hope feiyunzong and the people around Hua Tianli don't provoke me. Otherwise, I don't mind killing Ye Feng!"

Suddenly stood up, Ye Feng's eyes showed strong and incomparable self-confidence.

Hoo!

An arrow like breath came out of his mouth. Ye Feng slowly stood up and shook his body, which restrained the overbearing will, making it difficult for outsiders to notice.

Then, he took out the token that had been included in the storage ring and touched the token made of something unknown. Ye Feng's eyes turned to the inside of the secret place and his thinking became reverie

……

While Ye Feng painstakingly condensed the artistic conception, the number of people outside the palace was slowly increasing. Soon, dozens of people were gathered.

These dozens of people can be roughly divided into three camps.

The party with a small number of people is naturally a disciple of the Chao Yuan sect. At this time, as many as seven have come. In addition to the original Bei Qingman, Yan ruqin and Chen Yu, there are five young martial artists. One of them has a particularly strong breath and looks a bit like Bei Qingman. His body is tall and calm, and the heavy sword hanging on his back is an inch wider and a foot longer than the ordinary long sword, It was Bei Haiming, the elder brother of chaoyuanzong, who ranked 11th in the Yellow list.

In addition, there are more than a dozen disciples belonging to four aristocratic families and three major schools.

As for the other more than 20 people, they are all martial artists in the lower county. They are obviously more modest and observe the situation on the field at the periphery.

"Bei Haiming, you chaoyuanzong are really overbearing and forcibly prevent us from entering. Do you really want to compete with so many of us on your own?"

A young man with a long knife on his shoulder stood in front of the palace and shouted, pointing to beham who blocked their way.

This man's name is Lu Po Po, the 10th in the Yellow list. He is the strongest expert of the fire gate except GUI Shenzi.

"Brother Lu, it's better to leave. It's not time to open this palace. Now no one can pass the magic array outside, and for this palace, we're bound to win the yuan clan!" Bei Haiming frowned, straightened his chest and replied firmly.

"Fart, someone saw another martial artist go in, and you're still here to delay our time?"

WOW!

A spirit armor suddenly covered young Lu's broken body with a back knife. His body took a step forward and looked ferocious. "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for Lu's broken face."

"What? There are other warriors in? What are we waiting for? Kill them..."

"Who went in? Are they other huangbang masters of Chaoyuan sect?"

"Go away... If you don't go away, my sword is not vegetarian."

……

Buzz!

Just as dozens of martial artists were excited and wanted to break into the sixth vice palace, a violent vitality wave rose steeply from the palace behind the square.

This vitality fluctuated like an explosion, like overturning rivers and seas, overturning more than a dozen people nearest.

Among them, the strongest Lu dilapidated and Bei Haiming can still maintain stability, but their eyes can't help looking at the wave excitation.

A glow burst from the top of the palace. With the sound of rumbling, the world rolled over, as if the whole secret place shook fiercely.

"What's going on?"

"It seems that the aura on the other side of the palace has dissipated a lot, and the prohibition... Has disappeared!"

"Is it?"

Bei Haiming's pupils contracted and seemed to suddenly think of something. His face suddenly changed. Lu, who was originally competing with him, was dilapidated. A glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes. They blurted out at the same time: "ancient temple token."