Chapter 40: Wind Shadow Phantom

  Now, Ye Fei felt that his spiritual power was truly wonderful and endless. As soon as he found the small words on the wall were abnormal, he hurriedly walked to the front of the wall, stretched out his hand to touch those special small words, but they looked like there was nothing unusual.

  After studying for half a day, he still couldn't find any reason, so Ye Fei directly took out the Yuanguang sword and slashed at those few small words.

  A loud, crisp sound.

  The wall only left a white mark, such a sharp sword, did not cut through the wall, which made Ye Fei somewhat unexpected.

  The next moment, under the operation of his magical power, it poured into the Yuanguang sword. With a swish, the green light flashed, and the Yuanguang sword emitted a soft hum.

  A dull thud.

  The Yuan Guang sword stabbed into the wall, but after entering a few inches, it made a "ding" sound, as if it had hit something hard and couldn't penetrate any further.

  Seeing this, Ye Fei drew out his long sword and dug down the small characters on the wall one by one, revealing a hole. Faintly visible inside the hole was a light yellow cylinder, as if it had been embedded in the wall.

  He swung his sword a few more times, and the yellow cylinder seemed to loosen. Ye Fei sheathed his long sword, reached into the hole in the wall, and pulled out the yellow cylinder.

  After blowing off the dust on top, it turned out to be a one-foot-long, wrist-thick scroll. This object is specially used for recording some information or high-level skills and magic spells. It's rarely seen in ordinary times.

  This piece of paper is also unknown what material, even the Yuanguang sword can't cut a little bit, but Ye Fei studied for half a day, but there was not a single word, could it be that he spent half a day's effort and got such a blank scripture?

  This made Ye Fei speechless. It seemed to be a blank note, with nothing recorded on it. If so, hiding it in such secrecy was really unnecessary.

  "Huh, no, I remember it was with my spiritual power that I discovered the anomaly here earlier... could it be?" His voice paused for a moment, and Ye Fei's spiritual power extended outwards, invading the notebook.

  After a moment, Ye Fei's expression changed and he exclaimed in surprise: "Indeed, it can only be viewed with the power of divine consciousness. Heh heh." After that, Ye Fei continued to view the contents.

  "It's the Wind Shadow? It looks like some sort of magic, no, it should be a higher level than magic, probably a divine art." His mind retracted, Ye Fei exclaimed with surprise and joy. And he deeply felt the extraordinary nature of this divine art.

  "Huh, who are you? When did you come in? What's that thing in your hand? Hand it over and let me see!" Just as Ye Fei was immersed in the letter, a young figure suddenly walked down from the second floor, wearing a worn-out long shirt.

  "Not good, I was too invested earlier and didn't notice someone approaching." Ye Fei thought to himself with a start, immediately putting away his notes in his storage bag. He looked at the young man in a long shirt walking towards him with a serious expression. It turned out he was an eighth-level cultivator.

  "What brings this Taoist friend here? Do we know each other?" Ye Fei said with an expressionless face, but was secretly on guard against the opponent's sudden attack. At the same time, a faint glow of Consuming Light flickered in the palm of his hand behind his back.

  Upon hearing this, the young man in the long shirt frowned and sneered: "Hmph, less nonsense, quickly hand over what you got from that wall, otherwise..." His voice paused, the young man's mouth curled up, his face turned cold as he stared at Ye Fei.

  "Are you from Wandering Valley?" Ye Fei asked with a serious expression.

  After hearing such an irrelevant and annoying sentence, the young man in a long shirt couldn't help but frown, somewhat impatiently nodded his head, and hummed: "What's it to you? If you don't hand it over quickly, I'll really take action.

  You'd better not have any illusions either, humph, to tell you the truth, there are still several of our Valley of Carefree Wanderers' experts above. After finishing speaking, the long-shirted youth narrowed his eyes and stared at Ye Fei.

  After a moment's thought, Ye Fei took out the letter again, expressionless, and walked slowly towards the young man in the long shirt.

  Looking at the young man in front of him, with a dull expression, the long-shirted youth couldn't help but put his eyes on the letter in his hand, but the corner of his eye was still paying attention to Ye Fei's every move, afraid that he would suddenly change.

  "It's just an ordinary blank note, don't believe your own eyes!" Ye Fei said, handing the note over to the young man in a long shirt.

  Smoothly taking over the handover, the long-shirted young man showed a triumphant smile. Looking at Ye Fei, he seemed a bit wooden and stiff, now it seems that his courage is also small.

  "Hmph, you're sensible, you can leave." After saying that, the young man in the long shirt didn't rush to check the letter, but instead kept staring at Ye Fei until he turned around and walked towards the door. Only then did the young man let out a breath.

  At this moment, even if Ye Fei suddenly turned around and took out some treasure to make a move, he could still respond calmly. Thinking of this, the young man in the long shirt lowered his head to study the letter in his hand.

  Puff, a muffled sound!

  A blood thread gradually emerged on the forehead of the young man in a long shirt, and a transparent flying needle was inserted between his eyebrows. However, there was an incredible look in the boy's eyes, and his mouth moved slightly, only making a gurgling sound before he fell to the ground limply.

  At the same time, Ye Fei quickly turned around, put the boy's handkerchief into his storage bag, and then took away the boy's storage bag. With a single gesture of one hand, a transparent flying needle stained with blood suddenly shot out from the forehead of the long-shirted boy and appeared in Ye Fei's hand.

  A flash of light, the transparent flying needle trembled slightly, and the bloodstains on it disappeared. It was immediately picked up by Ye Fei. After doing all this, Ye Fei stood up, and several small fireballs shot out, hitting the long-shirted youth's body with a "poof" sound.

  Just as Ye Fei thought he had destroyed all the evidence and there was no longer any trace, a figure suddenly flashed out from the second floor. This person was tall and big, with a ferocious face, looking to be over 20 years old, and unexpectedly, his cultivation was at the ninth layer of the Qi Refining stage.

  He had just seen the unburned flame corpse on the first floor, and then looked at Ye Fei. He suddenly frowned, and then swept his eyes around the first floor, his eyes stopping at the hole in the wall, with a thoughtful expression.

  "Who are you? I am Xīao Yáo Gǔ, and just now you killed me?" The fierce young man looked at Ye Fei and asked.

  Upon hearing this, Ye Fei's face stiffened and he nodded slightly without denying it. After all, the truth was right in front of him, and trying to deny it would be impossible.

  "Haha, that's good. Since it's come to this, I, Xuan Lie, can only avenge the people of my carefree valley." As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who called himself Xuan Lie released his aura, and a loud whistling sound spread out in all directions, revealing an overwhelmingly powerful stance.

  "As a junior of the Lower Thousand Cliff Sect, you were the one who made the first move earlier, trying to snatch a magical artifact from my hands. I had no choice but to kill him."

  I hope fellow Taoists will clearly distinguish right from wrong and not act impulsively for the time being!" After finishing speaking, Ye Fei stared at the ferocious young man without daring to relax in the slightest.

  "Hmph, you little brat. Where did all this nonsense come from? Prepare to die!" As soon as he finished speaking, the ferocious young man raised his hand and with a flick of his wrist, a cyan-colored high-grade artifact spear appeared in mid-air with a flash.

  Facing a cultivator at the 9th level of Qi Refining, and at such a great distance in a head-on confrontation, even the Transparent Flying Needles lost their advantage. But if they were to engage in direct combat like this, Ye Fei didn't have much confidence that he could defeat this person. This couldn't help but make Ye Fei's expression turn solemn. (End of chapter)

  (PS. Bad bad tonight all-nighter, tomorrow New Year's Day no matter who reads books, no matter how many people support, bad bad will burst once, too much to say, just one sentence, Happy New Year, everyone have a good rest to welcome the new year!!!)