Chapter 42: One Move to Knock Down

  "Could this kid already be at the Qi Refining stage?" A thought flashed through Hu Lin's mind, "Half a year's time, from Body Tempering Stage Three to Qi Refining stage, this is absolutely impossible, I must have made some mistake..."

  Everyone in the audience was shocked! The entire courtyard was silent. Looking at Ye Feng standing still, not even a hair out of place, the people who had just been cheering for Hu Linan now had expressions as pale as death.

  As a senior fellow, I've lost face in front of so many junior brothers. How can I still hang out after this? Even if that kid has reached the stage of guiding qi, his strength should be lower than mine! No matter what kind of qigong he's practiced, even if it kills him today, I have to take action now!

  Hú Lín'ān slowly struggled to get up from the ground again, and a palm-sized fist was thrown out. A silver-colored sword flew out from Hú Lín'ān's waist.

  Ye Feng looked up at the flying sword in the air, with a tone of disdain on his face: "How ridiculous, it's still such clumsy sword control, don't you have any other moves? You can change to a decent weapon too, as I see it, this one is not even better than Meng Changjun's street stall goods, hurry up and take it to the kitchen to chop vegetables."

  "Is this hundred-refined steel sword of mine even inferior to those sold on the streets?"

  "You're already disgusting enough, don't take out this broken sword to disgust me again. I wouldn't even give a glance to that street vendor's trashy Thousand Refine Steel Sword, let alone this crappy Hundred Refine whatever-sword?" Ye Feng scratched his head, seemingly having forgotten the name of the sword.

  Hu Linan has eaten Ye Feng's heart! This kid used to just know how to tattle, but after not seeing him for a few days, his mouth has become so venomous and he's become so arrogant! If I don't kill him, how can I still roam freely in the future? Look at my flying sword!

  A flash of electricity in the air, the flying sword transformed into a ray of light, bringing wave after wave of cold air to pounce on Ye Feng.

  "Let me say it again, you're still useless."

  Ye Feng snapped his fingers, and the sword pellets had been controlled at will in recent days. Without even using a sword key, he could manipulate them freely. A single pellet flew out from his fingertips, followed by a flash of silver light, and then a crisp sound of metal collision was heard. The hundred-refined steel sword turned into powder in mid-air, with tiny silver scales being blown away by the gentle breeze, just like a few snowflakes falling from the winter sky.

  Everyone raised their heads to gaze at the "snowflakes" dancing in the air, each with their mouths half open and not even blinking, as if they were watching a dazzling fireworks display.

  Hu Lin'an's originally disproportionate facial features were now completely distorted, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, his mouth agape and unable to close, revealing his throat.

  Before Hu Lin'an came to his senses, Ye Feng flashed to his side, opened the stance and punched his chest, Hu Lin'an flew out like an electric shock, and a cypress tree with a thickness of about a bowl mouth behind him was cut off at the waist by the flying Hu Lin'an.

  Hulin An fell to the ground, rolling several times, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He was severely injured and lay on the ground, his mind reeling in shock: How is this possible! One punch actually had such great power, originally I could crush with just one finger those who were only at the third layer of the Body Tempering stage, but now there's someone with power above the seventh layer of the Qi Refining stage, and all this was achieved in just half a year, how is this possible!?

  A sharp pain shot through his chest, and with all that had just happened, Hu Linan was so shocked that he fainted.

  The courtyard fell into a dead silence once again, and even the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard exceptionally clearly. Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Ye Feng, as if he was the only one alive in the entire courtyard, while everyone else seemed like wooden stakes, standing still without moving. Not even anyone went to help the transmission master brother who had fainted.

  Yefeng glanced around, pointing at the people who were initially laughing loudly at him and said: "Want to laugh some more? Take this trash back inside, I didn't use my full strength, he won't die, just nurse him for a few days and he'll be fine."

  Several people felt Ye Feng's fingers, and their legs were already trembling unconsciously. They hastily lifted Hu Linan and rolled him back into the cave, this kid even dared to hit his master, what else wouldn't he dare do?

  Ye Feng clapped his hands, picked up the package that had fallen to the ground, and shook the door servant who was already stunned like a wooden chicken. "Sorry for the wait, take me to see the Transmission Elder quickly."

  Men Tong blinked his eyes, hastily bowed and said: "Brother, this way please."

  Ye Feng has gone far away, and the dozen or so people who were watching earlier have lost interest in practicing their skills, and can't help but discuss it.

  "This kid must have practiced some sort of dark magic! How can he improve so much in just half a year? It's unbelievable!"

  "Just now, Brother Hu's punch probably had a power of nearly 100 jin, yet that kid didn't even flinch and remained unscathed. What kind of cultivation is this?"

  "Just now I saw this kid take that punch, and his entire body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of golden light, just like he was wearing a suit of golden armor..."

  "This kid shouldn't have already reached the seventh layer of Qi Refining or higher, right? His body's muscles and bones have been tempered again?"

  "Stop talking nonsense! How is this possible? Breaking through from the third layer of the tempering period to the seventh layer of the inducing period in just half a year, this is absolutely impossible..."

  "I'm not just talking about the seven layers of Qi, one punch can knock Brother Hu in the seventh layer of Qi into the air, and also break a tree trunk as thick as a bowl in half, that's at least 150 kilograms..."

  "One hundred and fifty jin, how is this possible?!"

  "Could it be... that this kid has already reached the Golden Elixir stage of cultivation? Have we misjudged him? This is absolutely impossible!"

  Everyone was completely unable to guess Ye Feng, no one knew how high his cultivation had reached. In everyone's eyes, Ye Feng had become a mysterious person, just like the vast universe, full of endless secrets.

  Ye Feng arrived at the cave mansion of Chuan Gong Lao Lao, and saw that Chuan Gong Lao Lao was sitting there sipping tea. Chuan Gong Lao Lao was already over 150 years old, but on his head was a thick black hair, not a single white hair, with a dignified appearance.

  There are many Chuan Gong Lao in the Ni Tian Xian Jian Pai, and the status of the inner door disciples' Chuan Gong Lao is not high. They are similar to the true transmission disciples of the sect, but they are responsible for guiding the inner door disciples or instructing the Chuan Gong Shixiong on a daily basis, who in turn guide the younger disciples. However, as an inner door disciple, the Chuan Gong Lao is equivalent to their direct superior, and no one dares to offend them.

  Ye Feng hastily made a bow to Chuan Gong Lao who was sitting upright on his chair drinking tea: "Disciple Ye Feng has come to pay respects to Master Chuan Gong."

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