Chapter Seventeen All Down

  I just want to make you understand that although I also have a cultivation of nine layers in the Qi Refining stage, the gap in our strength is still an insurmountable chasm for you! Ye Feng stretched out his finger and hooked it at the two. Ha 18&

  "In that case, don't blame me for being impolite!" Song Renjie flicked his wrist, and the long sword in his hand drew out a sword flower, his body moving as fast as lightning towards Ye Feng.

  Unlike Meng Changjun, who was born into a Xian family, Song Ren was from a secular Wulin family, so when he took action, he wouldn't choose fancy but impractical sword techniques. Instead, he would use the traditional martial arts passed down by his family before they practiced Xian. After all, at this stage, they didn't have any powerful spells to use, and their secular martial arts were more practical.

  In fact, in the Inverse Sword Sect, all disciples who enter the sect must learn to strike techniques, but many people think that they are cultivating immortals and will use spells later, which is what secular people consider to be gods. Compared to this, controlling sword techniques naturally fits their identity.

  Men Changjun, who was beaten by Ye Feng, learned a lesson and obediently held his long sword to follow Song Renjie forward, not daring to use that half-hearted sword control technique again.

  Ye Feng didn't use a weapon, although the broken swords and knives in the warehouse were stronger than the hundred-refined steel swords in their hands. His arms shook slightly, and a light golden glow appeared on his arms as he dodged and approached, his left hand slapping Song Renjie's long sword open, while his right hand hooked towards Song Renjie's throat.

  Song Renjie dodged to the side, his wrist turning, and the long sword that had been slapped away swung back, slashing towards Ye Feng's ribs. Meng Changjun closely followed behind him, one sword thrust out, stabbing straight at Ye Feng's chest.

  In the blink of an eye, the three people had exchanged several moves. Although he hadn't gained the upper hand, Song Renjie was gradually putting his mind at ease. It seemed that Ye Feng's martial arts skills were indeed nothing out of the ordinary. No wonder when he fought with Meng Changjun earlier, he used such unorthodox and disorderly punches.

  Meng Changjun walked around the two of them, occasionally handing a sword to Ye Feng, but unfortunately, most of it was useless work. Not only did it fail to achieve the effect of a sneak attack, but also because the timing was too poor, it sometimes even affected Song Renjie.

  "Alright, that's it! Thousand Illusory Divine Shape Kill!" Just as Song Renjie and Meng Changjun were about to come together, Ye Feng suddenly jumped back and opened up some distance. He then stomped his feet on the ground, his body slightly leaning forward as he charged forward again. However, his figure transformed into countless clones in an instant, with some charging straight ahead, others jumping into mid-air, and others turning to the sides, simultaneously surrounding Song Renjie and Meng Changjun.

  "Hmph! A minor trick," Song Renjie snorted, not putting Ye Feng's move in his eyes. He thought it was similar to the ghostly movements in the martial arts world, just suddenly speeding up and creating an illusion to confuse people's eyes. "Here!" Song Renjie's long sword burst out with a few inches of its tip, his left hand pulling open Meng Changjun beside him, while his right hand thrust the long sword at a phantom on the side.

  "Done!" Song Renjie's sword pointed at Ye Feng's fist, and then he saw Ye Feng's body collapse and disperse from his fist.

  "Not good, I've been deceived!" Song Renjie's sword naturally couldn't have such power, and he immediately knew he had been deceived. He hastily withdrew his sword, but it was already too late.

  Song Renjie first felt a pain in his wrist, and the long sword was knocked flying. Then, a figure appeared in front of him, punching with a straight fist. He hastily crossed his arms to defend himself, taking the heavy blow, while kicking out at the opponent with one leg. However, after that punch, the figure suddenly vanished without a trace. A gust of wind sounded from behind, and before he could turn around, he had already been kicked in the back. Turning around again, he saw another figure kick out once more.

  "Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!" A series of blows came one after another. His face, chest, abdomen, and back were all simultaneously subjected to uninterrupted attacks, either by fists or feet. Song Renjie was completely unable to defend himself, unless he wrapped himself in a bell jar, otherwise no matter which side he defended, the other sides would be attacked at the same time.

  Compared to Song Renjie, Meng Changjun's situation wasn't much better. The dense and suffocating shadows of fists and feet from all directions brought back the painful memories of that day. His long sword had been thrown away, and he hugged his head with both hands, shouting "Ah! Ah!" loudly.

  Every time a blow hits the target, the shadow also disappears, but the next shadow rushes up. Song Renjie and Meng Changjun had no resistance at all, their bodies were constantly being hit, gradually leaving the ground, rising into mid-air. Faced with this situation, what they could do was to spread the true yuan throughout their body, reducing the damage caused by the opponent to themselves.

  "Rumble!"

  Several figures appeared simultaneously above the two men's heads and joined forces to strike them down, slamming them heavily onto the ground.

  "Cough, pffft!" Song Renjie struggled to prop himself up, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the ground. His eyes resentfully stared at Ye Feng as he said: "You... absolutely aren't in the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining!" With his own cultivation at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, it was fundamentally impossible for someone in the Seventh Layer to inflict such severe injuries on him with just their fists and feet.

  Ye Feng landed on the ground and turned around, looking at Song Renjie with an apologetic smile: "Sorry about that, it was in the past. I've never said that I'm currently at the seventh layer of Qi Refining Stage."

  "Yè Xiǎo Zǐ, bring the old man to the Dan room!" Possibly seeing that the three had already finished fighting, Ziǎo Xīn Zhēnrén's slightly anxious voice suddenly came over.

  What! Could it be that he really only used a dozen or so days... Song Renjie spat out another mouthful of blood, his arms finally unable to support his body any longer, and he fell to the ground, fainting. And by his side, Meng Changjun had already fainted before hitting the ground.

  "Alas, what's the point? They shouldn't be bothering me again this time." Ye Feng shook his head and didn't bother with the two people on the ground, turning to walk towards Dan House.

  Zi Xiao Zhenren was too busy to pay attention to the quarrel of a few children, and as soon as Ye Feng finished his business, he hastily asked him to come to the Dan room. Until Ye Feng was about to enter, Zi Xiao Zhenren, who had been anxiously pacing back and forth, finally sat down on the couch with a thud, her hands hidden in her sleeves trembling non-stop. All her hopes were pinned on Ye Feng; if he also didn't know how to handle it, then this furnace of elixir would be completely ruined, which would truly be a waste of blood and money.

  "What's up, looking for Xiaozi?" Ye Feng went in and still very consciously found a cushion to sit down, his face expression calm, not showing any signs of having just beaten two people.

  "Hmm," Zi Xiaozhen cleared his throat, glanced at the alchemy furnace in the middle of the room, and then turned to Ye Feng with a sly smile: "Hehe, Ye young man, you seem to have some interest in alchemy too. Well... today I'll test you."

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