Yun Zhongzi chuckled, thankfully this rich man was one of his own.

I wonder what kind of trouble my junior brother will cause this time?

What kind of work am I supposed to do?

Ye Feng was also pondering this question.

I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

Left with no other choice, we can only take it one step at a time.

Both the Dugu Nine Swords and the Tai Chi Sword Technique were being used by Ye Feng for the first time in this world.

Through his preaching, his understanding of these two sword techniques has reached an unparalleled level.

Even compared to Dugu Qiubai and Zhang Sanfeng, who created these two sword techniques, it is not far off.

Every move he makes at this moment is a manifestation of the Way of the Sword, having already transcended the realm of mere swordsmanship.

However, Ye Feng couldn't help but think of the things he had read about swords before.

The sword is the ancestor of short weapons.

Unwavering advance is the sword's edge; invincible strength is its gleam; clear thinking is its body; measured advance and retreat is its guard; and controlled movement is its hilt.

Sword cultivators should be as clear-headed and straightforward as the blade of a sword, never bending or twisting, and possess the power to destroy all things, like the edge of a sword.

Furthermore, one must have the sword's edge in mind, knowing when to advance and retreat, and the sword's hilt in mind, allowing one to control one's body.

Sword cultivators are not madmen; they are simply a group of free-spirited and unrestrained individuals!

Ye Feng's moves suddenly became even more unrestrained.

Not to mention swordsmanship, even the intent of the sword has become unrestrained.

Whatever you think in your heart, that is the intent of your sword.

The disciples felt their heads were about to split open from watching, yet they couldn't bear to blink.

Such a rare opportunity, even missing it for a moment, would lead to lifelong regret.

Jian Qingfeng was utterly shocked by Ye Feng's incredible swordsmanship.

"This swordsmanship... this disciple's combat strength probably can't be measured by realm! What can't be broken by such swordsmanship? This child is a born sword immortal!"

Thinking of this, his sword heart, which had been calm for nearly a thousand years, suddenly became restless.

His hands began to tremble slightly, and the Qingfeng Sword began to emit a faint hum.

Ye Feng, who was practicing his swordsmanship, suddenly reached into his robes and took out a Sumeru bag.

Immediately afterwards, a small gourd was placed in his hand.

Uncork the bottle and gulp down a mouthful of wine.

The true essence of swordsmanship lies in the elegance of drinking wine and wielding a sword.

This wine is no ordinary thing; it is the first brew of Immortal Court Jade Liquid Wine.

An incredibly solid aura of the Nascent Soul Realm enveloped Ye Feng, making him appear as if he were in a fairyland.

Jian Qingfeng could no longer suppress his inner desires.

He was already a master of swordsmanship. How could he possibly suppress his desire to challenge another peak when he suddenly saw it?

With a soft whistle, Jian Qingfeng's fervent voice rang out: "Practicing alone is a bit boring, so let me spar with you."

In front of such a disciple, Jian Qingfeng no longer wished to refer to himself as his grandmaster.

Such talent in swordsmanship is enough to establish a sect and become a founder.

No sooner had Jian Qingfeng finished speaking than the Qingfeng Sword in his hand shot straight toward Ye Feng.

A glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and the longsword in his hand was already thrusting towards the tip of the Qingfeng Sword.

The more they fought, the more excited they became, and their offensive power gradually increased from the initial 60% to the maximum.

70%...

80%...

Ninety percent...

Go all out!

As their attacks reached their peak, pitch-black spatial rifts began to appear around them.

The disciples were so engrossed in watching that they seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

There was only one exception.

That is Shenqing Zhenjun.

His swordsmanship talent was second only to Jian Qingfeng, and he had already successfully entered the Mahayana realm some time ago.

Looking at the scene before me, I felt my blood boiling and I couldn't contain myself.

"Since Grandmaster and Junior Brother are in such high spirits, how about I join in?"

Then, the battle between the two became a battle between three.

The three fought independently, with Ye Feng's sword strikes simultaneously targeting Jian Qingfeng and Shenqing Zhenjun.

Jian Qingfeng's sword moves did not leave Ye Feng and Shenqing Zhenjun behind.

Shenqing Zhenjun naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony with the two of them.

The three of them fought in a way that was not as direct as preaching.

However, it was the manifestation of each of their own principles, the most direct display of their lifelong sword cultivation.

This is an invaluable experience for all the disciples.

The battle shows no signs of stopping; on the contrary, it has intensified.

The auras of Shenqing Zhenjun and Jian Qingfeng continued to rise.

The two, both already geniuses, had accumulated a wealth of experience beforehand.

Once this accumulated strength is unleashed, it's hard to stop its momentum.

Fortunately, all three had reached the pinnacle of sword control, and all their attacks vanished in mid-air.

It could also be said that all the energy was poured into the countless spatial rifts beside them by the three of them.

Yun Zhongzi was also completely engrossed in watching.

As someone whose level of cultivation was not far from that of Shenqing Zhenjun, his realm had already reached the middle stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

But as he looked at it, a sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart.

He couldn't quite explain where this unease came from at the moment.

But I felt that this must be something extraordinary.

He spared a moment of his attention and began to carefully review the past, trying to find the source of this unease.

At this moment, Shenqing Zhenjun, Jian Qingfeng, and Ye Feng had only one thought in their minds: battle, battle, battle.

I feel like I've never felt so comfortable in my life.

The three of them darted and weaved through the air, creating spatial rifts all over the world.

There are still many diners at the mountaintop cottage, and some even have the idea of ​​staying there permanently.

Although they didn't know what had happened at the Shushan Sword Sect, they could sense the terrifying void rift.

"What is the Shu Mountain Sword Sect doing?"

"I don't know. The aura of this void rift is so exaggerated. Are those two Mahayana Realm sword cultivators sparring?"

"Is this kind of power not a life-or-death battle?"

"Even a life-or-death battle couldn't have this effect, right? After all, that Shenqing Zhenjun is only a newly promoted Mahayana cultivator."

"Who among you possesses the most profound clairvoyance? Why don't you try to probe?"

"You dare to spy on a near-invincible sect? Are you out of your mind?"

"The main thing is that this is just too intriguing. I feel like there are 10,000 Netherworld White Tigers scratching at my heart right now."

"Let's wait and see, I have a feeling something big is about to happen."

...

Ye Feng's cultivation level has always been a mystery to Jian Qingfeng and Shenqing Zhenjun.

Ye Feng himself naturally knew that it was the high-level Tribulation Transcending Realm!

Those two golden dumplings, using the combined power of the entire sect, instantly propelled him to the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

The constant positive reviews from diners these days have further enhanced his cultivation.

It would be somewhat shocking to say this out loud, so he deliberately suppressed his cultivation level to the Nascent Soul stage.

With his advanced Nascent Soul Realm cultivation and the blessing of countless rare and exotic delicacies, his combat strength was by no means low.

Although Shenqing Zhenjun's cultivation level was slightly lower than Jian Qingfeng's, he was no less skilled in swordsmanship.

However, as the fight progressed, Shenqing Zhenjun and Jian Qingfeng, like Yun Zhongzi, felt a sense of unease.

Yun Zhongzi's pupils suddenly widened to their maximum size.

He finally figured out where that unease came from.

Ignoring everything else, he immediately roared, "Stop! Stop fighting!"