Ye Feng also did not use his own natal flying sword.

It can be dealt with using only two fingers.

Ye Feng's fingers were long and steady, and no matter how fast Jing Lei's attacks were, they could not escape being caught by his fingers.

After being thrown away by Ye Feng countless times, Ye Feng's handsome face and sharply defined mouth began to spray out deadly venom.

"Your backhand is weak, your forehand is poor, your footwork is loose, your reactions are slow, not a single movement is decent, you are utterly useless, and you still dare to ask me for guidance?"

"hiss……"

The onlookers all gasped in shock.

This junior uncle is usually so cheerful, but who would have thought his words could be more venomous than a sword?

Is this the guidance from the "Painful to the End" section?

The way he talks makes me want to go back to school and start over, okay?

A blue-purple light flickered in Jing Lei's eyes. Although he had abandoned human desires, these extremely harsh words still elicited a reaction from him.

He twisted his body and handed over the sword, his attack becoming even faster.

However, it was all in vain; Ye Feng didn't give him a chance to attack this time.

His offensive came like a sudden storm, and Jing Lei became the banana leaf trembling in the storm.

Jian Chen, Yun Zhongzi, and Wu Qiuyu were increasingly alarmed as they watched, finding Ye Feng's attacks incredibly simple.

It's the simplest rapier, so it's naturally incredibly simple.

But within this simple rapier lies something that none of the three Mahayana Realm cultivators had noticed.

Even after watching it again and again, they still couldn't figure out exactly where the problem lay.

"Junior Brother's attack is clearly a simple rapier, and his physical strength is clearly at the Nascent Soul stage, or even just at the beginning of the Nascent Soul stage. But both the power and speed of the rapier give the impression that this is not something a Nascent Soul stage cultivator could unleash. What could be the reason for this?"

Jian Chen shook his head and said with a solemn expression, "I don't understand it, I don't understand it at all."

Wu Qiuyu's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

"It seems like I've thought of something, but it's shrouded in a layer of mist, and I just can't figure it out."

Ye Feng's offensive never stopped while the three were talking.

While fighting, he said, "Top-tier techniques and top-tier weapons, and you've managed to create a complete mess. How many more idiots like this are there in the sect? Come at me all at once. One idiot is teaching, a group of idiots is teaching, the result is the same anyway."

I'll blanch it!

How can we tolerate this?!

Even if my uncle can tolerate it, my aunt can't!

Sword cultivators are never afraid of trouble.

Even if you're a junior uncle, we'll still have to teach you a lesson for talking so big.

One, two, three, four...

All the disciples who were at the Nascent Soul stage stepped forward and joined the battle.

Even Qiye, Jueming, and Liuyun secretly joined the team.

The three exchanged a knowing glance and began to conceal their presence in preparation for a sneak attack.

Junior Uncle said you all come at me together, but he didn't say all of you in the Nascent Soul stage come at me together.

Although the three were well hidden, Ye Feng's senses were incredibly sharp.

Ye Feng ignored them and caught the flying swords handed to him with his fingers. He would dodge ranged attacks if he could, and block them with the flying swords he was holding if he couldn't.

The prediction that it would be a one-sided victory came true, only the roles were reversed.

Ye Feng suppressed a group of disciples, but he was still using the cultivation level of someone who had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm.

After kicking his disciples until they were practically eating their own shit, Ye Feng resumed his dignified and otherworldly demeanor.

The old pear tree, as if sensing something, once again showered down pure white pear blossoms, stirring up a gentle breeze that made clothes flutter in the wind.

Everyone stared at Ye Feng in disbelief, unable to understand why their junior uncle could dominate a group of people when they were fighting at the same cultivation level.

They firmly believed that even if the former sect leader, Uncle Yun Zhongzi, along with Master Jian Chen and Uncle Wu Qiuyu, were of similar cultivation levels, they could definitely fight to a standstill and even have a high probability of winning.

How did Junior Uncle become so abnormal?

Is this the terrifyingly powerful supreme expert?

Ye Feng sighed.

He suddenly realized a problem.

That means that the people from the Shushan Sword Sect who turned to close combat sword cultivation were all self-taught.

The direct result is that these people's foundations are unstable.

Playing with flying swords trains spiritual power and sword energy, while melee combat is about the ultimate use of the body.

Even with the added benefit of their own delicious food, which brought their physical condition to the top level, and the fact that they had also trained their agility and flexibility to the top level through aerobics, it was all in vain.

It's like an office worker suddenly receiving a large sum of money. Besides squandering it recklessly, he has no idea how to use the money wisely to maximize its benefits.

He said he didn't have this problem, entirely thanks to his more than ten years of experience as a chef.

The chef's base is very stable.

Standing still for most of the day, it's hard for the chassis not to be stable.

He himself is a martial arts enthusiast and often practices horse stance.

This further honed his lower body skills.

The disciples, including Jian Chen, Yun Zhongzi, and Wu Qiuyu, all relied on muscle strength and spiritual power to execute their sword techniques, which Ye Feng viewed as rootless and adrift.

When Ye Feng uses his sword techniques, all the power originates from his feet, which is the ancient martial art principle that the feet are the foundation.

Ye Feng coughed lightly and began to speak.

“I know you must be wondering why I can overpower you all at the same level. We use the same techniques and the same amount of power, so why am I faster than you? Why are my sword moves more powerful than yours? Why can I see through your attacks at a glance and even catch your supposedly invincible natal flying swords with my fingers?”

The entire back hill was completely silent, save for the rustling of the leaves.

Everyone stared at Ye Feng, wide-eyed, waiting for his answer.

They knew and trusted their junior uncle that he would never secretly use his higher-level strength during the competition.

"Actually, there is only one problem, and that is the root of the problem."

“Every time you make a move, I only need to glance at how your spiritual energy is flowing to know where your sword strikes are going, so I can wait for your swords to come to me in advance.”

“But I am different. My power comes from my feet, through my legs, waist, and body, and then through my arms in a smooth swing. When you see my sword moves, they are already at their most powerful.”

The three who grasped Ye Feng's explanation were Jian Chen, Yun Zhongzi, and Wu Qiuyu.

That was truly like parting the clouds to reveal the sun.

After carefully recalling Ye Feng's actions and comparing them with his words, the three of them felt that they had gained immense benefits in an instant.

Some disciples understood, some had a vague understanding, and some only had a partial understanding, but none of that mattered.

In any case, it won't affect the grand undertaking of practicing horse stance in the future.