They must be lying to me! I won't fall for it!

Stay calm and don't panic at this time.

Restrain yourself, remain natural, and pretend you're a corpse...

bass!

Feeling a strong gust of wind hitting his head, Duan Shuiliu could no longer lie still.

He rolled to the side and stood up in an instant.

His once handsome face was now unrecognizable after those dozen or so blows.

"Please spare his life! If there's anything you need me to do, I will do my utmost without reservation!"

Circumstances are more powerful than people.

Even if Duanshuiliu is arrogant and conceited, it would be better for him to be pragmatic in this situation.

If I perform well, my fellow disciples might be spared from harm.

Seeing that he was so sensible, Ye Feng didn't knock on him again.

He asked directly, "Can you heal the injuries of those three disciples from my sect?"

Duan Shuiliu's brows furrowed immediately, and he said directly:

"Those three have already mobilized their source power, so healing them will be quite difficult... No, no, no! There's a way! Put that stick down!"

Ye Feng put down the baguette and stared at Duan Shuiliu without saying a word.

My teeth were itchy from lack of water and air, but there was nothing I could do.

In the past, people from the Sword Sect were bullied because of their low cultivation level. But now that people from the Sword Sect have a higher cultivation level, how come it's become so easy for them to bully us?

"They only consumed some of their essence, but fortunately they were not injured. We need to call four junior brothers over to set up the Three Talents Formation so that their essence can be restored more quickly."

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes dangerously: "How many junior brothers do you think the Three Talents Formation needs?"

With a stiff neck and a resolute expression, Duan Shuiliu declared, "Four!"

Are you trying to negotiate with me?

"That's right! There are four!"

"Okay, four it is. I won't knock on them when they wake up."

Ye Feng compromised.

It's not that I'm afraid he won't treat me.

Even in this perilous situation, he was still able to take care of his fellow disciples and think about saving them.

This made him see the shadows of Qi Ye Jue Ming and others in Duan Shui Liu.

He wants to respect this sense of responsibility and these feelings.

Just as the two reached an agreement, the Duanshui Sect disciples who had been lying on top pretending to be dead suddenly stood up.

She looked at Ye Feng and Duan Shuiliu with a fawning smile on her face.

Without further ado, Ye Feng casually whacked Teng Fengyun on the head with a stick, then released Jue Ming and the other two from the Sumeru Bag.

Teng Fengyun had just regained consciousness when he fainted again.

Duan Shuiliu and his two junior brothers sat cross-legged around Jue Ming in a triangle formation.

The other two disciples stayed to the side, ready to fill in for them.

Three extremely mysterious pale blue halos formed beneath the buttocks of Duan Shuiliu and the other two.

After they were connected, three more beams of light shot into the air.

The beams of light converged directly above the three people, and then a light blue rain of light began to fall.

Seeing that the expressions of Qi Ye and the other two gradually returned to normal, Ye Feng was very happy.

In his excitement, he manipulated the baguette and struck each of the Guiyi Sect members again.

Although he can't kill people now, he has no qualms about striking someone over the head and creating some prominent figures.

Guiyi Sect and Tengwang Pavilion were the key targets for support.

One reason is because of his status as the culprit, and the other is the consequence of making careless remarks.

The two disciples of the Broken Water Sect couldn't help but shudder at the sight.

She was filled with immeasurable gratitude for her senior brother.

It really hurt when that big stick hits your head!

Even after fainting, the throbbing pain could still be clearly felt in the sea of ​​consciousness!

Moreover, this grandson of the Sword Sect always targets one particular spot when he smashes people.

Didn't you see that Teng Fengyun and the Guiyi Sect members, who were hit the hardest, have a bunch of bumps on their heads?

About an hour later, the water stopped flowing and he stood up.

"The injuries are no longer serious, but it will take time for their source power to recover. There's nothing I can do about that; they'll have to rely on themselves to heal."

"How long will that take?"

"It depends. It could take anywhere from a year and a half to a month or two, depending on the recovery environment and the individual's condition."

So that means you're useless now?

"Yes or no!"

Realizing what was happening, Duan Shuiliu hurriedly shouted, "We can also set up a spirit-gathering array for them to make the environment around them more spiritually rich and accelerate their recovery!"

Ye Feng put away his magic staff, took out a jade slip and handed it over, saying, "I'm not an unreasonable person. If you eat the contents of this jade slip, it will accelerate your absorption of spiritual energy."

The water supply stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief; if I had reacted any slower, that big stick would have hit me on the head again!

He took the jade slip, opened it, and saw that it was the kind of pancake that the Sword Sect disciples had eaten during the previous battle.

Slightly uneasy, he asked, "Did you add anything extra?"

Seeing Ye Feng about to raise the big stick again, Duan Shuiliu didn't dare to be sure anymore and quickly finished one.

After eating it, I felt that my spiritual energy recovery speed was indeed faster, and I didn't feel uncomfortable, so I gave one to each of my junior brothers.

Seeing his demeanor, even Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaim, "I quite like your style."

I don't like your mannerisms!

Duan Shuiliu thought to himself, but smiled and said, "Your Shushan Sword Sect disciples are just as good as me."

The performance of the Shushan Sword Sect disciples in this competition truly impressed him.

Trading injury for injury, even life for injury, and even strengthening one's own source to buy time and opportunities for fellow disciples—such virtue and such camaraderie truly deserve our admiration.

However, since they belong to different sects, even if they admire each other, they must consider the interests of their sects. When it is time to take drastic measures, they must not show any mercy.

Ye Feng suddenly pointed at the disciples of the three sects and asked curiously, "Is there anything more painful than killing them?"

Duan Shuiliu and the others exchanged glances. One disciple, forcing a smile, said, "After drinking that mixed liquid from your sect, I felt worse than death..."

"Anything else? Mine is a great tonic, I can't let them have it for free."

Duan Shuiliu silently apologized, then said, "Making them forfeit must be worse than death!"

Ye Feng's eyes lit up immediately.

yes!

If we can't give up our power and have to use our own resources, then if we put ourselves in their shoes, wouldn't people from other sects be just as afraid of this?

Seeing that one of the Guiyi Sect members had woken up, Ye Feng didn't hit him with his stick again, but instead walked over to him.

Zhu Yunfang felt that his head must have cracked open.

Opening her eyes, which were swollen shut, she saw that menacing figure looking at her with a chilling smile.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said, "Brother Sword Immortal, could you please stop smashing things? I even ate with you before!"

Ye Feng smiled and said to him, "Sure, if you forfeit, I won't smash you."

Zhu Yunfang asked uncertainly, "Really?"

There was even a hint of...surprise in his expression?