Ye Feng had a feeling at that moment.

Grandmaster Jian Qingfeng's aura was as if he were standing next to a stove.

In a daze, Han Guang seemed to have turned into a shovel, and Ju Que into a strainer.

A powerful aura, much smaller than Jian Qingfeng's, yet incredibly pure, gradually emanated from him.

Jian Qingfeng was immediately shocked.

The "sword stance" that Lao Tzu only managed to grasp once in over three thousand years of swordsmanship, and you learned it in an instant?!

Don't I have any pride?!

If it were just a resemblance in appearance, that would be one thing, but this is a damn resemblance in spirit!

Once you've grasped the essence and form, it no longer matters!

As for the magnitude of one's power, it can be compensated for by improving one's cultivation level.

Genius... no!

abnormal!

Someone like me is already a genius!

"With your talent, even I would like to take you as my apprentice."

Ye Feng was taken aback, and after regaining his senses, he said awkwardly, "Then the sect leader will have to call me grandmaster, which is not good."

"Hahaha, there's something I'm really curious about: how did you manage to seize the momentum in an instant?"

Ye Feng scratched his head and said, "Actually, I didn't think much about it. I just felt that my master's aura was the same as mine when I was in front of the stove. It was a feeling of being very skilled and confident."

Jian Qingfeng nodded slightly and said, "That's right, it's confidence, confidence that the sword in my hand can cut down all injustices in the world."

As Ye Feng emerged from the forbidden mountain, he was still savoring the conversation he had just had.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but laugh.

Although I am still a beginner as a sword cultivator.

But if you put your swordsmanship into the role of a chef, you'll become a master chef.

Thinking about it this way, if we just imagine those techniques as various recipes, wouldn't we be able to master them easily?

...

...

A month quickly came to an end.

Ye Feng had an extremely fulfilling time during this period.

The Spirit Gathering Technique successfully created the Soybean Shooter.

This little thing has a certain personality.

To obtain its fruit, one must actually anger it.

If anyone angers it, it will spit out soybeans at that person, and then collect the soybeans it spits out.

This is relatively easier to accomplish than with Xiaomai.

With these high-quality raw materials, Ye Feng naturally improved the quality of his fried green squares.

And they made two kinds.

One is a special version made specifically to entertain the demons, and the other is a regular version that can be eaten by oneself.

When Qiye learned that there were actually two versions of this thing, his face turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten shit.

He wouldn't say anything when asked, only that he wasn't feeling well and his injury hadn't healed.

Ye Feng didn't have time to pay attention to him.

As time goes by, the countdown to the arrival of the Demon Lord can begin.

Timed it perfectly, and started plating.

Two servings of fried green onions, two servings of healthy vegetable juice, two servings of sweet tea, two servings of soy milk...

Two portions of every culinary disaster were prepared.

Don't ask why, the answer is simply that two peaches can kill three warriors.

If they could have a fight among themselves before I fight the Demon Lord, wouldn't things be much easier for me?

After the last cup of soy milk was placed on the table, the Demon-Slaying Space arrived just in time.

Ye Feng's strength is now vastly different from before, so he no longer needs to feign weakness as he did before.

Upon seeing the horns on the heads of the three demons, which clearly represented 2000 years of cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

No wonder no one is getting promoted beyond their current level.

For a typical consecration tribulation, it's considered good if it takes a hundred years. For the Core Formation stage, it's at most 500 years, and for the Nascent Soul stage, it's around 1000 years.

Three cultivators with 2000 years of cultivation have appeared this time. Brother Tiandao really doesn't tolerate any nonsense.

The three demons seemed to know each other, and they didn't rush to make a move.

The number one demon on the far left grinned and cackled, "You're something else, kid. It's been many years since I've heard of anyone advancing across realms, and you've even reached the third realm in one go."

The second demon in the middle chuckled and said, "This is just right, as it creates an opportunity for the three swordsmen of Ghost Head High to descend at the same time."

The third demon on the right nodded and said, "That's right. Looking at history, the three of us are unique. The most we've ever seen is two people descending to the mortal realm together."

Ye Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Why do you three talk so much nonsense? The food on the table is your last meal before you're executed. Hurry up and eat it so I can beat you to death."

The number one demon said with a ferocious expression, "Are you in such a hurry to die, kid? Give me back my last meal, I'll eat you up later!"

Ye Feng's lips curled down, and anyone could see the disdain in his expression: "Trash, I don't even need to use my ultimate move against you. I'll just kill you in close combat."

The second demon lord chuckled strangely, "Alright, then let me experience your close-combat skills."

After saying that, he flashed and arrived in front of Ye Feng.

It reached out with a claw and grabbed at his body.

Ye Feng shouted, "Wait!"

Demon Number 2 was taken aback: "Are you scared? Being scared won't help. Just prepare to die!"

Ye Feng pouted and said, "They're slacking off and eating, but you're the only one who's really enthusiastic."

When the second demon saw the side profile, he immediately became furious and his mouth twisted in anger.

Demons No. 1 and No. 3 were seen sitting at the table, quickly devouring the food on it.

The second demonic figure roared, "You two are actually eating alone, showing no regard for your camaraderie as classmates?!"

Number 1 and Number 3 ate even faster, giving Number 2 no response at all.

Number 2 swiftly retreated, no longer bothering Ye Feng.

Number 2 itself didn't know why it did this; it just felt that the things on the table seemed to have an endless attraction for it.

Just as he reached out to grab the dark lump, Demon Number One suddenly roared, "Let go of me! That's mine!"

After yelling, he actually slapped Number 2 across the face.

Number 2 quickly dodged, and in the gap between dodging, he reached for Number 3's plate.

Enraged, Number 3 slapped Number 2 in return.

And so, before Ye Feng could even make a move, the three Calamity Demons started fighting amongst themselves.

Ye Feng thought to himself, "As expected of the wisdom passed down from our ancestors, this 'two peaches kill three warriors' technique is really effective."

Wow, you're really ruthless to your own demons, even resorting to the Monkey Stealing Peaches tactic.

Wow, this "scooping the moon from the sea" trick is really delicious!

Just as Ye Feng was watching with great interest, three Calamity Demons suddenly attacked him!

Ye Feng quickly retreated, sighing, "As expected of the Demon of Calamity, he even knows how to use schemes."

The first demon said coldly, "You're strange, kid. The thing you left there is so attractive that we're all scrambling for it. We can't let you live!"

As Ye Feng moved swiftly left and right, Han Guang was already in his hand.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and a powerful aura forced the three demons back.

Ye Feng held his sword in his right hand, pointing it at the Demon of Calamity, while his left hand was behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a master.

"Heh, how dare a mere demon utter such arrogant words."

The three demons were intimidated by his powerful aura and hesitated to step forward for a moment.

Just as they were staring intently at Han Guang, trying to get a clear look, a black sword shadow swept past their waists.

The three demons stared in disbelief at their waists, from which wisps of black energy were leaking out uncontrollably.

This sword strike certainly couldn't kill them, but it certainly shocked them.

Was I... ambushed?