Xuanyuan Ming sneered. He had just suffered a loss from Ye Feng's feint to the east and attack in the west, so he knew that Ye Feng would use the same trick again. He started accumulating spiritual power early, waiting for this moment.
However, his happiness lasted only a few seconds, as he could no longer feel the spiritual power in his body, and his strength as a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was like nothing.
Ye Feng held Xuanyuan Ming's fist tightly, with a faint smile on his lips.
The same move can't work twice, so would he really just use the same move so easily?
meeting!
Because he was sure that Xuanyuan Ming had only two choices: be hit by him without any preparation, or come to his senses from the last lesson and fight back in desperation!
No matter which possibility it is, this move will work. He only needs to touch Xuanyuan Ming, and the fight will basically be over.
Xuanyuan Ming also knew that Ye Feng had a method that could make him unable to feel the spiritual power in his body, so he had been accumulating energy for a long time, intending to decide the outcome with one strike.
Both of them are very confident.
Xuanyuan Ming was confident that Ye Feng could not withstand the power of this punch; while Ye Feng was confident that it was too easy for Xuanyuan Ming to decide the outcome with this punch, and he could easily block it.
Of course, Ye Feng won!
Xuanyuan Ming didn't know that Ye Feng had the Holy Body of Heaven and had activated the Heart of the Demon Emperor, so his overall physical fitness was outrageously strong.
When he was going through the thunder tribulation, he used his fist to smash the head of a Thunder Griffin in the Spirit Severing Stage.
With Xuanyuan Ming's strength alone, Ye Feng was very confident that he could withstand it.
Xuanyuan Ming was dumbfounded when he saw Ye Feng who was intact. He was a serious physical cultivator, so why did Ye Feng do that?
He punched with all his strength, but Ye Feng took it easily.
He couldn't even believe his eyes. Wasn't this the middle stage of the Golden Core?
He is now in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but the result is not as he expected.
He had always thought his father was exaggerating. Foundation building hurts the Mahayana, and the Golden Elixir in May...
But now he has to believe that there are gaps between people, just as the saying goes, "Genius is just the threshold to see me."
This was the first time in Xuanyuan Ming's life that he felt this sense of powerlessness towards a person of his generation.
"I lost..."
Xuanyuan Ming trembled as he said this. At the age of 20, he was in the middle stage of Yuanying. How terrifying it was. He was almost the best among his peers. But his opponent was Ye Feng.
Ye Feng slowly released his hand and nodded slightly:
"Thank you"
"Yeah! Dad wins!"
Xuanyuan Zijin clapped happily below, ran into Ye Feng's arms, and kissed him on the face.
As for Xuanyuan Ming, he did not receive the same treatment as Ye Feng. Instead, he was greeted by Xuanyuan Yuehua's gloomy face.
"father!"
Xuanyuan Ming lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for his parents' punishment.
Xuanyuan Yuehua patted his shoulder and sighed softly:
"There has been progress, but the true strength of your brother-in-law is still far beyond my expectations."
"Dad...I..."
Xuanyuan Yuehua did not listen to Xuanyuan Ming's words. He could see that Xuanyuan Ming had made a lot of progress compared to last time, but the gap in strength was like a chasm that could not be crossed.
In order to save some face for Xuanyuan Ming, Ye Feng had been letting him off the hook from the very beginning of the attack, otherwise the outcome for his youngest child would have been similar to the last time.
"If you want to force your brother-in-law to use his full strength, even if he doesn't practice now, you still need to break through to the Spiritual Severing Realm and have sufficient combat experience."
Xuanyuan Yuehua said helplessly, Ye Feng has experienced many battles in the past five months, several, but how could he be so experienced?
"Your combat experience is too limited. I still can't keep you at home. After this Tianjiao battle, go to the border and follow your starling."
"Dad...yes!"
Xuanyuan Ming lost his voice, but looking at Xuanyuan Yuehua's determined look, he didn't say the words of refusal after all.
The border is a terrifyingly cold place, and the ones we have to guard against are the demons who have been trying to attack this world...
The frontier is a battlefield of blood and gore, a veritable meat grinder in the world of immortal cultivation. Even those who have passed the nine tribulations still run the risk of dying at the frontier.
Xuanyuan Yuehua sighed softly. How could he not know the dangers of the border?
But... there is no time, time is becoming more and more precious, and his son must not be a deserter on the battlefield in the future!
"During this time, I've consciously gone to the training grounds to hone my combat awareness. Opponents with a little more combat experience will see all the loopholes in your attacks."
Xuanyuan Yuehua whispered instructions, took a deep look at the father and daughter who were playing, and then left.
Xuanyuan Ming sighed, and went to the training ground on his own initiative, asking someone to arrange an experienced opponent to practice with him.
The days passed one by one, and Ye Feng, Xuanyuan Mingyu and Xuanyuan Zijin, a family of three, lived happily together.
Of course, there were challenges from Xuanyuan Ming during this period, and of course, the results all ended with Xuanyuan Ming's defeat.
"My brother-in-law has made great progress!"
Ye Feng picked up the still warm tea and drank it all, then looked at Xuanyuan Ming who had smashed a big hole in the ground, and said with relief.
Xuanyuan Mingyu helped Ye Feng wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead, looked at Xuanyuan Ming's position, and slowly said:
"He's still young and has a lot of room for improvement."
Ye Feng's expression changed slightly, but he didn't say much. He counted the days carefully. It was only half a month away from the start of the Tianjiao Battle.
The place where the Tianjiao fought is in the center of this secret realm, very close to the Suihuang Mausoleum, so it is very convenient to get there.
Xuanyuan Ming walked to Ye Feng with a dusty face and sat on the ground. Xuanyuan Zijin considerately brought him a cup of tea and wiped the dust off his face with a towel.
"Uncle, it's dirty!"
Xuanyuan Ming was extremely moved at this moment, thinking that his care for his niece was not in vain, and then he drank the tea in his hand without any precautions.
"Zijin, what kind of tea is this? Why does it taste weird?"
Xuanyuan Ming smacked his lips and frowned slightly. Why did the tea taste bitter, astringent and a bit rotten? Could it be that it was spoiled tea?
A sense of uneasiness gradually welled up in his heart.
"What kind of tea is this? This is the spiritual liquid I carefully prepared for my uncle. It tastes good, right?"
Xuanyuan Zijin's big eyes blinked, full of innocence.
Xuanyuan Ming's face changed drastically. He didn't have time to circulate his spiritual power. How could the spiritual liquid take effect so quickly?
Almost as soon as he turned around, Xuanyuan Ming flew away, holding his stomach, leaving behind the family of three who were laughing.
"My brother-in-law is so miserable. It seems like Zijin is targeting him."
"It's because this guy lied to Zijin before, saying that he had to teach Zijin's father a lesson when he saw him. Since then, Zijin has been mixing all kinds of spiritual liquids for Mingdi to drink."
Hearing this, Ye Feng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This was how it felt. He rubbed Xuanyuan Zijin's little head. Although he was young, he had a lot on his mind.
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