Chapter 971 Gift of Knife

"How could I not consider this..."

Looking at Ye Feng's back as he left with the Xingxiangguan and Qianniaozhai teams, a gleam of brilliance flashed across the eyes of the Chenxin Palace Master. Situ Reading

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"Don't worry. Xuan Zhenzi was able to leave a star mark on him, so why can't I? Hehe, my methods are more sophisticated than Xuan Zhenzi's."

"Ah?"

Ning Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with ecstasy. Could it be that the Palace Master had secretly made some moves under the sweep of his mental power just now?

He wanted to ask in detail, but the Chenxin Palace Master was no longer willing to talk about this topic. He turned into a faint golden light and disappeared into the sky in a flash.

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"Thank you for your protection, Master."

After leaving the Forbidden City, the sky was clear and there was no dark cloud covering it.

Ye Feng, who had been walking forward with his head down and teeth gritted, whispered to Xuan Zhenzi respectfully. There were a few traces of blood on his lips, which shocked Xuan Jing, who was standing by, and showed a bitter and distressed look on her face.

This shows how much pressure Ye Feng had endured under the oppression and threat of the Lord of Chenxin Palace.

Xuan Zhenzi waved his hand indifferently, and sighed deeply at Ye Feng, who looked gloomy.

This young boy with a young face was carrying a burden that he should not have borne on his thin shoulders.

In the current Yuanwu Continent, the Demon Sect, needless to say, should be extremely hostile to Ye Feng. Not to mention that he killed Baiyue and defeated Chu Haiyu, just because he is now ranked first on the Demon Killing List, he will inevitably be hunted down by the eight major branches of the Demon Sect.

As for the righteous side, the first force Tianji Temple, as well as Benlei Temple, including Tianyin Mountain, which has already found out the cause of Tang Qingqiu's death, are all hostile to Ye Feng, and only Xingxiangguan and Qianniaozhai can provide some help.

As for Wanjue Sect...

Perhaps after the news of the battle of Tianjin City spreads, as long as the heads of Wanjue Sect's top leaders are not caught by the door, they should know how to treat this genius disciple who was forced to leave the mountain gate by them.

"It's really pitiful for the weak..."

"Strong strength is the most important thing in the martial arts world... Without strength, you can only be slaughtered and trampled like pigs and dogs, and human lives are like grass. The weak have no meaning in the eyes of the strong."

The fingers of his hands clenched and creaked, and Ye Feng, who lowered his head, smiled self-deprecatingly.

And in the depths of his dark pupils, there was a ball of fire rising faintly.

Once again, Ye Feng felt the importance of strength. Although he might be proud of his own ability in the younger generation of Yuanwu Continent, in front of the powerful semi-saints such as Mo Yuanzi and Chen Xin, Ye Feng was no different from an ant.

Life and death depended on a word from these semi-saints.

"All good things must come to an end. Senior Master, you can't protect me for too long. Why don't we say goodbye!"

Hearing Ye Feng say this, Wang Po and Duan Tianming also flew over.

They cared a lot about Ye Feng, the young man they had high hopes for. Although he was not a disciple of Qianniaozhai or Xingxiangguan, for them, if Ye Feng didn't help them this time, the disciples of the two sects might have died or been injured.

Ye Feng's kindness to the two sects was real. Even if it was to repay this favor, Wang Po and Duan Tianming tried their best to save Ye Feng.

"Thank you for your protection, elders. I will never forget it." Ye Feng also bowed to Wang Po and the others sincerely and thanked them softly.

Seeing the depression on Ye Feng's face, they both nodded slightly.

Duan Tianming patted Ye Feng's shoulder with his big hand like a palm leaf fan as if to comfort him. The latter raised his head and smiled, but he barely cheered up a little.

Then Ye Feng's eyes fell on Xuan Jing, who was extremely worried, and nodded at Xuan Jing.

"Ye Feng... Junior Brother, you, come back to the Astrology Temple with us. My father will protect you." Xuan Jing's expression was both worried and reluctant.

Knowing that it was impossible to betray Wan Jue Sect and join the Astrology Temple, she still did not give up at this moment.

Xuan Jing knew that once separated from herself and others, Ye Feng would have to face the possible ambush from all sides alone.

Too many people from the Demon Sect died at the hands of Ye Feng.

Especially the Moon Demon Sect and the Soul-Destroying Palace, a saint of high status and a king-level elder all died tragically at Ye Feng's hands. For the demon sect warriors who are vindictive, this account will never be let go.

Perhaps the holy land-level forces make it impossible for them to retaliate, but is there no way for a lone virtual realm warrior?

Unless Ye Feng returns to the Wan Jue Sect immediately under the protection of Xuan Zhenzi, otherwise, endless waves of ambushes are almost predictable, and Ye Feng can only rely on his own strength to face it alone.

"Sister Xuan Jing, thank you too. One day I will come to the Astrology View to see you. Don't forget, you still have to do me a favor."

Ye Feng shook his head with a calm look.

He understood Xuan Jing's good intentions, but he couldn't go to the Astrology View with her.

At this time, he was almost the target of the eight sects of the Demon Sect, and the master of the Tianji Palace, Chen Xin, was also paying attention to Ye Feng.

Once he followed Xuan Zhenzi to the Xingxiang Temple, it was equivalent to grafting the attention of the entire Demon Sect and the Lord of Chenxin Palace to the Xingxiang Temple.

As the master of Xingxiang Temple, Xuan Zhenzi also had to consider the tens of thousands of Xingxiang Temple disciples and the countless people of the affiliated counties and countries protected by Xingxiang Temple.

If Ye Feng joins Xuan Zhenzi as a disciple of Xing Xiang Guan, then Xing Xiang Guan may have another reason to do his best to maintain it. But Ye Feng cannot give up Wushuang Peak. In this case, there is no reason to drag the Star View into the quagmire.

Xuan Jing hesitated to speak, and wanted to persuade Ye Feng. Lin Tujue on the side shook his head at her. A trace of disappointment appeared on Xuan Jing's face, and finally... she gave up.

They all understand that Ye Feng has his own persistence and ideas in his heart. Once he decides something, no one can make him change it.

"Senior Temple Master, there are some things recorded here about the awakening of Senior Sister Xuanjing's martial body. Now Senior Sister's martial body is in a semi-awakened state. With the support of astrology, it should not be difficult to fully awaken..."

After thinking about it, Ye Feng took out the jade slip carved by Yuan Ling and handed it to Xuan Zhenzi with both hands.

Taking the jade slip, Xuan Zhenzi looked at Ye Feng's seemingly plain but determined face, and opened his lips slightly, wanting to say something.

After a long time, he still had nothing to say and could only sigh secretly.

For some reason, he who has already reached the semi-saint level has shown great expectations for a young warrior in the virtual realm for the first time. Perhaps as long as he passes this level, the young man in front of him will have a chance to truly transform into a strong man who can stand upright against the sky and the earth. Bar.

"I heard that girl Jing'er said that you have a very good understanding of the sword's intention, but you don't have a handy weapon?"

Ye Feng was about to say goodbye to everyone in Qiandori Zhai, when Xuan Zhenzi suddenly had a long black sword in his hand. The blade was engraved with a long dragon-like inscription. It exuded sharpness even without being unsheathed.

"I have here a long sword that is a high-grade spiritual weapon on the earth level. The name of the sword is Moro. It was obtained by hunting down a master of the Demon Sect a hundred years ago. I have no use for it, so I will give it to you."

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