Chapter 22: Great Treasures
This time, however, it was Ye Feng who found something extraordinary in the old man.
Last time, Ye Feng had only entered the first level of the True Martial Realm, so he could not detect anything at all.
But this time around, not only had Ye Feng stepped into the Spiritual Martial Realm, but his perception had also been transformed by the golden divine pellet in his brain domain to a very demonic level.
In an instant, he perceived that there was a natural sword aura that was hidden on the pockmarked old man who was sleeping on his back in front of him.
This sword aura, which was very amazing, was actually transmitted through his breath, surrounding the old man's body with a sharp edge, and even Ye Feng could hear the faint sound of a sword chirping in the air.
"Between breathing and exhaling, the airflow becomes sword qi."
Ye Feng's eyes twitched.
How mind-blowing of a realm should this be?
Ye Feng reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to capture the fluid sword qi surrounding the sepia-clothed old man, he vaguely felt that it would be of great use to his own enlightenment of the sword dao.
However, Ye Feng only had time to capture three special sword qi, and before he could sense it, the sword qi had already dispersed in his palm.
"These sword qi are incomparably loose and of no use. "
Not knowing when, the sackcloth old man woke up and sat there, his pale eyes staring at Ye Feng, his eyes having a hint of surprise as he said, "Ye Feng boy, it's only been half a month since I've seen you, and you've been transformed. "
Obviously, the sackcloth old man was not only praising Ye Feng's soaring cultivation, he also saw through the Qi and blood in Ye Feng's body at a glance, which was simply as majestic as the sea.
Ye Feng knew that this sepia-clothed old man, was definitely very extraordinary and had been kind to him, so he held the salute of a junior and cupped his fist and said, "Senior, I came this time to ask senior for some advice on something I don't understand about sword cultivation."
The linen-clothed old man also seemed to be interested, and stood up vigorously, pulling Ye Feng out of the ancestral hall and heading in a certain direction, saying, "Come on, old man, I haven't had any physical activity for a long time, so it's a good time for you to practice with me, Ye Feng. "
Ye Feng looked at the red hot appearance of the hemp clothed old man and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, this strange old man was really quite idle.
However, Ye Feng also had a - some doubts in his heart, the hemp-clothed old man was so extraordinary and must be very powerful, he wondered why he was sleeping in the clan hall all day.
Moreover, no one on the road knew the hemp-clothed old man, everyone seemed to think that this was just an ordinary old man who looked after the door in the clan.
If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to think about it, and Ye Feng wouldn't take the bull by the horns.
Soon, the two arrived at a huge martial arts arena in the centre of the clan.
He took a very ordinary wooden sword from the weapon rack beside the martial arts arena and pointed it at Ye Feng, saying: "Come, draw your sword and strike it at me. "
"Old man, are you sure you want to use a wooden sword? " Ye Feng's eyes were astonished and he said with some uncertainty.
Although he knew that this strange old man was extraordinary and might be a master of the sword dao, but using a wooden sword that could easily be broken, against himself, Ye Feng was really afraid that he might hurt this old man.
The sackcloth old man let out a laugh and said, "Hahahaha, brat, I didn't expect to still respect the old and love the young, don't worry, you can't hurt me even if you cultivate for another ten or eight years. "
"That's what you said."
Hearing the sackcloth old man say this, Ye Feng simply let go all of a sudden.
"Clang!"
The long sword came out of its sheath, and holding the rusty long sword in his hand, Ye Feng fiercely stepped on the ground and instantly rushed towards the pockmarked old man.
This strange old man spoke so wildly, Ye Feng was ready to teach him a little lesson.
I'm afraid this old man still didn't know that he had already mastered three sets of Yellow Grade Sword Arts at the Perfection level.
It was a bit difficult to stop himself even with a wooden sword.
"Bright Moon Sword Art!"
In this instant, Ye Feng's eyes were like lightning as he flew out his sword, and a cold sword light, accompanied by a bright moon vision, instantly rushed high into the sky.
Clang clang clang clang!
This single sword light, above the high sky, split into thousands more sword lights, like a rain of light covering the sky, instantly stabbing towards the pockmarked old man.
"Great Perfection Bright Moon Sword Art? Hahahaha, Ye Feng boy, not bad, not bad!"
The sack-clothed old man laughed out loud, his tone not the least bit flustered.
The old man's body was withered and thin, holding a -handled wooden sword in one hand, standing there, making people feel very ordinary, plain, even a kind of decadent silence, twilight.
But at this moment, he was all alone, facing the rain of thousands of bright moon swords pouring down from high in the sky, but he moved abruptly.
"Clang! "
At this very instant, the wooden sword in the mouth of the pockmarked old man fiercely raised itself towards the sky, and a heart-pounding aura, a sharp sword aura, exploded from the pockmarked old man's body all at once.
At this moment, the old man in pockmarked clothes gave outsiders the impression that he did not look like a dying old man, but a majestic and heroic supreme powerhouse!
"Ye Feng brat, didn't you come to learn the sword dao, so watch out now, old man I will only give out one sword, how much you can learn is up to you!"
The linen-clothed old man suddenly spoke out, and every word was as if a divine sword was clanging.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the sepia-clothed old man finally struck out with his sword, a powerful and matchless sword momentum, majestic, vast and endless, yet full of - a kind of domineering sharpness that tore the sky apart, cutting all of the heavenly sword rain into nothingness.
This sword was so terrifying that it vaguely linked up with the great forces of heaven and earth, like a sword that opened up the heavens and tore the sky with its black aura, causing the bright sun in the sky to flicker into light and darkness.
Although these were only illusions given to people, there was no doubt that this sword was incomparably terrifying!
"The end of the sword dao is not splendid, but that extreme sharpness, that overbearing intent that tears apart the heavens and the earth!"
The linen-clothed old man stood with his sword withdrawn, and his resounding voice rang out in the martial arts arena.
At that moment, the bright sun in the sky returned to shine again, and the power of the sword had disappeared.
It seemed that nothing had happened just now, and all things were calm again.
But at this time, Ye Feng, who was opposite the old man in pockmarked clothes, was holding the rusty sword in his hand and standing there, motionless, his eyes full of endless shock.
At that moment, Ye Feng felt that he was like an ant looking up at a giant wielding a great sword, splitting open mountains and tearing apart rivers.
That was a stunning sword!
The sharpness of that sword!
The dominance of that sword!
The monstrous aura of that sword!
All of these were what gave Ye Feng a great spiritual shock.
Ye Feng did not want to waste any time and did not speak to the sackcloth old man, he directly sat on the ground with his knees crossed, his mind frantically recalling that astounding sword just now, wanting to imprint it in his memory and wait to slowly comprehend it later.
This amazing sword was like a huge treasure given to Ye Feng by the sackcloth old man!
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