Chapter 42: One move to bring down

"Is this kid already a cultivation in the Qi-induced stage?" A thought flashed through Hu Lin'an's mind, "In half a year, it is absolutely impossible to enter the Qi-induced stage from the third level of the body-building stage. It must be something wrong with me..."

Everyone present was shocked! The whole courtyard was silent. Looking at Ye Feng, who was standing in the same place, not even a single hair was missing. Those who were still cheering for Hu Linan just now had a look of ashes on their faces.

As a senior brother of Chuangong, how can I do anything in the future if I make a fool of myself in front of so many junior brothers? Even if this kid has reached the Qi-induced stage, his strength should be lower than mine! No matter what magic skills he has practiced, even if he kills him today, he will have to take action!

Hu Linan slowly struggled from the ground and got up again, and made a hand slap in his hand, a silver-colored sword flew out from Hu Linan's waist.

Ye Feng looked up at the sword flying in the air, and said in a disdainful tone: "It's funny, it's such a clumsy sword control technique. Is there any new trick? It's okay to change to a decent weapon. In my opinion, this is not as good as Meng Changjun's street stall product. Hurry up and take it to the kitchen to cut vegetables."

"Dare you say that my hundred-refined steel sword is not as good as a street stall product?"

"You are so disgusting, so don't take out this broken sword to disgust me. I don't even take the street stalls like Qianlian Sword, let alone the bullshit sword?" Ye Feng scratched his head, as if he didn't even remember the name of the sword.

Hu Linan had the heart to eat Ye Feng! This kid used to complain, but he didn't see him for a few days, his mouth became so poisonous and he was so arrogant! If he didn't beat him to death, how could he stay on Feiyang Peak in the future? Look at my Feijian!

A flash of lightning in the air, and the flying sword turned into a ray of light, causing a burst of coldness to hit Ye Feng.

"Again, you're still useless."

Ye Feng snapped his fingers. These days, Jianwan had controlled his sword and could control it at will without pinching the sword technique. A sword pill flew out from his fingertips, and a silver light flashed. Then he heard the crisp sound of a metal collision "bang". The Bailian Sharp Sword turned into powder in the air, and little by little silver shaves were blown by the breeze, just like a few silver-white snowflakes floating down the sky in winter.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the "snowflakes" flying in the air, each of them half open their mouths, without blinking their eyes, as if they were watching colorful fireworks.

Hu Linan's originally disproportionate facial features were completely distorted at this moment, and his eyes almost fell to the ground, and his mouth was even more open, making people easily see his throat.

Before Hu Lin'an could come back to his senses, Ye Feng flashed to his side, pulled his posture and punched him in the chest. Hu Lin'an flew out like an electric shock. A cypress tree weighing the size of a bowl behind him was broken by Hu Lin'an in the waist.

Hu Linan fell several times on the ground, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and was seriously injured. Hu Linan, who was lying on the ground, was shocked: How is it possible! A punch actually has such a great power. Originally, I could only kill the boy in the third level of the body-building stage with just one finger, but now I have the power of the seventh level of the Qi-induced stage. It only took half a year to do so, how is this possible!

A severe pain came from his chest, and with everything that happened just now, Hu Linan was too frightened and fainted when his eyes rolled.

The courtyard fell into death silence again, and even swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it was particularly clear. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Ye Feng in unison. It seemed that Ye Feng was alone in the courtyard, and the others stood there motionless like wood. No one even helped the fainting senior brother Chuangong.

Ye Feng looked around for a week, pointed at the few people who were laughing at him at the beginning and said, "Smile again and show me? Carry this waste back into the house. I didn't do my best. He can't die. I'll just keep it for a few days."

Several people felt that Ye Feng's fingers and legs were trembling unconsciously. They hurriedly lifted Hu Lin'an and rolled and crawled back to the cave. This kid dared to beat Senior Brother Chuangong, and what else did he dare not do?

Ye Feng clapped his hands, picked up the bag that was thrown on the ground, and shook the doorman who was already stunned. "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time, take me to pay homage to Elder Chuangong."

The doorman blinked, quickly lowered his head and bowed, his attitude became more respectful, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Senior Brother, please... please here."

Ye Feng had already walked away, and the dozen people who were watching just now no longer had the intention to practice martial arts, and couldn't help but start talking.

"Has this kid practiced some evil methods? How come he has made so much progress in less than half a year? It's incredible."

"Mr. Hu's punch was probably close to the power of Baijun just now. That kid didn't even move, and it was unscathed. What kind of cultivation is it?"

"When I saw this boy being punched, his whole body seemed to be covered by a layer of golden light, as if he was wearing a layer of golden armor..."

"Isn't this kid already above the seventh level of the Qi-induced stage? Isn't the muscles and bones of his body re-tempered?"

"Stop talking nonsense, how is this possible! It's absolutely impossible to break through from the third level of the body-forging period to the seventh level of the induce period in half a year..."

"I think it's not just the seventh level of the Qi Induction Stage, but one punch can knock Brother Hu away from the seventh level of the Qi Induction Stage, and break the cypress tree with the size of a bowl behind him in the waist. It takes at least 150 jin..."

"One hundred and fifty junctions, how is this possible!!"

"Can't this kid already be in the Golden...Mobile Stage's cultivation...has we read it wrong? This is absolutely impossible!"

Everyone could not guess Ye Feng at all, and no one knew how high his cultivation was. In everyone's eyes, Ye Feng had become a mysterious person, like an endless universe, full of endless secrets.

Ye Feng came to Elder Chuangong's cave and saw Elder Chuangong sitting there drinking tea. Elder Chuangong was already over 150 years old, but his head was covered with thick black hair, not a beard, and his face looked like a venerable.

There are many elders of Chuangong in the Sword Sect. The status of the inner disciples is not very high, similar to the true disciples of the sect. They are only responsible for guiding the inner disciples or guiding the senior brothers of Chuangong on weekdays, and then the senior brothers of Chuangong will guide the disciples below. However, as inner disciples, Chuangong Elder is equivalent to their immediate superiors, and no one dares to offend them.

Ye Feng hurriedly saluted to Elder Chuangong who was sitting on a chair drinking tea: "Disciple Ye Feng came to pay homage to Elder Chuangong."
Chapter completed!