Qiankun Gourd

Chapter 694: Hidden Sword Pavilion

Ye Feng looked at Zhai Tiangong and saw that he was only a fifth-level true immortal, and smiled slightly.

"good very good!"

"We'll meet on the Duqingfeng Arena!"

After Zhai Tiangong finished speaking, he turned into a beam of light and flew away from the hall.

Ye Feng followed closely behind.

On a tall arena on Duqing Peak, Ye Feng and Zhai Tiangong appeared one after another.

Soon, many people gathered in the audience to watch the fun.

"Uncle Master Ye, I won't be polite!"

Zhai Tiangong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and with a gesture of his hands, a huge blade fell from the sky and chopped towards Ye Feng fiercely.

Ye Feng was not polite either. He made a hand gesture and a giant blue sword flew out from behind him.

There was a loud bang!

The blue giant sword and the giant blade collided instantly.

"what...!"

The giant blade was shattered in an instant, and Zhai Tiangong groaned as he was blown away a hundred feet.

"Impossible? Impossible?"

"how could this be!"

Zhai Tiangong's eyes were full of disbelief. He couldn't believe that he would lose to Ye Feng, who was only a fourth-rank True Immortal.

"How is it! Junior Brother Zhai, do you still want to fight?"

Ye Feng put his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly.

"Of course we have to fight!"

Zhai Tiangong was still not convinced. He activated a spell in his hand and a blood-red sword spun around and shot out. The blood-red sword turned into a ray of blood and went straight towards Ye Feng.

The blood-red sword flashed with light and turned into a blood-red giant about several dozen feet tall.

The blood-red giant opened his mouth and a beam of blood shot out.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, and a red lightning shot out from his hand, hitting the blood-red light.

The blood-red light was shattered by one blow, and the red lightning went straight towards the blood-red giant.

The blood-red giant was not afraid at all and swung his fist towards the red lightning.

The red lightning hit the bloody giant's fist and spread along the bloody giant's arm. The red lightning wrapped around the bloody giant.

Crackling! Crackling! Crackling!

As the voice sounded, the blood-red giant's body trembled, and his body quickly shrank, transforming into a blood-red sword again. At this time, the light around the blood-red sword was much dimmer, as if a lot of magic power had been consumed.

Zhai Tiangong spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees with a thud.

Some onlookers around started talking about it.

"Isn't this Uncle Ye from Wan Lei Peak?"

"That person is Senior Brother Zhai from Lingxiao Peak!"

"Why are the two of them fighting here?"

"I know about this. I just came from the Contribution Pavilion..."

someone said.

"So that's it!"

"Uncle Ye is only a fourth-level True Immortal, but he actually defeated Brother Zhai, who is a fifth-level True Immortal. He is really amazing!"

someone said.

"I thought this Master Ye was a loser, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful!"

"Yes! Uncle Ye has just joined the Immortal Sect, but he has already achieved such a high level of cultivation and strength. This makes us old disciples feel ashamed!"

Ye Feng naturally heard these words, but he didn't care.

"Master Zhai, do you want to fight again?"

Ye Feng walked up to Zhai Tiangong and said.

"No more fighting, no more fighting! Master Ye is very powerful, I admit defeat, I will give the flying boat to you!"

Zhai Tiangong said hurriedly.

"That's good! I hope you won't make things difficult for Wang Ying!"

Ye Feng lightly left Duqing Peak and returned to Duxian Peak again.

Ye Feng came to the treasure house of Duxian Peak.

The treasure house has several attics, each with three floors.

Ye Feng was good at using sword, so he came to Jiange.

Standing outside the Sword Pavilion, Ye Feng walked towards the first floor of the Sword Pavilion. Before he entered the main hall, sword energy shot out from the hall.

Ye Feng circulated the magic power in his body, and red lightning flashed on his body, instantly blocking the attacks of the sword energy.

Walking into the Sword Pavilion, Ye Feng looked up and saw dozens of immortal swords floating in the hall. These immortal swords were all first-grade, second-grade, and third-grade immortal treasures.

"Disciple Ye Feng, come and get the sword!"

Ye Feng bowed respectfully.

"Ye Feng? You are Brother Zhao's eldest disciple, Ye Feng!"

An old voice suddenly came.

"I am the junior, may I ask your honorable name?"

Ye Feng asked.

"I am Yu Cang, the guardian of the Sword Pavilion! You can just call me Uncle Yu!"

The old man's voice came again.

"Do you know the rules of Jian Ge?"

"Uncle Master Yu, I don't know!"

Ye Feng said.

"Since you don't know, let me tell you!"

"The Sword Pavilion has three floors. The first floor contains first-, second-, and third-grade immortal treasures!"

"The second level contains fourth-grade and fifth-grade immortal treasures!"

"The third level is the sixth level of immortal treasure!"

"With your cultivation level, you can only choose immortal treasures on the first level. Regardless of whether you choose one or not, you must hand in 10,000 immortal stones!"

Yu Cang introduced.

"Disciple understands!"

Ye Feng agreed and waved his sleeves. A storage bag containing 10,000 immortal stones flew out.

The storage bag flashed and disappeared.

"Yes! Ten thousand immortal stones, no more, no less!"

"You can choose the fairy treasure now!"

"These immortal treasures are all spiritual. Although you choose them, they also have the right to choose you. If you choose them but they don't choose you, you can't take them away!"

Yu Cang said again.

"Disciple understands!"

Ye Feng agreed again, then lightly stepped on the ground and arrived in the middle of the hall.

He closed his eyes slightly, made a hand gesture, and his soul flew out of his body.

Wherever the soul saw, there was a figure sitting cross-legged on those long swords. These figures looked like humans, beasts, demons, rivers, light, and so on.

These figures are the sword souls of these immortal swords.

"Fellow Daoists, who is willing to follow me?"

Ye Feng's soul clasped his fists and saluted these sword spirits.

Hearing the voices, the sword spirits opened their eyes and looked at Ye Feng.

"Water, wood, and earth spiritual roots, and one lightning spiritual root?"

"The spiritual roots are too mixed, this kind of talent is not worthy of me at all!"

A beautiful and pleasant voice suddenly came.

Ye Feng's soul heard the voice and looked over, only to see a golden sword floating not far away. On the golden sword was a charming woman in a golden gauze dress.

Seeing Ye Feng looking over, the charming woman quickly closed her eyes as if she didn't see it.

"The spiritual roots are indeed too mixed!"

Another deep voice came from the distance. It was a black sword, and above the black sword was an eagle-headed man with wings on his back sitting cross-legged.

The eagle-headed man glanced at Ye Feng and stopped talking. He flew away and hid far away from Ye Feng.

Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled bitterly. These immortal swords were indeed spiritual.

Dozens of immortal swords were not satisfied with Ye Feng's qualifications, so they all hid far away.

In the end, only a green sword was left floating there. On the green sword sat a girl in a green dress. The girl looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Well, well! Can I let you go?"

The girl suddenly looked at Ye Feng and spoke.

Ye Feng looked at the green sword, which was a first-grade immortal sword. The girl looked so fragile that she looked like she could be blown away by the wind.

"Ling'er, what do you think?"

Ye Feng transmitted the message.