Ye Xuan and the Ye family monks were worried about nothing wrong. Zhou Qing was teleported out of the ring. Immediately, a monk wearing a black cloak quickly approached the past in the chaos, even one step faster than masters such as Ye Xuan.

The monk wearing a black cloak wandered among the crowd like a ghost, and in a flash came to Zhou Qing. Swish... A silver cold light shot out from his sleeves and stabbed Zhou Qing in a coma.

"not good"

The Ye family cultivators were shocked, but they had no time to stop Zhou Qing from being assassinated. The monk wearing a black cloak made a hideous and proud laugh.

However, at this moment, Ye Feng, who was on the referee's seat, moved slightly, took just one step and crossed hundreds of feet, and came to Zhou Qing in an instant.

"What kind of body technique is this? So fast"

Whether it was Hai Qing on the ring or the masters on the referee's seat, they were slightly shocked. As for the Ye family members, they finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ye Feng coming.

Click

A cold light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and he raised his hand and immediately dispersed the silver light emitted by the black cloak monk. Only then did the cultivators see clearly that the dazzling silver light was an extremely sharp but had broken into two pieces of silver dagger.

“What an amazing palm power”

The advanced monks were all shocked. They had already seen that the silver dagger used by the black cloak monk was a top-grade magic weapon, which was strong and sharp, but they did not expect that Ye Feng could slap it with his palm. Even Ye Feng's palm obviously did not condense any spiritual power, and he relied on his powerful body.

Ye Feng did not stop after slapping the dagger with his palm, and he was still unsatisfied. He continued to slap at the monk wearing a black cloak. The speed was extremely fast but silent.

Before the black cloak monk could figure out what was going on, he was hit by Ye Feng's palm. With his late-stage cultivation level, he could not dodge and could not resist it. He immediately opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of fishy black blood, flying out like a kite with broken strings.

At the same time, Ye Feng waved his other hand casually, and a powerful and soft invisible force immediately followed Zhou Qing's body.

Ye Feng then moved slightly, and immediately chased out like a wind, grabbed the black cloak monk who had not yet landed, and his eyes were like electric light: "Who are you? Who sent you?"

"Hehe" the black cloak monk did not answer, but just looked at Ye Feng and sneered. Then he turned his head and turned his head and disappeared on the spot, and he died completely.

The old monster with long eyebrows is an early stage master of Nascent Soul. His body movement may not be as fast as Ye Feng, but his speed is faster than Ye Feng. He came to Ye Feng at some point. At this time, he was slightly disappointed and said: "You took too much action, and he was beaten to death by you."

The other masters on the referee's seat, except for the silver-haired scholar, also rushed to the front one after another. Obviously, it was a very serious matter for someone to assassinate Zhou Qing at the conference.

They wanted to ask something, but they saw that the assassin was dead. They couldn't help feeling very disappointed. Seeing that the black-cloaked monk's obviously collapsed belly was like his long eyebrows. They thought that Ye Feng's palm was too fierce, so they directly killed the black-cloaked monk.

Ye Feng shook his head slightly and said, "This man died of suicide. Judging from the black blood he spitted out, he should have taken some kind of poison before he acted. Although my palm was powerful, I deliberately did not do my best, just to smash the monk's dantian, to destroy his cultivation, and prevent him from escaping and resisting. Otherwise, this man would have been torn to pieces."

Although the silver-haired scholar did not come, he could see more things than those of Changmei and other masters who came over. He agreed at this time: "Yes, this assassin was indeed poisoned and died of death. But the head of the Ye family, your palm is not light, otherwise this assassin would not have died so quickly."

"The assassin actually has an assassin"

The cultivators were surprised again when they heard this. Since the silver-haired scholar said that the black-cloaked monk was an assassin, he should really be an assassin.

"How do you know that he is an assassin? Maybe he is just an ordinary monk who has a grudge against Zhou Qing." The Japanese master of the early stage of Nascent Soul expressed doubts.

The silver-haired scholar smiled slightly and said, "This person has a low cultivation level, but his body skills are extremely fast, and he is clean and neat in his actions. He is not fancy, quick, accurate and ruthless, without any hesitation. He took poison before his action, and was able to lurk under the eyelids of so many of us masters. He is obviously a well-trained assassin."

The old monster with long eyebrows continued, "Yes, unless this monk is a master who is as hidden as the head of the Ye family, it is impossible to have the characteristics of these assassins."

Fairy Nangong looked at Ye Feng after hearing this, and said, "The head of the Ye family is indeed hidden. The previous move is thunderous. The ordinary Jindan cultivator may not be able to achieve his cultivation even in the later stages."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "It's too much. Now is not the time to talk about this. Finding out the true identity of this assassin is the most important thing now. Otherwise, the sect and family you are in may not encounter the same threat in the future."

Ye Feng had already lifted his cloak while he spoke, and saw clearly the appearance of the assassin, but he didn't recognize it. He could only see that the assassin was not a demon clan or something.

"Does any fellow Taoist know this assassin? Those who can provide clues can receive at least ten medium-grade spirit stones." The silver-haired scholar waved his hand, and the assassin's appearance immediately appeared on the calligraphy and paintings in the sky. The monks in the field wanted to get the spirit stone reward, but no one provided clues, as if the monk appeared out of thin air.

The silver-haired scholar was very unhappy when he saw this. Although the assassin was targeting the Ye family, it appeared at the Qianlong Conference held by the Penglai Immortal Sect. The Penglai Immortal Sect naturally had no face, especially the great elder in charge. Although no monks provided clues, he did not give up. He immediately summoned several monks from the sect to start the investigation.

At the same time, the competition continued as usual. The Ye family cultivators had already taken Zhou Qing back to the seat and began to treat him with all their might. As for Ye Feng, he began to check the assassin's personal belongings, and found that except for a black token with a grimace engraved with a special face, there was nothing else that could prove the identity of the assassin.

Ye Feng showed the token to the silver-haired scholar and other masters. All the masters shook their heads and did not know. The silver-haired scholar also showed the token to the public, and the cultivators also knew nothing. So Ye Feng had to take the token and temporarily put down the assassin's affairs, and let the Penglai Immortal Sect monks investigate slowly. He came to the Ye family seat to observe Zhou Qing's injuries.

Zhou Qing was still unconscious, his eyes closed, his face was pale, and he was even bleeding from the stomata. His injuries were very serious and he could not even swallow the elixir.

Fortunately, Ye Feng is here, otherwise the Ye family cultivators really don’t know what to do.

Ye Feng looked at Zhou Qing, then took Zhou Qing's pulse, listened to Zhou Qing's breathing and heartbeat, and finally smiled under the nervous and worried gaze of the Ye family cultivators, saying, "Although it looks scary, it is not a big problem. He was shocked by the demon sound and fell into a nightmare or a terrible illusion. If an ordinary monk encounters such a situation, his soul will be scattered over time. Zhou Qing is a person with deep cultivation and strong will. He will be able to support the past and wake up on his own in a few days. At that time, not only will heal, but he will also be able to make great progress in his mind and understand it."

After hearing this, the Ye family members felt relieved and all turned their worries into joy.

"Have you heard it? Our head said that Elder Zhou Qing was attacked by the Demon Sound, not using any magical spirit pill with self-harm effect." Thirty-six Tiangang fought back against the doubts of the East China Sea cultivators.

"It turned out to be a demon sound attack. Actually, I had thought of it for a long time, but I just didn't say it out. But no matter what, Zhou Qing, a top-grade Jindan monk, was defeated and injured by Hai Qing, a middle-grade Jindan monk, so easily. It was too embarrassing and useless."

The cultivators around the East China Sea suddenly realized, but they still refused to admit defeat. Ye Xuan was furious and said fiercely: "Head of the family, let me go up and kill Na Haiqing."

Ye Feng looked at Hai Qing on the ring, then looked at Ye Xuan with a firm look, and finally nodded slightly, "Okay, you can go up, but be careful. Zhou Qing underestimated Hai Qing because he knew that Hai Qing was a middle-grade golden elixir, so he was seriously injured by Mo Yin without any defense."

Ye Xuan was overjoyed and immediately stepped onto the ring quickly.

Seeing that it was not Ye Feng, Hai Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although he defeated Zhou Qing, who was the top-grade golden elixir, he certainly made him feel accomplished and established strong self-confidence. When Ye Feng killed the assassin before, the mysterious body and powerful body he showed reminded him of what happened when he first fought with Ye Feng several months ago, which once again made him feel fearful. The self-confidence he had just established collapsed in an instant.

Now seeing Ye Xuan appear on the court, he couldn't help but secretly glad that his strength may be stronger than Ye Feng, but he had a fear of Ye Feng in his heart. If he faced Ye Feng now, he would naturally lose. If he could defeat Ye Xuan again, this fear would be greatly reduced. Only then would he be more likely to win.

Of course, Hai Qing did not show his fear of Ye Feng. At this time, he looked at Ye Xuan arrogantly and said, "It's actually a yellow-haired girl. It seems that there is no talent in the Ye family. If you know the truth, you should kowtow and admit defeat and call him uncle, otherwise you won't blame me for bullying the children."

Obviously, Hai Qing was only afraid of Ye Feng, but he didn't take Ye Xuan seriously at all. He even remembered that Ye Xuan had never appeared when he went to Qifeng Island last time. This means that Ye Xuan is not an important figure in Qifeng Island, at least he should not be as good as Zhou Qing in terms of cultivation.

However, the audience Xiu, who was under the ring, became excited again because of Ye Xuan's appearance.

If Zhou Qing who played before made them envious, then Ye Xuan who played now would shock them and feel ashamed and unbelievable.

As a Jindan monk, Zhou Qing was young, but she was still within the limits of the cultivators. Ye Xuan was a little too young and could only describe her as young.

Ye Xuan looks like a half-old child. If it weren't for not growing up, there was only one explanation, that is, Ye Xuan is really a half-old child. Even if she started practicing since she was born, she had been practicing for more than ten years at most. Such a young Jindan monk is rare even among the three major sects of the East China Sea.

"It was her who was one of the Ye family monks who invaded our Japanese country. According to information, she was just a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage at that time. She didn't expect that she would form a golden elixir so soon. The five-colored spiritual fruit must have eaten the five-colored spiritual fruit that should belong to our Japanese genius monks."

The Japanese early-stage master of the Nascent Soul on the referee's seat screamed angrily. If it weren't for being in the Penglai Immortal Sect, there was a silver-haired scholar in the middle-stage Nascent Soul master in the same seat, he would probably have been unable to help but kill Ye Xuan, Ye Feng, who was in the same seat, and all the Ye monks.

"Head of Ye family, you have to admit that your Ye family is very powerful, right? Such a young monk formed a golden elixir. I'm afraid that it's not just because of the help of the Five-Colored Spirit Fruit, but your Ye family has also invested a lot, right?" The silver-haired scholar ignored the Japanese masters and turned to Ye Feng and said with a smile.

There is a saying that if the enemy cannot be eliminated, turn him into a friend. Since the failure of his previous battle with Ye Feng, the silver-haired scholar has changed his attitude and is obviously friendly to Ye Feng than before. Now seeing this Ye Xuan, he is more full of hope for the future of the Ye family.

"This girl is named Ye Xuan. She was not originally a monk of my Ye family. She was just a child from an ordinary family more than a year ago, but now she has condensed a golden elixir. Our Ye family naturally invested a lot in her. However, a child like her is the future of our Ye family, and no matter how much investment it is, it is worth it." Ye Feng nodded slightly and said.

"I actually condensed the golden elixir after practicing for less than two years? I suddenly said, "I don't know whether to say it or not. After this competition, I wanted to take this girl named Ye Xuan as a disciple. I wonder if you are willing to be the head of the Ye family?" The silver-haired scholar thought for a while and suddenly said.

As soon as the Silver-Haired Scholar said this, the masters on the referee's table were shocked. You should know that Silver-Haired Scholar is a master of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and is even more a great elder of the outer sect of the Penglai Immortal Sect. He is famous throughout the East China Sea, far from being a cultivator like the Changmei Monster who is a casual cultivator.

Even so, He Song, an outer monk from Penglai Immortal Sect, spent a lot of effort to become a disciple of the old monster with long eyebrows. After success, he was even more happy and proud.

As for the disciples who have become masters with such cultivation and status as Silver-haired scholars, Jindan monks like He Song dare not even think about it, and even the late-stage monks in the middle and late stages of Jindan are afraid to ask for it.

It can be said that even the old monster with long eyebrows is very difficult to become a disciple of a silver-haired scholar, and it would be very honorable if it could.

Although the silver-haired scholar is a mid-stage cultivator of Nascent Soul, his cultivation level and realm are far superior to the old monster who is also a Nascent Soul monk, and he is enough to become his master.

Now the silver-haired scholar takes the initiative to ask to accept Ye Xuan as his disciple. This is a great thing for Ye Xuan, and it makes the masters on the referee's seat envious or even jealous.

However, Ye Feng didn't seem to be interested. He smiled indifferently and said, "Of course I won't object to such a good thing. However, if you want to accept Ye Xuan as your disciple, you have to ask Ye Xuan's own opinion. Although Ye Xuan is a monk of our Ye family, my head of the family will not force her to do anything."

"It's really a blessing that we don't know. Our Hai family finally made Hai Qing an elder of the Yingzhou Sect, the Supreme Elder of the Nangong Family, and the disciple of the Fairy of Nangong. The Ye family monks picked up a bargain for nothing and had the chance to become the disciple of the silver-haired scholar. They pretended to be very calm. They really wanted to go up and beat him up without any magic weapon." The deputy head of the Hai family's eyes were full of jealousy, and he thought fiercely in his heart.

"Is Ye Feng jealous of Ye Xuan and thinks that the Yinhai Scholar should accept him as his disciple, so he deliberately is so cold and wants to destroy Ye Xuan's great opportunity?" Masters such as Changmei also felt that Ye Feng was too ignorant. The Yinhai Scholar took the initiative to accept his disciple, but he didn't even agree quickly.

"I hope the silver-haired scholar will regain the intention of revoking the disciples because of Ye Feng's arrogance. Or Hai Qing can kill Ye Xuan in this battle. Otherwise, Ye Xuan will really become the disciple of the silver-haired scholar, and the Ye family will have the Penglai Immortal Sect as a backer. It is even more impossible for us Japanese to destroy the Ye family and take revenge." The Japanese master thought so.

Ye Feng was not worried. I lost my life and got it. In his opinion, Ye Xuan was able to become a silver-haired scholar as his teacher, which was indeed a rare good thing. However, in the long run, the one who benefited the most may not be the Ye family rather than the Penglai Immortal Sect. In addition, he felt that even if Ye Xuan did not become a disciple, it would be better to become a disciple. It was not necessary to become an icing on the cake. Therefore, he decided to let Ye Xuan make a choice by himself.

At the same time, Ye Feng also understood very well why the silver-haired scholar would take the initiative to accept disciples. Any older master likes to have a genius disciple who will carry forward his or her mantra and pass on it. The silver-haired scholar is naturally no exception. After all, even a high-level monk cannot become an immortal, he will eventually return to the dust. It is like an ordinary person who knows that his life span is only a hundred years old, but he still likes to leave his descendants.

Ye Xuan used less than two years to form a golden elixir, and she was still a top-grade golden elixir, and her luck was quite strong. The silver-haired scholar in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul easily saw this and naturally became a loving talent.

As for Ye Feng himself, he naturally had only happiness with Ye Xuan's opportunity, without any envy, and would not be even more jealous or destructive. Because Ye Feng knew that although he had been practicing longer than Ye Xuan and was older than Ye Xuan, his golden elixir quality and luck were far superior to Ye Xuan.

If the word "genius" is compatible, Ye Feng will definitely be even more genius than Ye Xuan. But now the old monster and other masters of the long-browed monster cannot see this, and Ye Feng doesn't intend to let them see it.

Ye Feng believed that if the silver-haired scholar knew his true situation and did not have any malice, he would have given up Ye Xuan immediately and would pester him as his disciple. If he wanted, he could find a master who was more powerful than the silver-haired scholar. However, he was not going to do this.

On the one hand, it is because he has too many secrets, and once they are leaked, it will inevitably cause bloody storms. It is too dangerous to find a master to become a disciple.

On the other hand, he felt that he didn't need a master at all. Because the path he was going to take was different from all monks. With the guidance of a master, it might allow him to avoid detours on the road of cultivation, but it would also limit his development to some extent.

Sure enough, Ye Feng was right. After hearing Ye Feng's words, the silver-haired scholar not only did not get angry, but instead showed a happy and excited smile.

In fact, as a mid-stage master of Nascent Soul, the Yinhai Scholar has a different mindset than that of ordinary people. If Ye Feng heard his request, he immediately agreed and ordered Ye Xuan to become a disciple, he would definitely think that this disciple was too easy and meaningless.
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