Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1265: Slowly Healing

He looked up and saw, with his peripheral vision, the fierce crack in front of Ye Fengsheng, completely torn open by the punch's wind. At this moment, it was slowly healing. After a fluctuation in his chest, a stream of blood, mixed red and black, flowed from his mouth.

How could he not have foreseen that after exchanging a punch with Ye Fengsheng, he could adjust his breathing so quickly? If he had seen tears earlier, he wouldn't have chosen to take a punch together with Ye Fengsheng.

While Ye Fengsheng stood at a distance, the blue-robed cultivator hurriedly contained his breath, trying to readjust his state as quickly as possible to ensure he could continue to stall Ye Fengsheng.

He was also a core figure of Kunlun. Last night, when Kunlun reviewed this plan, he was present. The plan could only be implemented if everyone deemed it safe. However, this strange situation was hard for him to accept.

Ye Fengsheng attacked Lu Mingxuan, but it seemed unreasonable. Many elders of Kunlun were hurt by Ye Fengsheng. Unreasonable, but it was merely an odd occurrence. Now that it happened, it seemed quite absurd to him.

The entire Kunlun people joined forces to suppress a Core Formation youth living in Kunlun. Even if he belonged to an ancient race, he should have faced suppression for thousands of years; he was bound to die!

But this is a situation of capturing and seeking things. This young man, destined to die, found traces of life, utterly ridiculous.

Not having thought it through, another rocket came flying, the searing heat wave it brought was undeniable!

Seeing the rocket flying straight towards the Nine Heavens Garden Palace, he could only abandon the spirit already moving within him, and like a vigorous cheetah, leap into the air to intercept the rocket.

"You're thinking too much, aren't you?"

Accompanied by the howling cold wind, the piercing chill made the blue-robed monk's heart start to pound violently. A never-before-felt unease began to spread from his heart, quickly permeating his entire body. The face of Ye Fengsheng, which was supposed to be hacked to pieces, suddenly appeared before him, along with a red sword, like the morning sun.

"How dare you!"

He couldn't help but shout loudly, the blue-robed monk roared in anger. At this moment, he couldn't differentiate himself from Ye Fengsheng's attack zone. What he cared about was the rocket flying towards the Nine Heavens Sakura Palace!

This was a hall handed down for hundreds of years! It was the symbol of Kunlun! After that, it held the leadership position in Kunlun for hundreds of years! If the rocket was allowed to explode indiscriminately in the Nine Heavens Garden Palace, Kunlun's legacy of hundreds of years would instantly vanish!

How could such a thing be tolerated! This is the honor of Kunlun! This is Kunlun's legacy!

Faced with Ye Fengsheng's sharp sword, the blue-robed cultivator had no resistance, and instead forced his body to turn to avoid critical points, letting the sword pass over his shoulder and chopping off one arm, then diving downward with greater speed. He could catch up with the rocket about to land in the Nine Heavens Garden Palace. He enveloped it while fiercely turning it towards Ye, Feng, shouted: 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"This is Kunlun's foundation for hundreds of years. How can you let Ye Fengsheng indulge?"

Ye Feng was expressionless. After dodging the rocket, he held a red dagger, stopping his sky walk, shimmering spirit beneath his feet. Witnessing this scene personally, anyone would think he was a Kunlun cultivator, but with one arm missing, the embarrassed blue-robed cultivator was just a troublemaking villain.

"When you Kunlun promised Pei to kill me, did you ever think anything like this would happen today?"

Ye Fengsheng stood between heaven and earth, with a clear conscience. Jiuzhen Palace and Jingfeng Ridge were the first to stir. I just found the murderer. Duanmai Mountain knows my identity, if it's a cliff, I wouldn't pursue it. But I have no relation to Su Kunlun. You Kunlun killed me one by one. Now I want to tell you something, but you feel wronged. What is that? Is there a truth like this in the world?"

At this time, Ye Fengsheng waved his hand: "If you dare to start a war in Kunlun, I will fight back. If you dare to send someone to kill me, I will come and storm your Kunlun Sect. Even if you can."

The remaining forty-six golden lotuses slowly turned from the sound of the leaves and phoenix. A golden glow, another golden lotus withering. As if descending slowly, because it wasn't deliberate, just like leaves blown off by a gentle breeze from the branches.

But everyone knows clearly that the golden lotus will fall on Kunlun's Nine Heavens Garden Palace, then explode, turning the building symbolizing the sect's supreme authority into ruins.

The elders have more patience. For instance, Kunlun Yuan Ying cultivators like Ye Fengsheng have been waiting, even within a spiritually rich area, without great opportunities and strong qualifications, Yuan Ying is already at the cusp of an elder. Not to mention the fragile spirit like the outside world, most of them can reach the Nascent Soul Realm, they are two generations over 160 years old. Before them are ordinary centenarians. They are just children.

Two young monks who haven't yet appeared. Middle-aged Taoist Wu Yuan is also how he appears. His visage is not of middle age, but he can cultivate the Heavenly Dao's inner spirit. Furthermore, his body, tempered by spirit, is extremely tenacious. He seems middle-aged, but in fact, he is only steps away from his centenary.

Kunlun's four elders struggled with Kunlun swordsman Lu Mingxuan and Ye Fengsheng, he did not take action. Although it appeared as if Ying Lu held him, even Ying Lu did not know that the middle-aged Taoist never committed suicide. He's unsure of the truth and reality. He could subdue Ying Lu several times, but he didn't do so.

Even now, in the struggle with the spirit bones carved in the heavens, he remains calm and confident. He has repeatedly used the call of bone spirit carved to blow the wind, battling in the air, walking freely in the open court.

Maybe he is powerless against it, or cannot cause any real harm to it. But killing it is also difficult.

He seemed to notice the golden lotus withering around Ye Fengsheng in the Nine Heavens Garden Palace, and his invincible face finally revealed a dignified part. He voluntarily launched an attack after evading the tearing wind of the sky. He bullied his body, fiercely slapping the broad bone wings of Ling Qing Diao Bone.

"Kacha!"

At the same time, the palm attack, the enormous body with wings over 30 meters quickly spread out, like rubbish thrown by someone.

Looking up at the sky, Kunlun has many elders, yet without middle-aged Taoist, simultaneously, Ye Fengsheng also disappeared with the golden light.

"Alas, what's the point of this."

Sighing deeply, suddenly on the roof of the Nine Heavens Garden Palace, dazzling golden light burst forth. When it shone, two figures intertwined in the golden light. In the end, they collided into the bulk of the counterpart. One flying in the air, head and feet indistinguishable and confused. One like a kite with a broken string, leaning back for a moment, keeping body stable.

The former was Ye Fengsheng, reluctantly stopping his retreat. Gripping his numbed hand, with a meaningful gaze staring at the middle-aged Taoist opposite.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't have time to condense strength in the light of electricity, fire, and stone chamber. It was he who attacked using the power of forty-five golden lotuses. Yet he did not anticipate. Practicing ancient skills, purer and thicker than the outer monks, in the same environment being bombarded by an outer Kunlun monk would lose points!

If I don't go, I will lose!

This old thing is not easy!

His heart quickly weighed down again. Ye Fengsheng and it distanced, considering whether to unseal the body and quickly decided with the power of True Mountain flying, after all, dragging further would be more disadvantageous to himself!

Wu Yuan didn't know what Ye Fengsheng was thinking at this moment. He looked from afar, his delight unabated.

Our family knows our own affairs. Over the years, we've accumulated much experience. Though outsiders may consider this half-step, there's a significant difference between half-step and half-step. If Liu Zhitian merely glanced at the door, it would be tainted by half-step's unique spiritual means; then middle-aged Taoist Wu Yuan has already locked onto Yuan Ying's things. Though not Yuan Baobao, it has Yuan Baobao's power. What we need is Yuan Baobao's strength, to have a chance after closing the door, to advance to Nascent Soul, becoming a true Yuan Ying practitioner!

Because of this, he felt incredible, even in his breath.