Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1275: A Flash in the Blink of an Eye

Ying Lu's right eye flashed with golden light, and as she raised her hand, it became a palm. A golden aura beside her palm shattered the air.

The fierce atmosphere belonging to Zhen Shanye!

The faces of those around felt their breath change dramatically, and they all retreated backward. They glanced at Ying Luo, who was deep in fierce battle. Ying Luo seemed unmoved, raising hands sharp as blades, severing an arm of the intercepted Jiedan Realm cultivator and kicking him to the ground, looking around coldly, saying, "Ye Fengsheng said that even if he dies, Qilian must cover the heads of the Kunlun cultivators. Now he's dead, but his words still hold weight!"

"Are you crazy!"

The escaping cultivators were shocked, hearing the chilling murderous intent in Ying Lu's words. They couldn't believe or understand it.

A person is dead, how could they say such absurd things? Do you think you're Ye Fengsheng? Can we recreate a storm of that magnitude again? If you can't, why would you kill those lucky enough to escape the Kunlun Monks?

Ying Lu never agreed with these people's opinions. Afterward, she pursued the fleeing Kunlun cultivators once more. No one should be lost. She must fulfill the promise to Ye Fengsheng. It's the only thing she can do for him now.

Feeling a spiritual training approaching his head, Ye Feng slightly raised his eyebrows but did not turn to evade; instead, he moved his body, shifting his posture to the other side of the lake bottom.

He was unwilling to abandon the opportunity to absorb the aura, so he didn't dare resist by treating his assumptions as reality, choosing a more stable path. If his assumption was wrong, it would be fine. If Lu Chen deliberately avoided causing harm to him, he should consider the reason for doing so.

Are you putting pressure on yourself?

He hasn't given up on the thought of learning meditation!

What can you gain through practicing meditation? Avatar! Besides the possibility of escape, the current situation is hopeless!

If you can't intimidate or bewilder, you'd want to use this seemingly pseudo-pressure to force yourself! To make oneself walk out of the path of meditation in a desperate situation, thus meditation will also be learned!

"Detected?"

Old Lu on the lake isn't just a lamp. After detecting Ye Fengsheng's movements, the coldness at the corner of his mouth became more apparent.

"Do you want to try it? Testing in front of me? If you want to try, I'll test it with you!"

As the voice fell, the ragged green-orange wide-sleeved robe trembled in the air, slaughtering in the spiritual current.

In a patch of reckless chaos, just as waves were about to erupt on the lake surface.

Although Ye Fengsheng at the bottom of the lake added some awkwardness, the worry in his eyes disappeared completely. Due to the spiritual absorption, under Qingzhi's attack, he could barely maintain life safety. Occasionally urgent situations where he couldn't dodge in time, he could also try not to create too many waves in this big wave. He was discovered by Buddha from above.

But Ye Fengsheng soon found something wrong because the current attack he's facing is so bizarre. Those seemingly strong and really damaging cultivation will never land on him, only stirring up waves around him. Those who might fall beside him always do, neither causing him serious harm nor making it too easy for him to evade aura training.

First coincidence, then bizarreness. At this moment, Ye Fengsheng no longer considers hesitating and wandering. He can be sure he's been spotted by the green-orange on the lake surface. But similarly, Qingcheng knows he's found his mindset, so he deliberately made this false gesture to relax his guard.

As expected, scared by the wind is the world monk! Just with this mental dexterity and calculation, Ye Fengsheng felt a chill at the top of his head.

Not fearing the opponent's power, nor worrying about the opponent's plot against him, what really chills Ye Fengsheng is, there are so many people in this realm whose strength is stronger than him. Facing the young generation who can solve problems with fists, he didn't choose to solve with fists, instead calculating! Setting a trap at a point, letting himself act according to his intention!

This is a terrifying person! Ye Fengsheng finally understood why he could survive the three clans' encirclement because he was able to

Those who endured humiliation and strived for goals, if they can't succeed, then no one in the world can succeed!

This is not a nursery rhyme, nor a speech compiled by someone unrelated to nursery rhymes, but the true power of Buddha by the lakeside!

Hundreds of ghost flutes, a cyan wood, when the smoke rises slowly, hundreds of ghosts emerge from the water, just like the monk's realm, it's hard to do anything in the smoke! Instead, they will be soaked by the ghosts they summon, eroding their spiritual power, eventually becoming puppets obeying their commands!

In front of the ruling Nether King Pluto, there is no heaven to speak of! His flute sound, his cyan wood smoke, is the Ghost Path! It's the road to death!

Since ancient texts already know about Saint's magic treasure's origin, seeing the lake, Ye Fengsheng without hesitation fought for his life, diving into the water. At least in the water, he can avoid being mesmerized by the cyan wood smoke, having more of his authority.

Of course, Ye Fengsheng thought too highly. Qingzhi's realm is high, a renowned elder. Even if not enough, won't use Nian Qingmu and White Flute against Ye Fengsheng. If not successful, it will be directly killed, but regrets are inevitable. If missing one Ye Fengsheng, the next chance to overthrow the ancients will be gone, unknown if he can achieve it before dying.

Ye Feng's eyes, like ice on the mountain, lightly jumped up. For a moment, he didn't know what kind of thoughts Buddha concealed in his heart. He didn't say much. He raised his hand, falling into the mountain's red dagger grip. Ye Feng's voice was somewhat low. The dagger just connected with his hand. After pulling out a sword flower, he held the sword with both hands. Before the iceberg collapsed, as you leap into the sky, your soul surged around you, it was already there, you'll be more restrained than before.

It's still necessary to set up a scenario as usual, but currently, the aura usable by oneself is not much. If you can save a point, you save a point.

Suddenly, the short sword in his hand burst into blazing fire. Ye Feng tightly gripped the hilt. He flipped in mid-air, then swept over the huge iceberg condensed on the lake surface. The scorching blade created a deep trench on the iceberg, the edge of the crushed ice was brought by its momentum, just like a dragon, following closely.

The blind old man who crossed the mountain didn't change his face. He didn't even prepare to fight. His hands hung on both sides of his body, as if waiting for death.

Ye Fengsheng took the opportunity to approach the blind Taoist, holding the fiery treasure sword, with hot and cold momentum behind him. He raised the dagger, making the blind Taoist frown slightly.

The red sword was chopped in the air, with a cut-in-two momentum, arriving instantly.

Swordsmanship with a thousand moves, a hundred moves. It's easy to simplify. But no move like the one Ye Fengsheng made today. Because it's a sword, but Ye Fengsheng's attack is a long sword.

If you want to be others, you must be Ye Fengsheng. He urgently sought healing and death. But the old blind man didn't think so. He lightly raised his hand, palm down. After a faint aura, he turned his head, pushing it upwards.

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