Hard work pays off. Thanks to Yue Zhuoqun's efforts, over the past year or so, the walls of his bedroom have been covered with news and reports about Ye Feng, including a portrait of Ye Feng that he had tattered so badly that the image could no longer be discerned.
Every moment of Ye Feng's growth and every moment of glory was like a sharp knife cutting his heart, causing his hatred to grow continuously and devouring his soul.
Finally, he was about to kill his enemy with his own hands. Yue Zhuoqun was extremely excited, and his eyes faintly emitted a blood-red light.
I'll let you break my hand and let you win me in every bet.
The hand holding the sword kept shaking.
Seeing that Ye Feng was about to fall into a deep sleep, Yue Zhuoqun became secretly worried, fearing that if he stabbed with his sword, he would wake Ye Feng up and wake him up from the illusion.
He quietly asked Elder Wei: "When can we take action?"
Elder Wei was equally nervous. His palms were sweaty and his back was already soaked with sweat. When the night wind blew, his back felt cold.
"Wait a little longer, this kid hasn't fallen asleep yet, don't act rashly."
"Yes, Sect Master, wait a little longer, this kid will fall asleep. As long as he falls asleep, one of our three swords will be able to kill him."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll wait."
But as they waited anxiously here, things did not develop as they expected.
Ye Feng was about to fall into a deep sleep when he heard the ugly old man's roar: "Stinky boy, where is my new computer? You said you would give me a new computer, but I can't watch an action movie tonight, and I can't sleep. So can you."
Ye Feng was awakened by the ugly old man's roar and quickly sat up straight. The sound of the flute was interrupted by the ugly old man's roar and Ye Feng's illusion also disappeared.
He was surprised to find that Jiang Yixue beside him had disappeared, and he was still sitting in the Stonehenge. There was no bright moon, only chaotic smoke everywhere.
Huge rocks taller than humans stood before us.
I was still in Stonehenge and I got caught. How could this happen
The sound of a flute came again, plaintive and melodious, making people feel very comfortable.
Ye Feng immediately became alert. There was something strange about the flute sound. The illusion he had just seen was probably affected by the flute sound. These bastards tried to use covert tactics when open tactics didn't work, and then used the flute when force didn't work.
He laughed and said, "Don't brag. I won't be fooled by you again. You can really succeed when I don't know about the illusion, but once I know, you can't fool me anymore."
Yue Zhuoqun said angrily: "Ye Feng, you are lucky, but it's useless. We have surrounded you with formations. You will die."
Yue Zhuoqun felt like he was going crazy. Ye Feng was about to fall asleep just now, but suddenly he stood up again. If he had known that he would have ignored everything and rushed up with all of them, attacking with swords, he would probably have been killed by now.
Now Ye Feng was sober and alert. It was almost impossible to confuse him by playing the flute again.
Ye Feng whistled and continued to follow the Seven Star Steps, bypassing the eleventh boulder. He scanned with his divine eyes and found that there were only a few more boulders ahead. He was one step closer to leaving the formation.
Yue Zhuoqun's face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. He glared at Elder Wei, hating them for advising him to wait. By waiting, the chance to kill Ye Feng would be gone.
Elder Wei was also a little discouraged, but he quickly calmed down and said respectfully to Yue Zhuoqun: "Master, please be patient. Although my flute music cannot make him fall asleep, my formation has been activated. I still say what I said just now. Our goal is to trap him, not kill him."
Yue Zhuoqun said angrily: "Okay, stop talking. Find a way quickly. I don't care what method you use as long as I can kill him. Don't tell me again that all your efforts are just to trap him. I said to trap him because I can't kill him. If I have to choose, of course I will choose to kill him with one sword. Elder Wei, do you understand?"
Elder Wei was helpless: "Ye Feng is too cunning and has too good luck. He was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, but I don't know why he woke up again. Sigh, it's not easy to kill him."
Seeing Yue Zhuoqun getting angry, the two white-bearded elders advised: "It is precisely because it is not easy to kill him that it is full of challenges. As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to kill him."
Elder Wei continued to play the flute. The sound was no longer as gentle and lingering as before. Instead, it became like cavalry, raging sea and raging tide, with one wave higher than the other.
There was a chill in the flute sounds, which were particularly harsh and blew away cold winds in the Stonehenge.
Ye Feng frowned, he seemed to have heard this kind of voice before, a very annoying voice.
He laughed loudly in the battle group, "You idiot who plays the flute, what the hell are you playing? I told you it's useless, but you're still playing it. Go home and play it yourself. You play it like this because someone in our village has died. You're such a stubborn person."
Elder Wei was ridiculed by Ye Feng, and his face turned red and white with anger. If he was just ridiculed by Ye Feng, he would not react so strongly. The main reason was that Yue Zhuoqun had the same opinion as Ye Feng.
Yue Zhuoqun had a gloomy face and didn't curse, but his expression said it all. He kept blowing, blowing your head off. It's all useless if Ye Feng can't fall asleep even if he blows more.
Elder Wei seemed determined to go his own way and continued to play the flute with all his might.
Ye Feng saw another huge rock in front of him and was about to go around it, but suddenly a rotten and fishy smell came from the air, making him feel nauseous.
Ye Feng frowned: "What's that smell? It's really terrible. Did you set up a shit formation? How much shit have you pulled here? Do you want to stink me to death?"
Not only Ye Feng smelled it, but Yue Zhuoqun and others also smelled it.
Yue Zhuoqun also covered his nose and said, "Elder Wei, what's that smell? Did you really set up a shit formation?"
Elder Wei had a gloomy face. It was bad enough that Ye Feng laughed at him for setting up a shit formation, but you, a dignified sect leader, actually said that. It was so superficial. If you were not the sect leader of Taiyi Sect, I would not serve you.
Elder Wei was dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to speak out. He cupped his hands and said, "Master, please be patient. You will understand in a moment."
A strong stench hit my nose, and in the fog, there was a figure standing, and the stench came from that figure.
Ye Feng became alert in his heart. This stench was that of a rotting corpse.
Ye Feng had seen ghosts, skeletons, zombies and so on, and he remembered that on the island, the black-robed wizard of the Nine Yin Society summoned many zombies with a bone flute.
This figure emitting the stench of a rotting corpse does not look like a human being. He is probably a zombie, most likely summoned by Elder Wei's flute playing.
The sound of Elder Wei's flute just now was gentle and pleasant. Ye Feng did not associate him with the Jiuyin Society, but the sound of his flute suddenly changed. It sounded creepy, cold and sharp. Ye Feng then remembered that this sound was very similar to the sound of a bone flute.