Seeing Zhang Lei and Qin Huan's faces full of doubt, Ye Feng said calmly, "Humph! Zhang Lei, so this is all you can do! You can't even take a single move, huh!"
After Ye Feng finished speaking, he kept shaking his head, his eyes showing contempt for Zhang Lei.
"Ye Feng! Don't go too far!" Zhang Lei's face was pale. Although he didn't know how to embarrass himself in front of so many disciples, he took advantage of Qin Huan's presence and scolded Ye Feng loudly.
"Huh! Really?" Ye Feng had just finished speaking when, before anyone could react, he had already appeared in front of Zhang Lei. He raised his right hand and slapped Zhang Lei on the face a few more times. He looked at him coldly and angrily, "Zhang Lei, I bullied you, and I bullied you too much. What can you do? Come and fight me if you are not convinced. Fight me again, Ye Feng!"
When Ye Feng was about to slap Zhang Lei, Qin Huan was ready to stop him, but because he was shocked that Ye Feng had defeated Zhang Lei, it was too late to stop him by the time he realized it, so he could only watch Ye Feng teach Zhang Lei a lesson.
All the disciples present were also deeply shocked, because they saw Ye Feng once again do something beyond their imagination. Before, he defeated Hu Feng in the training ground for novice disciples, and now he did it in front of Qin Huan.
Not only did he defeat Zhang Lei again, he also slapped Zhang Lei twice in a row.
"I really can't believe it! He can actually defeat Zhang Lei!"
"Yes! It's so unexpected, it's simply a miracle!"
"I don't know where this kid got the strength from. He defeated Hu Feng and Zhang Lei in a row. I really don't know if he can even defeat Qin Huan!"
"Keep your voices down. Compared with Zhang Lei and Hu Feng, Qin Huan's martial arts skills are much higher. No matter how many miracles Ye Feng creates, he will not be Qin Huan's opponent, because none of them are cultivators at the peak of the lower spirit realm, and they are willing to stay among us beginners! Just willing to be an beginner disciple!"
Qin Huan heard their discussion, glanced at them, glared at Ye Feng with anger on his face, and shouted loudly: "Ye Feng, don't be too proud, I'm still here! Didn't you just say you wanted to compete with me?"
Qin Huan would not give up. When he looked at Zhang Lei's pale face, his heart was filled with anger.
Facing Qin Huan's challenge again, Ye Feng deliberately pretended to be frightened and said nothing.
"Ye Feng, are you discouraged? Weren't you so self-righteous and happy just now? Are you scared now? If you are scared, then kneel down in front of Zhang Lei and Hu Feng and kowtow to admit your mistakes. I, Qin Huan, can still consider it!" Qin Huan took the initiative and wanted to force Ye Feng to fight with him.
At this moment, Ye Feng looked at Zhang Lei with disdain, then ran to Qin Huan with a whoosh, and said calmly and fearlessly: "Kneel down? I, Ye Feng, don't know how to do that. How about you teach me?"
Hearing Ye Feng's answer, Qin Huan was so angry that his eyes turned white, and he shouted angrily: "Ye Feng, don't be complacent, do you think you can be my opponent?"
After he finished speaking, Qin Huan asked someone to bring two long swords.
He took the first one and said to Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, do you dare to compete with me in swordsmanship!"
"A competition of swordsmanship!" Ye Feng pretended to be surprised and exclaimed.
Seeing Ye Feng's surprise, Qin Huan showed a gloating expression on his face and said, "Ye Feng, didn't you just reveal the essence of the Soul Refining Sword? You must be a sword master! Today, I, Qin Huan, will compete with you in your best skills, so that you can admit defeat with conviction!"
After he finished speaking, he murmured sinisterly in his heart: "Ye Feng, just wait for me. If we fight with swords, you will die!"
Qin Huan relied on the fact that he was not only at the peak level of "lower spirit energy" cultivation, but also a swordsman in the sword art of the soul refining sword, so he spoke nicely, but in fact he was the kind of person who hid a dagger behind his smile.
In the Xuanwu Continent, in the second level of the soul refining realm, soul refining is divided into three realms of "divine energy", and the way of the sword is also divided into five realms, namely: Soul Refining Swordsman; Soul Refining Sword Master; Soul Refining Sword Soul; Soul Refining Sword God and Soul Refining Sword Lord.
Among the five levels of cultivation in the Soul Refining Sword Dao, each level of cultivation advancement is closely linked to the three major "spiritual" realms of soul refining cultivation.
In other words, the advancement and breakthrough of the sword art of refining the soul are inseparable from the advancement and breakthrough of the "spiritual energy" realm.
In the Soul Refining Palace, for ordinary disciples, it takes four to five years to practice and break through each level of sword practice.
Even for extremely talented practitioners, it would take at least three years to advance to each level.
Qin Huan was considered a talented cultivator in the Soul Refining Palace, but it took him three full years to progress from a Soul Refining Swordsman to a Soul Refining Sword Master.
The disciples who had just entered the Soul Refining Palace were only the lowest level Soul Refining Sword practitioners in the Soul Refining Sword Dao.
When Qin Huan thought of this, a sinister and complacent expression appeared on his face, and he said to Ye Feng again: "Ye Feng, don't you dare!"
Qin Huan, with a smug look on his face, didn't know that the silent Ye Feng had traveled through time and space and was reborn. He also didn't know that Ye Feng, who was standing in front of him at this moment, had practiced in the Soul Refining Palace and became a great sword master before he was reborn.
Therefore, there was no suspense about Qin Huan’s defeat.
Facing Qin Huan's continuous provocation and anger, Ye Feng turned around and said calmly: "Master Qin Huan said, how can I, Ye Feng, easily say no?"
After he finished speaking, he stared at Qin Huan with his eyes, and said silently in his heart: "Qin Huan, Qin Huan, you still think I am just a swordsman in the swordsmanship, right? Let's fight with swords. Humph, I will let you see my swordsmanship!"
With a clang, Qin Huan grasped a white sword in his hand and threw another sword in front of Ye Feng.
Ye Feng carefully picked up the long sword on the ground and said with a sad face: "How can you treat swords like this? They are all spiritual, and we have to rely on them to be proud and powerful."
After saying that, Ye Feng gently stroked the dust on the sword.
Seeing Ye Feng's expression, Qin Huan laughed a few times and said, "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you actually talked to a sword, how can you expect it to help you?"
After saying that, he sneered again at Ye Feng's actions.
Ye Feng looked at the long sword in his hand with great cherishment and said, "Long sword, long sword, it turns out that someone treats you like this. You can worship it like a god when you need it, and throw it away when you don't need it!"
"Ye Feng, you have injured two of my fellow apprentices. Don't waste any more time fighting against a sword. Now, even if you kneel before me and kowtow to beg for mercy, it will be useless. If you have the guts, pick up the sword and fight me!"
When Ye Feng heard Qin Huan talking about injuring Hu Feng and Zhang Lei, he turned around abruptly, holding the long sword in his right hand, and said angrily, "Qin Huan, I told you yesterday that I will repay you double for what you did to me, Ye Feng, yesterday."
"You are so arrogant! You should pay me back double. Are you just a sword refiner?" Qin Huan just finished speaking and the long sword in Wu's hand chopped towards Ye Feng.
The sword gleamed, sword energy permeated the blade, and his movements were so fast that the new disciples on the spot cheered in applause.
"Such a fast sword, such a powerful sword energy!"
"This is the first time in my life that I have seen such an exquisite sword technique. It is really inspiring. It turns out that there is such a unique sword technique in the world!"
"That's right, it really opens my eyes. Ye Feng will definitely be defeated by him, absolutely!"
Everyone present praised Qin Huan's swordsmanship, while also shaking their heads and sighing at Ye Feng's ignorance and impulsiveness.
At this moment, when Ye Feng saw the sword skills Qin Huan used, his face was calm and composed, and the sword skills of the Jin man Wudong in the Invincible Sword Monument kept flashing in his mind.
Suddenly, Ye Feng also swung the sword in his hand to respond to Qin Huan.
"Ah! How is that possible!"
"Yeah! It's such a surprise, and it has to be quick!"
The disciples present were deeply shocked by Ye Feng's swordsmanship.
Just as they were shocked, Ye Feng's sword and Qin Huan's sword met in mid-air.
Ding... ...
The sound of the sword cut through the sky and echoed for a long time.
Boom boom, loud noises like thunder exploding followed.
The Cangjian Pavilion, which was filled with sword energy, seemed to be shaking. In the blink of an eye, the sound of swords rang out, the sound of explosions faded, and the sword energy that filled the Cangjian Pavilion dissipated.
Just as all this faded away, a long sword fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
Qin Huan, who had thought he would win for sure, was defeated by Ye Feng's sword in one move.
Qin Huan, who didn't know that Ye Feng was the reincarnation of the Sword Master, had dull eyes and a pale face the moment the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Looking at Ye Feng in surprise, he said: "Ye Feng, you... "
Qin Huan's face was full of embarrassment, because he had been completely defeated. His sword had fallen off his head, and he was unwilling to be defeated by Ye Feng like this. He wanted to pick up the sword and fight again, but the tendons and veins in his body had been injured by Ye Feng's sword energy, and he was unable to practice his "spiritual energy".
At this moment, Qin Huan looked at his own failure, facing the new disciples present, facing Zhang Lei, Hu Feng, and Ye Feng whom he had looked down upon from beginning to end. At this moment, his face was filled with dejection and he didn't know how to feel.
A dignified swordsman who practiced the Divine Sword Art was actually defeated by a Sword Master. This huge difference was enough to put Qin Huan in an irretrievable situation.
With a whoosh, Ye Feng rushed to Qin Huan in the blink of an eye. With a cold gleam in his eyes, he said indifferently: "Master Qin Huan, I am very grateful for your kindness. I didn't expect that a swordsman who has mastered the sword art of the Soul Refining Sword Dao would only have such a good swordsmanship? He can't even take a single move from a Soul Refining Sword Master like me!"
Qin Huan was like a frightened bird. When Ye Feng came to him, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He asked in horror, "Ye Feng, who are you? How can you have such exquisite swordsmanship? What kind of swordsmanship is this!"