Ye Feng, who had been searching everywhere in the Sword Sect but couldn't find any clues about Jianshan, heard the argument between Jiang Yu and the disciples of the Sword Sect. He strode over to see what was going on.
Jiang Yu and the black-faced disciple were both wielding three-foot long swords in their hands. Jiang Yu was using the Soul Refining Sword Technique of the Soul Refining Palace, while the black-faced disciple was naturally using the Four Seasons Sword Technique of the Four Seasons Sword School.
Each of them wielded the sword in his hand with great vigor and ferocity, and they were all worthy of being the masters of their respective sword schools.
Ye Feng knew the strength of Jiang Yu's "spirit" when he was attacked at the Lion's Mouth, so Ye Feng's focus at this moment was on the swordsmanship and "spirit" of the black-faced disciple of the sword sect.
The black-faced disciple drew his sword so fast that it was like a beam of white light cutting through the sky. His sword technique was both real and virtual, and full of countless changes.
His light steps when wielding the sword and his measured breathing were sufficient to prove that the black-faced disciple was not a simple master, and his "spirit" should be on par with Jiang Yu.
Since the internal "spirits" of both parties in the duel are equally matched, the outcome will depend on the level of their swordsmanship.
As for the Four Seasons Sword Technique, Ye Feng had already experienced it when he was in Ye Cheng, and he also learned the two moves of the Illusionary Sword Technique in private.
Ye Feng was positive about the comments on the Four Seasons Sword Technique. As for the Soul Refining Sword Technique of the Soul Refining Palace, Ye Feng had never seen it before. At this moment, when he saw Jiang Yu performing the Soul Refining Sword Technique, he felt that it was much inferior to the Four Seasons Sword Technique in terms of sword style and sword energy.
Therefore, in the competition between Jiang Yu and the black-faced disciple, Ye Feng was not optimistic about Jiang Yu at all.
Ye Feng's guess was absolutely correct. After Jiang Yu and the black-faced disciple exchanged five moves, Jiang Yu began to turn from active to passive.
His every move was controlled by the black-faced disciple's sword moves, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Jiang Yu, who was at a disadvantage, began to be increasingly restricted by the black-faced disciple's sword moves. At this moment, the black-faced disciple's sword pointed eastward, and Jiang Yu had no choice but to go east as well.
Therefore, when the black-faced disciple attacked Jiang Yu, he could obviously defeat Jiang Yu with just one sword, but he did not do so.
The black-faced disciple deliberately moved the sword to the east and then to the west, playing tricks on Jiang Yu like a monkey.
“Hahahaha!” The black-faced disciple laughed arrogantly and said disdainfully, “Jiang Yu! This is the so-called best sword technique in the world! I finally got to see it!”
The sword sect disciples who were watching saw that Jiang Yu's moves were controlled by the black-faced senior brother, and now they saw that he was being played like a monkey by the black-faced senior brother. They all laughed and criticized Jiang Yu and the soul-refining sword technique of the soul-refining palace! "
"Humph! You have the nerve to show off such sword skills. You really have no shame!"
"That's right, that's right. I thought the sword skills of the Soul Refining Palace were so amazing. It turns out to be just this ordinary!"
"Today I finally got to see it. Is the Soul Refining Sword Technique of the Soul Refining Palace just this good?"
Listening to the scolding from the sword sect disciples and seeing that Jiang Yu was restrained in every move and was being made a fool of like a monkey, the other several spirit refining disciples were filled with anger.
After the black-faced disciple teased Jiang Yu for a while, his sword suddenly cut through the sky, and his figure leaped into the sky. There were two clangs, followed by another clang.
Jiang Yu's sword was forced to retreat step by step by the black-faced disciple's sword, and was finally knocked to the ground.
Just when the long sword in Jiang Yu's hand fell to the ground, the black-faced disciple was not willing to stop and kicked Jiang Yu in the butt. With a thud, Jiang Yu was kicked to the ground like a dog eating shit.
The black-faced disciple saw Jiang Yu lying on the ground and laughed at him, saying, "Dog Eating Shit Sword Technique, Dog Eating Shit Sword Technique!"
"Boy, you are so arrogant. Let me fight with you!" A disciple of the Spirit Refining Sect was furious when he saw Jiang Yu being humiliated. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward and appeared in front of the black-faced disciple.
The dark-faced disciple looked at the Spiritual Refining disciple who appeared in front of him, carefully assessed him, and said, "You, you call them to come together! Otherwise, I will have to attack them one by one!"
Hearing the black-faced disciple's arrogance, the Soul Refining disciple in front of him quickly picked up the long sword on the ground and shouted angrily: "Black-faced boy, you are so arrogant! I will let you see the power of my Soul Refining Palace! Watch out!"
As soon as the words fell, the spirit-refining disciple's sword pierced towards the black-faced disciple like a beam of white light.
The black-faced disciple, however, looked unconcerned. When the sword of the Spirit Refining disciple was about to get close to him, he drew out the sword in his hand. The sword flashed like a ray of white light, and then with a clang, the sword in the hand of the Spirit Refining disciple was knocked to the ground again.
The spirit-refining disciple who had been so aggressive just now retreated among his fellow disciples with a look of fear on his face, lowered his head, and did not dare to say a word.
“Hahahaha!” The black-faced disciple laughed arrogantly again. Looking at the Soul Refining disciple who was defeated by him again, he said sarcastically, “The Soul Refining Sword Technique of your Soul Refining Palace is not very good. Are your Soul Refining Palace disciples not very good either?”
Hearing the black-faced disciple humiliating and scolding the Soul Refining Palace once again, several Soul Refining disciples became angry and shouted at the black-faced disciple: "Black-faced boy, you dare to humiliate the Soul Refining Palace again and again, we will not let you go!"
Seeing the disciples from the Soul Refining Palace surrounding them and making a loud noise, the disciples from the Sword Sect present also rushed forward and started fighting with the disciples from the Soul Refining Palace.
Because of their loud noise, Fu Lei in the hall and Nie Qingfeng, the leader of the Four Seasons Sword Sect who had just walked into the hall were alarmed.
Suddenly, someone reported outside the hall: "Report to the headmaster, the black-faced senior brother and the people from the Soul Refining Palace have started fighting!"
"What! Why are they fighting?" Nie Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise, and walked out of the hall with Fu Lei and went to the martial arts training ground.
When they arrived at the training ground, it was already in chaos.
The disciples of the Soul Refining Palace and the Four Seasons Sword Sect were fighting with each other, hitting each other and swearing at each other. It was a complete mess.
"stop!"
Nie Qingfeng shouted loudly.
Then Fu Lei shouted at the disciples of the Soul Refining Palace: "Stop!"
Under the roars of Nie Qingfeng and Fu Lei, the disciples of the Soul Refining Palace and the Four Seasons Sword Sect stopped fighting and retreated to the side.
"Black Face, come out here!" Nie Qingfeng shouted loudly.
The black-faced disciple came out at this time. Before Nie Qingfeng could ask, he said, "Reporting to the master, they relied on the fact that they were from the Refining Spirit Palace and criticized our swordsmanship as being like a frog in a well. So I challenged them to a duel, and I won two of their disciples in a row! They were not convinced, so they started fighting with us!"
After hearing what the black-faced disciple said, Fu Lei looked at Jiang Yu and others with a gloomy face and scolded: "Is what he said true?"
Facing Fu Lei's questioning, Jiang Yu knew that he had lost all face for the Soul Refining Palace, so he dared not say anything and just nodded in answer.
When Fu Lei questioned the disciples of the Spiritual Training, Nie Qingfeng also turned around and looked at them. When he saw the disciples' embarrassed look and silent nods of acknowledgment, he deliberately scolded Black Face loudly in a reprimanding tone: "As fellow practitioners, it is a good thing for us to learn from each other. It must be that you, Black Face, hit them too hard and hurt them, otherwise why would they tear at you like women! Black Face, answer me loudly, yes or no!"
Nie Qingfeng was apparently teaching his own disciples a lesson, but in fact he was humiliating the disciples of the Spirit Refining Palace who were present.
After scolding them, he pretended to say to all the sword sect disciples: "The sword skills of the Refining Spirit Palace are invincible in the world. Don't mess with them again in the future, or they will tear you apart like women. Let's see if you still have any face left!"
Blackface and the sword sect disciples present all heard the hidden meaning in Nie Qingfeng's words, and immediately deliberately answered loudly: "Yes! We will obey the master's order!"
Fu Lei, who had learned that Jiang Yu and the others had been quarreling because they lost the sword duel to the sword sect, was already gloomy. Now, he heard Nie Qingfeng deliberately humiliating and criticizing the Soul Refining Palace. Although he was furious, his disciples were not as skilled as others, so what could he do even if he was not convinced
At this time, Nie Qingfeng walked up to Fu Lei and said, "Master Fu Lei, it turns out that our disciples were ignorant and hurt your disciples. Master Fu Lei, please forgive us! I have already issued a decree to them, asking them to be gentle with the disciples of the Refining Spirit Palace in the future, and try not to hurt them!"
"Really? Then how can we tell if it hurts?"
Ye Feng on the side could no longer bear the humiliation of the Soul Refining Palace by the people from the Sword Sect, so he stood up and spoke out loudly.
Suddenly someone uttered these words, and everyone focused their attention on where the voice came from.
When Nie Qingfeng saw that the person who spoke was Ye Feng, a young man under 20 years old, he deliberately pretended to be kind and said, "Little brother, you are also a disciple of the Refining Spirit Palace! You said that just now!"
The black-faced disciple also saw Ye Feng and shouted at him: "Boy, you are so brave, how dare you talk to our leader like this?"
"Black Face, I, Ye Feng, just want to ask the master how to distinguish between pain and no pain. It seems that I have to try it myself. Come here, Black Face, I'll let you try and see what the master means by pain or no pain!" After Ye Feng finished speaking, he stood in the crowd with a calm face, stretched out his body and made a gesture of competition.
"You two, quickly go and bring Ye Feng back to me. We can't let him lose face for our Soul Refining Palace! None of us are a match for that black-faced guy, let alone Ye Feng!" The speaker was Jiang Yu, and he said to the two disciples in front of him.
The two disciples nodded and were about to go up to stop Ye Feng, but were stopped by Fu Lei.
Seeing Fu Lei calling out to the two disciples, Jiang Yu said solemnly: "Master Fu Lei, we have lost enough face in the Refining Spirit Palace today, and we must not let Ye Feng bring shame to the Refining Spirit Palace again! Master Fu Lei, please ask them to bring Ye Feng back! We can't beat that Black Face, so Ye Feng is definitely not a match for him!"