Ye Feng started to fight, and seeing that Hei Lian didn't move, he smiled and said, "Why? Hei Lian doesn't dare to make a move. Didn't you just say that the swordsmanship of the Soul Refining Palace is vulnerable? I asked you to try with your sword, but now you don't dare!"
Fu Lei, who was ordering the disciples of the Soul Refining Palace on the side, felt much more relieved after hearing what Ye Feng said. He also thought of Ye Feng's skills in the Lion's Mouth, how he defeated so many black-clad killers by himself.
Therefore, Fu Lei was more determined to let Ye Feng and Hei Lian give it a try, and shouted at Jiang Yu: "Jiang Yu, shut up! Who caused trouble and lost the face of the Refining Spirit Palace just now? It was you, who do you think you are! Is there no one else who can do what you can't do? Watch carefully, I believe Ye Feng will definitely save the face of our Refining Spirit Palace!"
Jiang Yu could listen to Fu Lei saying in front of him that Ye Feng was better than him, but he was concerned about Fu Lei's identity, so he did not ask his disciples to bring Ye Feng back. He kept muttering to himself, "I really need to take a good look at how capable this Ye Feng is. He wants to save the face of the Soul Refining Palace. He is simply dreaming!"
In fact, throughout the entire scene, not only Jiang Yu firmly believed that Ye Feng would lose, the black-faced disciple of the sword sect also firmly believed that Ye Feng would lose to him. As for why he had not taken action yet, it was because he was waiting for the order from the sect leader.
When Nie Qingfeng heard Ye Feng say those words, not only did he show anger towards Ye Feng on his face, he was also furious with Ye Feng in his heart.
However, Nie Qingfeng still had a smile on his face and said, "Black Face, since Ye Feng wants to try, you can accompany him to try. But, remember, don't use too much force this time, otherwise it will be bad if he harasses you to death again!"
Nie Qingfeng deliberately spoke very loudly in order to let Fu Lei and other disciples of the Spirit Refining Sect hear him. Ye Feng would undoubtedly be defeated by the Black-faced Man.
As the head of the Four Seasons Sword Sect, Nie Qingfeng's spiritual cultivation has reached the upper level of "spiritual energy". When he saw Ye Feng for the first time, he did not notice the strong "spiritual energy" on Ye Feng's body at all.
After he finished speaking, he walked in front of Fu Lei, glanced at Jiang Yu and the others, and said, "Master Fu Lei, look, your disciples from the Refining Spirit Palace are going to challenge the disciples from the Sword Sect again. Master Fu Lei, now that the winner has been decided, we'll ask Black Face to stop!"
"Master Nie has filtered it, so let them try it! Otherwise, we're not sure whether it will hurt or not as Master Nie said before!" After Fu Lei finished speaking, his eyes focused on Ye Feng.
The black-faced disciple of the Sword Sect, after hearing the order from the Sect Master, walked up to Ye Feng. He held two long swords in his hands, one in his own, and threw the other in front of Ye Feng with a clang, saying, "Don't you want to give it a try? Pick up the sword on the ground!"
Facing the arrogance of the black-faced disciple, Ye Feng remained calm and said, "I don't need to use a sword to fight you!"
"What! No need to use a sword!" The black-faced disciple deliberately exclaimed, and then with a look of contempt, he glanced at Ye Feng and said, "You! You don't even need a sword to fight with me. With your ability, I didn't expect that the disciples of the Soul Refining Palace didn't learn much sword skills, but their bragging skills are better than each other!"
"Black Face, it's too early to tell whether you are bragging or not!" Ye Feng said.
The black-faced man said, "You don't need a sword, so why are you competing with me in sword fighting? Are you planning to escape from the battlefield?"
Ye Feng picked up a finger-sized branch from the ground, which was about a meter long, and said, "Let's take this! It's lighter to hold, not as heavy as a long sword, and more comfortable to use!"
Seeing that Ye Feng did not use the long sword on the ground, but picked up a small branch from the ground and wanted to fight with him, the black-faced disciple said angrily: "You, who are you deliberately humiliating? You are fighting with me with a branch! You can use it as an excuse after you lose!"
"Black Face, it's too early to say who will win or lose now! Who said that you can't use a tree branch as a sword! Isn't it said that for sword masters, anything can be a sword? Don't you know this since you are in the Four Seasons Sword Sect? Or has your Four Seasons Sword Sect never taught you these things?" Ye Feng said steadily.
After saying that, he glanced at the dark face.
When the sword sect disciples present saw Ye Feng using a tree branch as a sword to duel with the black-faced senior brother, they all burst into laughter and kept ridiculing and mocking Ye Feng.
"Look at this kid, is he mentally retarded? He's using a branch as a sword, is he out of his mind? Why are there only these disciples in the Soul Refining Palace?"
"This person is not only stupid, he is simply a mentally retarded clown. It is a shame that such a person can enter the Spirit Refining Palace!"
"Who among you dares to bet with me? I bet that kid can't withstand even half of Black Face Senior Brother's moves, and he will be beaten to a pulp!"
"Hehe, what kind of bet is this? Is there any need to bet on this? Who among those present doesn't know that he will be defeated by the black-faced senior brother?"
Hearing that Ye Feng had abandoned his long sword and was using a finger-sized branch as a sword to duel with Hei Lian, he also heard the sword sect disciples mocking and laughing at Ye Feng.
Jiang Yu and the disciples of the Soul Refining Palace were all filled with rage, and they all blamed and humiliated Ye Feng.
"I said that Ye Feng would bring discredit to the Soul Refining Palace, but Master Fu Lei didn't believe it! Look at this kid, he is so ignorant that he is trying to compete with others with swords using a branch as big as a finger. Isn't this courting death?"
"Senior Brother Jiang is right! Is Ye Feng out of his mind? How could he do such a stupid thing!"
"Not only is he stupid, he's simply an idiot!"
When the Sword Sect's head, Nie Qingfeng, heard them talking about Ye Feng, he pretended to be shocked and said to Fu Lei, "Master Fu Lei, Ye Feng turns out to be a mentally retarded child! In our opinion, we should not compete, otherwise even if we win, it will be unfair!"
"Master Nie, you're worrying too much. I, Fu Lei, dare to guarantee you with my reputation that Ye Feng is a healthy young man! Besides, now that we've made preparations, it would be a pity if we don't compete!" Fu Lei said.
Strangely enough, although Fu Lei was also surprised that Ye Feng used a branch as a sword, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that Ye Feng would definitely defeat the arrogant black-faced man from the sword sect.
"Okay! Okay! Since Master Fu Lei has said so, let's wait and see!" Nie Qingfeng said.
In the crowd, the dark-faced man looked at Ye Feng, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Boy, since you are so arrogant, tell me your name!"
"Ye Feng, Ye of tree leaf, Feng of maple leaf!" said Ye Feng.
Hearing Ye Feng's name, Black Face grinned and laughed, "So they are all leaves. No wonder you love trees so much, haha!"
Seeing the black-faced disciple mocking him, Ye Feng said, "Black-faced, aren't you tired of holding the long sword? Are you afraid of the branch in my hand?"
"What! I, the great Black Face, have never been afraid of anyone, so how could I be afraid of you? You are good at bragging, but this sword fight is not just bragging. Watch out!" After Black Face finished speaking, with a whoosh, the long sword trembled in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword scratched the ground, flashing dazzling sparks as it attacked Ye Feng.
Seeing the black-faced disciple start to attack, Ye Feng did not pay attention to the black-faced attacking sword. Instead, he turned around to look at the sword disciples who were watching and said, "Why don't you step back? Swords have no eyes!"
The sword sect disciples around Ye Feng looked at him with a mocking look on their faces and said, "You can't hurt us with just a small branch like yours! You are so arrogant!"
"Humph! You are not only boasting, you are simply bragging to the sky. You want to duel with the black-faced senior brother with just a branch? You are dreaming!"
Hearing the momentum of their words, Ye Feng sighed and said, "I, Ye Feng, have done my best. Since you are not leaving, you can't blame me if you get hurt!"
"Humph! Injured, daydreaming!"
"We will stay here and wait for your sword energy to injure us!"
Ye Feng deliberately looked regretful, shook his head and turned around.
The moment he turned around, the long sword that Black Face had slashed on the ground was suddenly lifted up from the ground. A white sword light illuminated the entire scene and stabbed straight at Ye Feng.
Seeing this scene, Ye Feng still looked calm and didn't take the attack from the black-faced disciple to heart at all.
Everyone present, seeing that Ye Feng had not made any move, kept shaking their heads and saying, "Look! The fox's tail has finally been exposed! Is he scared and doesn't dare to make a move?"
"Haha! Trash, a boastful scum!"
The disciples of the Four Seasons Sword Sect were smug, and they were laughing at Ye Feng, who had been slow to take action.
Jiang Yu was even more furious, and deliberately shouted to the disciples around him: "Ye Feng, this loser, didn't even dare to fight back. Bah, what a disgrace!"
The black-faced disciple who was about to stab with his sword saw that Ye Feng had not made a move yet, and said with disdain, "Ye in the leaf, Feng in the maple leaf, why don't you make a move? Are you afraid?"
After the black-faced disciple finished speaking, there was another round of laughter.
However, he could not have imagined that the Ye Feng in front of him was a great sword master in his previous life, and in this life he found the invincible sword technique on the Invincible Sword Monument. In his heart, he always believed that Ye Feng was just a boastful person who didn't know how to learn.
Therefore, he would never think of the consequences of his sword strike.
In fact, it was he who was heading towards failure step by step, not Ye Feng.
Just as the black-faced disciple picked up the long sword from the ground and swung it in his hand, he was about to stab Ye Feng.
Ye Feng just began to refine the "spiritual energy" in his Dantian. He looked calm, and began to silently recite the secret of the invincible sword technique.
Just when everyone thought that Ye Feng would be defeated by the black-faced disciple, a surge of "divine energy" filled Ye Feng's palms, and the finger-sized dry branch on the ground suddenly flew into the air in front of him, emitting infinite golden light and rushing towards the black-faced disciple.