Lu Yuanqing's eyes turned to Ye Feng, his tone was a little helpless.
"Ye Feng, do you know the principle of "Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade"?"
Ye Feng scratched his head.
"The sect leader means that these scraps of copper and iron will cause trouble for them?"
Rubbish copper and iron?
The corners of everyone’s mouths twitched.
That is a mid-grade divine sword!
Lu Yuanqing was obviously used to Ye Feng's lack of tune and did not get angry.
"A mid-grade divine sword with astonishing spiritual power. It is difficult for monks who are not at the foundation-building stage to fully control it."
"Bai Shun'an, Lin Chen, and Ni Qingshui, the three of you are just practicing qi and cultivation."
"Walking around with such sharp weapons is like a child walking around with money in hand, and it will only attract endless covetousness and murderous intentions. "
"For them, this is not just an opportunity, but it may be a reminder."
Lu Yuanqing's voice was calm and powerful, and he analyzed the stakes clearly.
The surrounding disciples nodded, feeling that what the sect leader said was absolutely correct.
Ye Feng touched his chin.
Indeed, he didn’t think carefully.
I just want to dress up and give some benefits to my brothers and sisters, but I ignore the cruelty of reality.
In the world of cultivation, it is normal for the weak to eat the strong and to kill for treasure.
"The sect leader's words make sense."
Ye Feng took a rare serious moment and nodded.
Lu Yuanqing's expression softened a lot when he saw that Ye Feng had listened to the advice.
"It is better to leave these three swords to the sect for safekeeping for the time being."
"When they have successfully cultivated themselves in the future and can protect themselves, they can return them to their original owners."
"In this way, it not only satisfies your wishes, but also protects them."
This suggestion is reasonable and reasonable.
Although Bai Shunan and the other three were a little reluctant to give up, they also knew that this was the best way and they all looked at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng shrugged, "Okay, then just listen to the sect master."
He turned to look at Bai Shun'an and the others, grinning.
"Don't cry in mourning. The sword will be left with the sect master for the time being. It cannot be lost."
As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and three white jade vials appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The body of the bottle is warm and moist, with a faint fragrance of elixir emitted.
"Here, let's play with this first."
Ye Feng casually threw the three jade bottles to the three of them.
Bai Shun'an subconsciously caught it, his hand was light and the touch was delicate.
Lin Chen and Ni Qingshui also caught one each.
"This is..."
Bai Shun'an opened the bottle cork in confusion.
A rich and pure medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air.
In the bottle, there are dozens of longan-sized elixirs lying quietly, which are round and exuding radiant light.
There seems to be a faint cloud pattern flowing on the surface of the elixir.
"Foundation Pill!" He exclaimed.
These three words, like thunder, exploded in everyone's ears again.
Foundation Pill!
An elixir that assists Qi-training monks in breaking through bottlenecks and advancing to the foundation-building stage!
It is also a key elixir for monks in the foundation-building stage to improve their levels.
Incomparably precious.
Ye Feng, three bottles in one shot?
Everyone was confused.
I was just stunned by the three mid-level divine swords. Before I could recover, I was stunned by these three bottles of foundation-building pills.
What is this guy’s background?
The divine sword is given as a stone, and the elixir is given as a jelly bean?
The eyes of the disciples watching almost bulged out, their breathing was rapid, and their hearts were beating wildly.
"Gudong."
I don't know who it was, and swallowed hard.
Bo Shun'an was holding the jade bottle, his hands shaking even more than when he was holding the sword just now.
"Junior Brother Ye...this...this is too precious..."
Lin Chen also stammered.
"Yes, Senior Brother Ye, Foundation Establishment Pill...we..."
Ni Qingshui was so excited that he almost fainted, hugging the jade bottle, smiling silly, and almost drooling.
Ye Feng waved his hands, not caring.
"Take it, it's just a few breaking pills, take them quickly to improve your cultivation."
A few breaking pills...
Everyone was speechless again.
Even Lu Yuanqing, the sect leader who was used to big scenes, looked at Ye Feng with eyes that became...complex.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Bai Shunan and the other three.
"Since it is given to you by Ye Feng, please accept it."
"Thank you, sect master! Thank you, junior brother Ye!"
Bo Shun'an and the other three hurriedly saluted again, their voices full of excitement and gratitude.
Ye Feng tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on Lu Yuanqing,
"Sect Master."
"The competition just now seemed to be me I won."
"Then, as promised before, the place to challenge the disciples of Wanjian Sect..."
Lu Yuanqing's voice was calm, with the bearing of a sect leader.
"Natural calculation."
"Tianji Sect, a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold."
He looked at the three artifacts.
"These three artifacts were all born from your hands."
"Extraordinary power."
"When challenging, you can choose any of them."
Using the artifact he just refined to challenge will undoubtedly have a greater chance of winning.
Ye Feng chuckled lightly and shook his head.
"No need."
"Just dealing with a few disciples of the Wanjian Sect."
This is an understatement, but a bit - arrogant.
A look of surprise flashed in Lu Yuanqing's eyes.
He took a deep look at Ye Feng and said no more.
Waving his sleeves.
A gentle force rolled over.
The three artifacts instantly disappeared without a trace and were stored in his storage space.
Elder Ziyang of the Weapon Refining Sect looked livid.
Looking at Ye Feng using his refining furnace, refining materials, and refining the divine sword to show off to others, his lungs almost exploded with anger.
Elder Ziyang felt a surge of energy and blood rushing to the top of his head.
It was like a fire was stuck in his chest, burning all his internal organs.
Not far away, Elder Sikong's face was also so gloomy that he could shed tears.
He originally wanted to avenge the previous humiliation and suppress the Tianji Sect's arrogance.
Who would have thought that the situation would be disrupted by an unknown boy.
Elder Ziyang failed in the weapon refining competition.
A complete defeat.
Now this kid is still showing off, pretending to be beautiful...
Thinking that Ye Feng will challenge the disciples of Wanjian Sect next, Elder Sikong narrowed his eyes and flashed a trace of cruelty.
He secretly transmitted a message to Elder Ziyang from a distance:
"Brother Ziyang, please be patient."
"Isn't this boy who is on the sixth level of Foundation Building still challenging me, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"
"Don't worry."
"I will let him know what true despair is."
"There are no eyes for fists and kicks in the ring, when the time comes..."
"I will recover this debt for you and for Wanjian Sect."
When Elder Ziyang heard this, the anger in his chest seemed to find an outlet.
"Okay!"
"Brother Sikong, this kid is extremely arrogant, I must teach him a lesson he will never forget!"
He gritted his teeth.
Elder Sikong nodded slightly, with a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth.
Boy, you will soon pay a heavy price for your current glory.
Ye Feng turned his wrist lightly, and there was an imperceptible fluctuation in the space.
The Geng Golden Flame Furnace turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his personal space - the Snowy Land.
The corners of Elder Ziyang’s eyes twitched imperceptibly.
My heart felt like it had been gouged by something, and it hurt a lot.
That is the Geng Gold Flame Furnace.
The sect’s most important treasure.
That’s it, gone.
Although it was a bet, he really felt the pain of cutting flesh at this moment.
The site was quickly cleared.
The atmosphere suddenly changed again.
Elder He’s solemn voice echoed over the martial arts field.
"Next, the competition continues!"
"The last disciple of the Tianji Sect to fight—Ye Feng!"
"Fight against Wu Buxiu of the Wanjian Sect."