To a monk, three days is just a blink of an eye.
Ye Feng was not in a hurry to practice, but sat in the elegant room of Tingchao Pavilion, like a passerby, sipping tea and watching the scenery. It's just that his "view" is different from others.
My spiritual consciousness probed the entire Wanghai City, and the Chaos Formation Disk in my arms was emitting an undetectable fluctuation. Any consciousness that attempts to trace in the reverse direction will be led by this force into chaos and nothingness, and ultimately achieves nothing.
He was like a hunter hiding at the top, overlooking the entire city with interest.
In Wanghai City, experts gathered.
To the east of the city, there is a gorgeous palace shrouded in a blue water curtain formation. It is the temporary residence of the powerful "Fuhai Palace" of the East China Sea. Ye Feng's consciousness bypassed the water curtain and "saw" everything in the palace. An old man in blue robes with a strong aura, who had reached the late stage of Mahayana, was furious at several disciples, spitting everywhere.
"A bunch of trash! After checking for so long, even the group of witches from the Hehuan Sect don't know where the entrance to the secret realm is! What's the use of raising you? If I give you one more day, if you can't find out, I'll go out to the sea to feed the sharks!"
While he was roaring, a jade slip he kept close to his body quietly lit up, and a flattering message came from him: "Palace Master, the batch of 'Merman Tears' you want has been released by Sanxian Island, but the price is ...Hehe, you understand. They also specifically asked that this matter must not be known to outsiders, as it would damage the reputation of their fairy island."
The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled up in amusement. Palace Master Fuhai, while scolding his subordinates, was engaged in the business of reselling prohibited items with his enemy Sanxian Island. He was really "upright and awe-inspiring".
In the west of the city, in a mist-shrouded attic, the monks of Sanxian Island are all dressed in white and have an extraordinary temperament, as if they are otherworldly. The leader, a female crown, is meditating with her eyes closed, her appearance is solemn. Ye Feng's consciousness sensed that beneath her seemingly calm aura, there was an extremely sinister force that was strangely blending and confronting her own bright spiritual power. There was obviously a huge problem with her skills, and she was on the verge of going crazy, relying solely on her appearance to support her.
What is even more interesting are the powerful casual cultivators from overseas.
Someone appears to be a sanctimonious ascetic monk, but secretly he is using evil methods to raise a "nightmare beast" that feeds on the souls of monks. Someone looks like a rough and heroic giant, but in fact his mind is as fine as the tip of a needle. He has quietly laid seven or eight back tricks and traps in the city.
"Tsk, what a wonderful dance of demons." Ye Feng took a sip of tea and thought to himself. This Netherworld Demon Palace has almost stripped off the underpants of all kinds of ghosts and snake gods before it even opened.
While he was enjoying the pleasure of "opening his eyes", the door of the private room was violently opened with a "bang".
Several young monks wearing the costumes of Fuhai Palace, surrounded by a young man in brocade clothes with an arrogant face and frivolous eyes, walked in swaggeringly. The young man in brocade has reached the early stage of Mahayana cultivation and can be regarded as a leader among the younger generation.
He glanced at Ye Feng, who was drinking tea alone, frowned, and waved his hand impatiently, as if trying to ward off a fly: "I want this room. Get out."
The follower behind him immediately took a step forward and shouted arrogantly: "Didn't you hear what our young palace master said? Are you deaf? Get out of here, don't be an eyesore here!"
The waiter from Tingchao Pavilion rushed over after hearing the sound, with a humble smile on his face, nodded and said: "Oh, it turns out that Mr. Zhou is here. Mr. Zhou, I'm really sorry, this "Guanhai Tingtao" is the best private room in our hotel, and this guest has already reserved it. Otherwise, I will change you to the "Pilgrimage Room" next door. "Looking at the moon", the same, the same. "
"Same?" Mr. Zhou sneered and kicked the guy to the ground, "Watching the moon on the railing, how can I have a good view here? I am going to entertain distinguished guests here today! Who do you think you are, and you dare to arrange this for me?"
He walked to the window, took a look at the magnificent scene of sea and sky outside, nodded with satisfaction, and then glanced at Ye Feng, who was still sitting still, as if looking at garbage, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"It seems that he doesn't know how to lift. Aaron, let him wake up, break his legs, and throw him out of the window. Let everyone in Wanghai City see that this is an offense against me. The fate of Fuhai Palace!"
"Yes, Young Palace Master!" The sturdy follower named Aaron laughed ferociously, clenched his fists, and approached Ye Feng with a crackling sound in his joints. With every step he took, the aura on his body became stronger, and the pressure of the late stage of divine transformation was unabashedly crushing towards Ye Feng.
Guests in other private rooms around him had already been alarmed by the movement here and stuck their heads out one after another. When they saw that it was Mr. Zhou from Fuhai Palace who was making trouble, they all shrank back with interest and just quietly paid attention with their spiritual consciousness.
In the land of East China Sea, Fuhai Palace is the sky. If you offend them, there is indeed no good fruit to be gained. Everyone looked at Ye Feng with a bit of sympathy.
However, Ye Feng's expression did not change at all from the beginning to the end. He just sat there quietly, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Just when Aaron's fist was about to hit his face, Ye Feng finally moved.
He did not get up, or even look at the other party. Just gently, he placed the teacup in his hand on the table.
"Crack."
A soft sound.
The menacing Aaron's body stiffened suddenly. He felt like his fist hit a ball of slippery yet extremely tough cotton. That domineering punch was cleverly diverted and turned by a strange force, and actually... flowed back along his own arm!
"Poof!"
Aaron felt an irresistible force pouring in from his fist, instantly overwhelming the spiritual power in his meridians. His whole body was like a kite with its string broken, flying upside down and hitting the wall hard with a dull loud noise. When he opened his mouth, there was a large pool of blood, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries.
The entire private room was instantly silent.
Everyone was stunned.
The arrogance on Mr. Zhou’s face solidified. The ferocious smiles on the faces of the followers behind him also froze. Even the beaten guy on the ground forgot to moan.
What happened?
That man... without even moving a single move, he knocked away an early Mahayana monk?
"You...you dare to fight back?" Mr. Zhou was shocked and angry, pointing at Ye Feng and shouted. He didn't see clearly how Ye Feng took action, he just assumed that the other party used some weird protective magic weapon.
Ye Feng slowly raised his head and looked at him calmly, as if he were looking at a clown.
"First of all, I came to this room first."
"Second, your dog is barking and trying to bite. You're welcome to let me discipline it for you."
"Third," Ye Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, showing a playful smile, "You just said that you want to break my legs and throw me out of here?"
His voice was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Mr. Zhou's heart hard. Mr. Zhou, who was so calmed by his calm eyes, actually took half a step back.
"You...what do you want to do? Let me tell you, my father is the palace lord of Fuhai Palace! If you dare to touch a hair on my head, no one in heaven or on earth can save you!"