Soon after the Heaven Tribulation Immortal Monarch reverted back to gray sword qi and returned to Yefeng's dantian, Yefeng woke up faintly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moment Ye Feng woke up, the first layer of the three layers of seals imposed by the Heavenly Tribulation Immortal Monarch opened, and the huge Heavenly Tribulation Energy quickly entered his meridians through Ye Feng's left eye, pushing Ye Feng's realm to continue to rise.

Finally, Ye Feng completely woke up, and the Heavenly Tribulation Energy was also completely functional, turning into a rolling aura and disappearing into Ye Feng's meridians.

"I ......"

Nightfeng rubbed his eyes, he distinctly remembered that he had been shot into his left eye by a fragment of the Tribulation. The power of the Heavenly Tribulation Fragment had been felt by himself, and now that he was still alive, it was really a little surprising to Ye Feng.

After rubbing his eyes a few times, Ye Feng found that something was wrong, his left eye was intact and there was no discomfort!

If it weren't for the ruins around him, Nightfeng would have thought that he had just had a nightmare about being shot into his left eye by a fragment of the Tribulation.

"Huh, my strength?"

Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes widened, and he was a little stunned for a moment when he noticed the change in his strength.

"What's wrong with me, I've entered the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period?"

Ye Feng was a little puzzled, originally he thought that he was going to die, but who knew that he had nothing to do. And not only that, but he had inexplicably broken through to the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period! Would there be such a good thing as being shot in the eyes by the fragments of the Heavenly Tribulation? If this is the case, then what else is the cultivation realm still cultivating, just use your eyes to catch the Heavenly Tribulation.

Thinking of his eyes, Ye Feng realized that for some reason, the pupil of his left eye turned purple and gold. From a distance, it looks like thunder has been put in the eyes, a little weird, and inexplicably a little majestic.

After thinking about it, Night Feng didn't come up with a result, so he had to attribute it all to the body of the Heavenly Tribulation Fragment that had been shot into his left eye.

Ye Feng was stunned, and after a while he decided to return to the Sword Gate, tell his master the Sword Gate Master about his situation, and let the Sword Gate Master determine his situation.

Now that the decision had been made, Nightfront began to move. It's at least a thousand miles away from the Sword Gate, but with the speed of the Night Front, if you don't stop traveling day and night, you can return to the Sword Gate in two days at most.

Sword Gate.

After Ye Feng left the Sword Gate to go out to practice, Yuan Feng and Sun Dazhu were a little panicked. Because they knew that Li Sijian, who they sent out to intercept Ye Feng, was dead, and they knew that Ye Feng must have known that it was Li Sijian sent by the two of them. Therefore, they are afraid that after returning from the night striker's training, they will settle accounts with their autumn queen.

If Ye Feng came back and told the sect master and the second elder in charge of punishment what they had done, then they really wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

Yuan Feng and Sun Dazhu wanted to go out of the mountain to kill Ye Feng several times, but they had no reason to go to the Tenglong Dynasty. had to worry day by day, which made both of them lose weight.

However, on this day, Yuan Feng carried a gourd of spiritual wine that he had obtained when he had gone out to practice, and with a bright smile on his face, he went to the deacon hall to look for Sun Dazhu.

Ever since Sun Dazhu learned that Li Sijian had died, he had some gains and losses, and he was sad all day long, and he couldn't even raise the benefits of blackmailing the disciples who had trained him, and he was lying on the long table of the disciples of the deacon hall all day long.

Seeing Yuan Feng come in, with an extremely smug smile on his face, and carrying a gourd of spirit wine, Sun Dazhu couldn't help but be surprised: "Brother Feng, what kind of happy event did you encounter today? Aren't you afraid that Ye Feng will tell the door master and the elders about us after he comes back?"

Hearing Sun Dazhu's question, Yuan Feng laughed, shook the wine gourd in his hand, and his face was red: "Of course there is a happy event, a great happy event! No, wasn't I the first to come to you after learning the news?"

Sun Dazhu is even more strange, this Yuan Feng is almost as panicked as himself on weekdays, and even more unbearable than himself, how can he be so excited today, and even take the spirit wine that he will never take out on weekdays to find himself. It can't be some kind of loss of heart, right?

Suddenly, Sun Dazhu thought of a possibility, his face suddenly turned pale, cold sweat flowed, and he trembled: "Feng, Brother Feng, this and this, this will not be our send-off bar?"

As soon as he heard Sun Dazhu's guess, Yuan Feng's hand, which had just taken out a jade cup and was about to pour wine, suddenly froze in midair. He turned his head to look at Sun Dazhu, his eyes were full of incredulity: why didn't he know that this Sun Dazhu was so cranky?

Looking at the incredulity in Yuan Feng's eyes, Sun Dazhu was even more sure of his guess: Didn't you see Yuan Feng surprised that his guess was accurate?

All of a sudden, Sun Dazhu was even more crying, and his whole body fell down, as if he had aged many years in an instant. His lips twitched several times, and he was speechless.

Yuan Feng thought that Sun Dazhu had figured out what he meant, so he was so excited that he couldn't speak, and patted Sun Dazhu on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Brother, you think well, this matter is like this." ”

Hearing Yuan Feng's confirmation, Sun Dazhu suddenly despaired, exuding a dead breath all over his body: "Say, Brother Feng, I also accept my fate." When are the elders going to send us on our way?"

"On the road, on what?"

Yuan Feng is a little confused, so: This guy won't be excited and crazy, right?

"What other way can you go!

There was already a cry in Sun Dazhu's voice, and the whole person slumped on the chair, like a meal of dead meat.

"Fuck your dead-end road!" Yuan Feng scolded with a smile, understanding that Sun Dazhu still misunderstood what he meant: "What I'm talking about is that the Tenglong Imperial City was destroyed by a piece of Heavenly Tribulation that suddenly appeared! Not a single person in the entire Tenglong Imperial City survived!"

"However, Ye Feng can hide underground, he is a monk, and he will not be suffocated underground. After all, the fragments of the Heavenly Tribulation are just fragments, and the power should not be too great, right?" Sun Dazhu still didn't believe it, this happiness came a little suddenly, and it suddenly made him feel unreal.

"Don't be suspicious. Yuan Feng picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine into his cup, and put it under his nose to sniff. Suddenly intoxicated and narrowed his eyes, half lying on the chair, hummed comfortably a few times, and said lazily: "I heard from a disciple of the Qi Spirit Sect. The entire Tenglong Imperial City, thousands of kilometers underground, was destroyed by the fragments of the Heavenly Tribulation and turned into a scorched black color, leaving no anger at all. What kind of strength was Ye Feng when he left the sect? The fourth layer of the Qi Refining Period, even if he was a genius, at most he would reach the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Period. In that disaster, I estimate that even the old monster in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty will die without a corpse. Not to mention his little waste of the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Period!"

Hearing Yuan Feng's explanation, Sun Dazhu reacted: No wonder Yuan Feng was so happy, it turned out that Ye Feng was killed.

Suddenly, Sun Dazhu jumped up from the chair, and the whole person who was excited threw himself on the long table, knocking over the wine glasses on the table: "Brother Feng! You mean Ye Feng is really dead?!"

Taking a sip of spiritual wine, Yuan Feng shook his head slowly, pretending: "It's a pity, a good young man, the pillar of my Sword Gate in the future, died in a natural disaster, sad, lamentable." ”

Yuan Feng's words were like this, but there was no sigh in his tone, only a strong sense of pride and excitement.

At this moment, Sun Dazhu completely understood, this was accompanied by Yuan Feng shaking his head and pretending: "That's right, the peerless genius of my Sword Sect, the true disciple of the sect master, why did he die in such a natural disaster, I, as a senior brother, am heartbroken." ”

After speaking, the two glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of smiles. Yuan Feng poured two glasses of spirit wine again and gave Sun Dazhu a glass: "For the fall of our Sword Gate genius, clink glasses!"

"Clink glasses!"

The jade cup touched lightly, making a crisp sound, the two laughed, handed over the cup and changed the lamp, and there was no worry or panic for a while. All that remains is the joy and excitement of relief.