After hesitating for a moment, Ye Feng slowly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it towards the ancient sword.

"Hum..."

The moment Ye Feng's palm touched the ancient sword, the entire body of the ancient sword trembled slightly.

This kind of trembling is not resistance, but excitement.

"Boom..."

Ye Feng used a slight force, and this ancient sword was directly pulled out.

Suddenly, a fierce sword intent, centered on him, spread.

Even if the palace is made of special stones, the walls are covered with patterns.

"Good sword!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaim.

The moment he pulled out the sword, he felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be one with him, and this state was mysterious and mysterious.

Under normal circumstances, a sword cultivator, even if he is a genius, needs to cultivate for fifty or sixty years before he can feel this way.

And the moment he just took the sword, he had this feeling.

It is enough to prove that this is a good sword.

Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes and continued to comprehend the sword.

..........

At this time, everyone in the square, seeing that there was no movement in the palace, did not know what was happening.

"That guy, must have died in there. ”

The Holy Son of the Xuanjian Sect said in a deep voice.

A relaxed expression appeared on his face.

If Ye Feng died, and without Chen Shaodi and Jin Chihou, he thought that he would be able to rank in the top three in the future Qingyun List.

"Hmph! A guy who doesn't think much of himself dares to try to comprehend the inheritance of the saint, it's like looking for death. ”

Feng Leizi also said with a sneer on his face.

Many Tianjiao on the Qingyun list have the same mood and thoughts as them.

Born in the same generation, such a genius died, then they would not have so much pressure.

"Hey, hey... Finally dead. ”

The elders-level figures of the Chen family and the Golden Family, seeing this scene, also breathed a bad breath in their hearts.

Their family now has no time to take revenge on Ye Feng.

If Ye Feng is kept alive, then their two families will always be ridiculed.

Now that Ye Feng is dead, this shame has dissipated.

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. ”

The middle-aged man beside Ruolin said slowly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was difficult to hide.

A person who did not belong to the Holy Book Academy made a lot of noise in this autumn season, and also killed the two great Tianjiao of the Holy Book Academy, which made him disgusted with Ye Feng in the first place.

Today, Ye Feng actually entered the Holy Dao Ridge again, and he broke through two levels in a row, which made his dislike for Ye Feng even more extreme.

Now that Ye Feng is dead, he is naturally very happy.

"He's not going to die in there. ”

Ruolin looked solemn and said slowly.

For some reason, she just felt that way.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man next to Ruolin was stunned, and then shook his head, feeling that Ruolin was taking it for granted.

At this time, those who had the same idea as Ruolin were Lu Moyu and Lu Yin'er.

Their worried eyes stared at the palace.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, the palace on the top of the Holy Dao Mountain suddenly had a dazzling light flickering.

The spiritual power of the entire heaven and earth frantically surged towards the palace.

At the same time, a monstrous sword intent erupted and rushed straight into the sky.

Even across the canopy, everyone in the square could clearly feel the fierce sword intent, which actually made the sword cultivators present have the urge to kneel down and worship.

Even if it wasn't a sword cultivator, he was shocked by this powerful sword intent.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

On the square, the sound of horror resounded through the heavens and the earth.

All of them didn't know what was going on.

They looked at each other, and their hearts were full of doubts.

At the same time, the white tiger looked at the palace, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Squeak..."

And at this time, the gates of the palace slowly opened.

Ye Feng walked out of it.

That sword had already been included in his acceptance ring, but at this time, his entire body was exuding a sword intent, looking like a sword cultivator who had been cultivating for decades.

"The inheritance of the saint was actually obtained by you?"

Bai Hu was incredulous and said, "Impossible! You clearly don't meet the requirements of the saint, how can you get his inheritance?"

He didn't know that Ye Feng had the Heavenly Sword Intent in his body, so he naturally didn't know the answer.

"Probably even the saints think that I am a natural asset, so it is more appropriate to pass it on to me!"

Ye Feng said slowly with a smile.

It is impossible for him to seal the Heavenly Sword Intent in his body, so just say it!

The white tiger was speechless.

It had never seen such a shameless person.

"Now that you've got the Saint's inheritance, it's time to leave. ”

The white tiger said slowly: "From now on, this Holy Dao Ridge will not be opened again. ”

After that, it looked at Ye Feng meaningfully, and with a little front paw on its left paw, a ray of light wrapped Ye Feng.

"Hmm..."

With a flickering light, Ye Feng's figure appeared on the square.

The light curtain in the sky also disappeared.

At this time, on the square, there was a deathly silence, and everyone's eyes were staring at Ye Feng.

Saint Inheritance!

In just one sentence, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, making everyone stunned in shock.

What does this mean?

Looking at the entire Qinglin Domain, and even the Henggu Continent, I am afraid that there are not many who can get the inheritance of the saints.

At this time, Ye Feng was so lucky that he got the inheritance of the saint.

For a moment, all the eyes that looked at him were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

"It's... How is this possible!"

The Holy Son of the Xuanjian Sect, as well as the Wind and Thunder Son, were all shocked at this time, and their voices were trembling.

Just now, they also asserted that Ye Feng would definitely die in the third level of the trial.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng came out in a blink of an eye, and he also got the inheritance of the saint.

It was like a loud slap in the face, hitting them hard in the face, making them all flushed and hot and painful.

The middle-aged man beside Ruolin was also shocked by the reality at this time, speechless, and was stunned.

And Ruolin looked at Ye Feng, and was glad in her heart, fortunately she apologized to Ye Feng in advance two days ago.

At the same time, he was still a little annoyed, why didn't he insist on giving Ye Feng the quota for admission without examination when he first met Ye Feng, in that case, she would be the teacher of the saint.

At the same time, in the square, the sound of discussion continued to sound.

"Originally, he had rumors that he was destined to be holy in the future, and now that he has been replaced by a saint, is that rumor going to come true?"

"If he is truly sanctified, then the entire Qinglin Domain will surrender to his feet. ”

"The future is destined to be holy! ”

“........”

The eyes of everyone looking at Ye Feng were extremely complicated.

Those people in the top forces have already begun to think about how to win over Ye Feng.

And the people of the Chen family and the gold family are all pale, as uncomfortable as if they have eaten.

How could they be so unlucky to offend a guy who is destined to be holy in the future.