Feng Sisha was already standing in front of Ye Feng, panting heavily, the sweat on his face kept pouring out, washing his dirty black face over and over again.

He held his head high, his eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Feng with anticipation, waiting for Ye Feng's answer.

Ye Feng quietly looked at Feng Sisha and said nothing.

When a large amount of steam was suddenly released from Feng Sisha's body, and the whole person seemed to be about to explode, the black wooden stick in Ye Feng's hand suddenly pulled out with a stick, as fast as lightning.

With a bang, Feng Sisha fell out dozens of feet, slamming on the ground like a broken sandbag.

"You...... What are you doing?"

"Why are you bullying Sisha?"

"Isn't he doing enough?"

Tan Zong and the people in Kumu Village were both shocked and angry, and couldn't help but glared at Ye Feng angrily and scolded loudly.

On that side, the wind and sand climbed up, his body staggered, and after a while, he raised his head to the sky and roared, releasing a strong momentum up and down, like a violent wind.

"Danju Realm? Sisha actually broke through to Danju Realm?"

Tan Zong found out about this scene for the first time, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, all the words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say half a word anymore.

Although Feng Sisha's progress was very fast, he had only broken through to the ninth order of the Mortal Transformation Realm for a few months, and he should not have broken through to the Danju Realm so quickly.

Suddenly, Tan Zong's eyes looking at Ye Feng were full of awe, what shouldn't have happened has happened now, and there is only one thing that can be explained, that is, Ye Feng's previous stick directly increased Feng Sisha's cultivation speed by a large margin.

"Send this tree outside my house. Also, tomorrow morning, when I come out, I hope to see you!"

Ye Feng casually left such a sentence, and his body rose like a white cloud. The black wooden stick casually tapped on the wooden fence of the stockade, and his whole body disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Got it, master!"

Feng Sisha cried with joy and couldn't help but roar. But after yelling half a sentence, his body fell forward, and the whole person passed out in a coma, but he was extremely tired and went straight to sleep.

"Guys, hurry up and send Sisha in and let him have a good rest. And a few of you, hurry up and send this tree to others. ”

"Uncle Zong, this tree is too heavy for us to move. ”

"Uncle Zong, the stockades are too small, and the trees are stuck. ”

"Uncle Zong, we really don't have the strength, Sisha is really powerful, can drag such a heavy tree all the way back......"

Outside the stockade, a large crowd of people shouted and busily became busy.

Inside the village, Ye Feng still followed his own rhythm, pinching his bones and cultivating at the same time, although the pain in his body was like a tide, he had become accustomed to it, and his face did not change at all.

The next day, Feng Sisha appeared outside Ye Fengshi's house early, with an extremely expectant expression on his face.

The huge iron plough was also placed at the door of Ye Feng, directly blocking most of the street.

Ye Feng floated out.

"Get a knife!"

Ye Feng glanced at the iron plough and unceremoniously instructed the wind to come around. Feng Sisha also went to find a machete, which had just been sharpened, and the cold light was shining.

Ye Feng pinched the handle of the knife and couldn't help but show a self-deprecating smile. This machete, in terms of hardness, is directly inferior to this iron plowwood, and it is several points inferior.

What's more, after changing the previous Ye Feng, this iron plough wood, he can rub it flat and round with one hand, and he doesn't need a knife at all. But now, he had to use tools to repair the hard iron plough.

"Let's use it alive!"

Ye Feng sighed, only to see the sword light flickering, and the extra branches and leaves of the iron ploughwood were cleaned up, and the incision was smooth and flat, like a mirror.

"Fortunately, the right hand can still perform this kind of subtle operation, otherwise it will be a shame in front of the new apprentice!"

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief and continued his repair work, ignoring the wind and sand on the side.

Feng Sisha was not impatient at all, but his eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Feng's movements with a look of adoration.

This iron plough wood, Feng Sisha did his best, but there was no way to cut off even the softest branch on its body, not even a little white mark, the sharpened blade, directly knocked out a large gap, the hardness of this iron plough wood, can be imagined.

But under Ye Feng's knife, the iron plough wood is like an insignificant rotten wood, which is cut by Ye Feng at will, and that sense of contrast makes Feng Sisha's view of Ye Feng more respectful.

Soon, a huge round wooden pillar six zhang away appeared in front of Ye Feng, erected and looked particularly powerful and domineering.

The other branches were fragmented, and they were also repaired by Ye Feng and stuck on the ground casually.

"Since you worship me as a teacher, then I will pass on a set of cultivation exercises to you. I'll only say it three times, and if you can't remember, I won't repeat it. Remember, the name of this set of exercises is the Nine Strikes of the Wild Beast!"

Ye Feng lightly landed on the top of the wooden pillar erected high, and sat cross-legged on it. He looked down at the four sands of the wind and lightly taught the first seven strikes of the nine strikes of the beast to the four sands.

The exercises that can create a strong person in the Divine Realm are extremely precious, but Ye Feng still taught it to Feng Sisha. After all, when he was in the orc world, he had already asked the people of the Canglang Army to spread this exercise, and everyone could practice it, and Feng Sisha would not be abrupt when he practiced this exercise in the demon beast world.

"Okay, remember these contents, and use these iron plows to cultivate in the future. When you can cut the iron plough with one sword, I'll give you a second lesson!"

Ye Feng closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to the wind and sand.

Feng Sisha desperately memorized the nine strikes of the wild beast, and he was also immersed in cultivation.

Near this stone house, there was no one empty, and Tan Zong directly drove everyone away, lest they overhear Ye Feng's teaching.

Ye Feng didn't say anything, but Tan Zong always thought that this preaching and teaching to solve doubts was an extremely sacred thing, and outsiders could not snoop on other people's exercises at will.

"Sisha, this kid, a fool has a foolish fortune, and if he meets such a super strong man, his future will definitely be bright!"

Tan Zong thought in his heart, and couldn't help but smile, his smile was very soft.

Today's Tan Zong, although he is still in awe of Ye Feng, the panic and fear at the beginning have gradually disappeared, and he is no longer vigilant.

From Ye Feng's terrifying and ugly appearance at the beginning, to his obvious appearance day by day, Tan Zong knew that Ye Feng's original appearance was because he was seriously injured.

And Ye Feng, who was seriously injured, was able to easily eliminate the gray wolves in the Gray Wolf Valley, Ye Feng's original strength, it is conceivable, it is a magical realm that Tan Zong has never been able to access in his life.

"With such a great god here, the bitter mother village has begun to become peaceful these days......"

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Ye Feng stayed in Kumu Village for a year and a half.

In the past year and a half, his body has recovered six or seven percent, his body bones have healed again, and he can once again walk like a fly and punch like a mountain.

But that's about it.

The Dao Qi left in his body by the Dao Realm powerhouse was becoming stronger and stronger, as if it was about to snatch his body away, always hindering the complete recovery of his body.

Today's Ye Feng, the most powerful right hand, exerts only the second order of the Destruction Realm, and the other parts of the body can only use the power of the first order of the Destruction Realm, and then, everything is stuck, and there is no progress at all.

Ye Feng tried various methods, but that Dao Qi was like a bone appendage, which could not be dispelled at all, and the level was a cut higher than him.

All he could do was to turn the direction of conditioning his body to the internal organs, to the chaotic meridians, and to prepare to reshape the dantian and restore the aura in his body.

"The Melting Pot of Heaven and Earth can only make the body stronger and stronger, but it can't solve the hidden dangers in the body. Therefore, the dantian must be reshaped, only in this way can the storage space be opened, and then try the solution from the perspective of the elixir. ”

Ye Feng now sits on that wooden pillar every day. The wooden pillar, too, is slowly shrinking and shortening over time, and every day Ye Feng's cultivation, the rolling spiritual fire will be released by him, and the iron plough will also burn the wooden pillar to expel the impurities inside it.

Ye Feng is going to use this wooden pillar as a weapon, before his body recovers, he must enhance his strength as much as possible, and having a weapon in his hand will definitely be like a tiger.

"Master, how do you think I'm doing?"

Feng Sisha was holding a rough machete in his hand, only to see the cold light flickering, and the last few pieces of iron ploughwood and wood were instantly split into pieces.

After more than a year, the wind and four sands of the first order of the Dan Gathering Realm have now reached the peak of the ninth order of the Dan Gathering Realm, and they have all caught up with Tan Zong's strength.

His baby face still hasn't changed at all, but his eyes are obviously much more stable and calm.

From Ye Feng, Feng Sisha learned a lot of things, consciously or unconsciously, he would always imitate Ye Feng's movements and expressions, and people became calm.

"Okay, I'll give you a day off today, and you can go and rest. Tomorrow is probably the time for you to break through the realm of life and death, remember, don't be nervous, stabilize your emotions......"

Ye Feng casually pointed out a few words to Feng Sisha.

This apprentice of his, his talent is indeed good, and the speed of cultivating the Nine Strikes of the Beast is also very fast, and his strength is rising steadily, and he has reached the ninth order of the Danju Realm in more than a year, ready to impact the realm of life and death.

However, in Ye Feng's own opinion, the speed was still a little slower.

For this world, the realm of life and death is just getting started, only the realm of destruction can barely have a trace of self-preservation, the realm of divine power is elite, the realm of merger is the backbone, and the strong of the realm of gods is the real pillar of the world.

Whether it is Feng Sisha or Ye Feng himself, his strength is still a little too weak.