"Answer timed out"

"Poof" blood splashed, the head fell to the ground, and the face still flowed with endless blank color.

At this time, except for Ye Yang, everyone was stupid, even Meng Fei was no exception, there was such a question?

The thick-eyebrow man and the disciple only reacted after a while, and said with an angry face, "Grandpa, why are you cheating like this, obviously when you read the question, you ran out of time, so how do you ask others to answer?"

Ye Yang paused, slowly withdrew the blood-dripping long sword in his hand, pondered for a moment, and nodded, "Yours seems to make sense, then there will be no time limit next time."

The thick-eyebrow man and the disciple were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood, but they dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, for fear of angering Ye Yang.

"You, come out, I'm not there for a time limit this time, you listen carefully to the question, don't be distracted" Ye Yang said with a serious face.

The disciple who was named by Ye Yang shook wildly, and when he looked at the corpse on the ground, he couldn't help but feel a tingle on his scalp.

In the past, they used to bully others and kill people like hemp, but now that death has come to them, there is a fear in their hearts.

Seeing that disciple trembling and walking out, Ye Yang pointed at Meng Fei and said, "This son is called Meng Fei, and the sword he is holding in his hand is called the Wind Sword, which is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, which is mixed with more than ten precious materials such as red gold, wind copper, etc., and is made by seventy-seven forty-nine.

The shape is beautiful and domineering, domineering but elegant, it is a very rare handicraft, so may I ask, what is the name of this son named Meng Fei, his second aunt?"

The disciple was listening carefully to the question, when he suddenly heard this turn, and suddenly opened his mouth wide in shock, "Ah......hh

"Poof"

A sword flew out, the head hit the ground, and blood spurted wildly.

Ye Yang calmly shook the long sword in his hand, the blood beads on it fell, and he said, "The answer is wrong, his second uncle is not married yet"

The thick-eyebrow man reacted at this time, and no longer estimated the identity of his grandfather, and said angrily, "You are simply too deceitful, such a problem, whoever can answer it, you are playing with us"

Ye Yang frowned, turned his head and asked Meng Fei, "Is it difficult?"

"It seems to be a little" Meng Fei nodded and said with a smile.

"Oh, since that's the case, then this time it's a simple point" Ye Yang said with a slight "apology".

The thick-eyebrow man suffered two big losses in a row, and said angrily, "You are simple, but you always have problems"

"This time the question is really simple, so let's do it, I want to ask Meng Fei first to see if he can answer it?"

Ye Yang asked Meng Fei, "Meng Fei, how many suns are there?"

"Back to the boss, there is one"

Nodding his head, he said, "Very good, the answer is correct, so how many moons are there?"

Meng Fei couldn't help but laugh, and said seriously, "Back to the boss, there is a moon"

Ye Yang looked at the thick-eyebrowed man with a smile and said, "How about it, it's simple enough, right?"

The thick-eyebrow man rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, you can continue to solve the question."

"Okay, then let me ask you how many stars are there?" Ye Yang said with a smile.

"Hmph, I knew you were going to ask this question, I told you, there are countless stars on it," the thick-eyebrow man said with a smug expression, obviously prepared.

"Poof"

The sword light burst out, and the chill was shining, although the man with thick eyebrows was prepared, but he was coerced by a terror, and he froze his body, and he couldn't dodge, and his head was cut off in an instant.

Meng Fei looked at the man with thick eyebrows, revealing horror and unwillingness on his head, and couldn't help asking, "Boss, he obviously answered correctly, why did you kill him?"

"That's right, this is an ancient battlefield, what kind of star is here, hurry up and clean it up and see if there is anything to gain" Ye Yang scolded angrily.

Through the observation a long time ago, it was found that these guys had innocent blood on their hands, and they didn't intend to let them go at all, killing them like this was just to entertain the audience.

Meng Fei only came to his senses at this time, and hurriedly searched for the surrounding corpses, and returned to Ye Yang's side after a while, and said in surprise, "Boss, there are actually more than a dozen medium-grade treasures and two ancestral weapons."

"Okay, put it away, by the way, how did you find out my identity?" This is exactly what Ye Yang wondered, the disguise technique that Jiuxuan taught him was extremely skillful, you must know that even Ye Yuhan couldn't recognize him.

"Hehe, my spiritual power was instilled in me by the boss, and when the boss appeared, the spiritual power in my body was sensed," Meng Fei said.

Only then did Ye Yang come to his senses and asked about Meng Fei's experience on the battlefield.

It turned out that after Meng Fei entered the battlefield, he immediately ran back to the safe area, and at that time everyone had already set off, only Xiong Kaishan was waiting for him there.

So the two walked together, although they encountered a lot of dangers along the way, but with Xiong Kaishan's defense and Meng Fei's spiritual attack, the two of them advanced extremely fast.

However, in the past six months, the two of them have not gained much, but because of the rich aura of the ancient battlefield, their cultivation has grown rapidly, and they have reached the late stage of the sect master.

Just a month ago, when the two had just entered the center of the battlefield, Xiong Kaishan suddenly felt a sense in his heart and told Meng Fei that his ancestors were calling him.

And that battlefield is only suitable for demon beasts to travel, the two had to separate, Xiong Kaishan went to find its inheritance, and Meng Fei began the process of ** adventure.

Just a few years ago, Meng Fei inadvertently harvested an ancestral weapon spirit soldier on the battlefield, and he was immediately ecstatic, this was the treasure he needed the most.

But the happy and sad thing is that he was targeted by others as soon as he got the baby, and he fought all the way here, if it wasn't for Ye Yang's appearance, I'm afraid he would have died here.

Meng Fei proudly took out a long sword overflowing with cold air from the space ring, and when this sword appeared, even the surrounding space felt like it was about to be torn apart and let out a slight hiss.

"Good Sword"

Even Ye Yang couldn't help but be moved, the sharpness of this sword was unimaginable, just relying on his own coercion, he could cause such a vision, no wonder the man with thick eyebrows was so red-eyed.

"Hehe, the boss will have this ancestral weapon-level divine sword in the future, what holy son and saint daughter, take them all, the male will be the younger brother, and the female will come to warm the bed, haha" Meng Fei said, handed this incomparably sharp sword to Ye Yang, and said excitedly.

Ye Yang was stunned for a moment and said, "This is a spirit sword, you can use it after refining it, what do you want me to do?"

Now that Meng Fei's cultivation has reached the late stage of the sect master, because of the cultivation of the mysterious Spirit Xiao Treasure Book, it is not difficult to refine this ancestral weapon-level spirit sword.

"Boss, this is far away, how can there be a reason that the younger brother uses the ancestral weapon, and the boss uses the middle-grade spiritual weapon, the boss, you can accept it" Meng Fei said with a serious face.

Listening to Meng Fei's words, Ye Yang couldn't help but be moved in his heart, although this son is usually a little unreliable, but he is really good to himself.

If he himself refines this ancestral weapon, his strength will definitely increase by a big step, even if he encounters a group of people like the thick-eyebrow man, even if he can't be defeated, he can easily escape.

This is a life-threatening matter, especially a guy like Meng Fei who is afraid of death, can actually give Ye Yang a treasure that increases his survival probability, this love is not deep.

Ye Yang shook his head and said, "You better refine it yourself, with him, you won't be so embarrassed to be hunted down by others."

Seeing that Ye Yang didn't accept it, Meng Fei was in a hurry, and was just about to ask for words, Ye Yang stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Your strength is not bad now, with the help of this ancestral weapon, you will inevitably step on another step, below the Holy Son level, I'm afraid there are few people who are your opponents."

At this point, Ye Yang was very relieved in his heart, Meng Fei, a guy with mediocre qualifications, was single-handedly promoted by himself, and he felt extremely proud of his achievements.

"But you'...... boss"

Seeing that Meng Fei still had to insist, Ye Yang stretched out his big hand, and the Long Yuan Sword emerged from the palm of his hand, exuding terrifying coercion.

When Meng Fei saw the Long Yuan Sword, his mouth immediately opened wide, his eyes were about to pop out, and he said in disbelief, "When did the Long Yuan Sword become an ancestral weapon?"

It turned out that Ye Yang's Longyuan Sword was only a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and Ye Yang had never mentioned the transformation of the Longyuan Sword, so Meng Fei never knew about it.

Ye Yang slowly put away the Longyuan Sword, and the matter of advancing the Longyuan Sword was simple, and Meng Fei realized it.

"Hehe, that's great, to be honest, I'm really a little reluctant to give this treasure to the boss" Meng Fei stroked the sword in his hand with a lewd face at this time, as if he was touching his lover's delicate thighs.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and refine him, I'll give you the Dharma protector" Ye Yang said angrily.

"Okay"

Meng Fei fixed the ancestral weapon long sword in mid-air, his whole body's spiritual power spread, one palm against the tip of the sword, and slowly entered the long sword with his own spiritual power for refining.

However, the ancestral weapon seemed to be extremely resistant, unwilling to give in, and kept struggling, and the refining progress was extremely slow.

Ye Yang frowned, on the ancient battlefield, anything could happen, and it must be refined quickly.

Stretched out his big hand and patted Meng Fei on the back, the vast spiritual power like the sea, like a river bursting the embankment, wanted to pour into Meng Fei's body.

Because Meng Fei's spiritual power originated from Ye Yang, all of them did not reject Ye Yang's spiritual power at all, and with the help of Ye Yang's spiritual power, the resistance of the ancestral weapon long sword became weak, and it originally took nearly three years to refine, but now it only took half an hour to be surrendered by Meng Fei.

When the ancestral weapon spirit sword was submerged into Meng Fei's body, Meng Fei shouted happily, "Haha, boss, I succeeded, I finally have an ancestral weapon of my own"

Regarding Meng Fei's excitement, Ye Yang nodded with a smile, after all, when he got the Coiling Dragon Spear, he was not much calmer than him.

"Hey, by the way, boss, how can your spiritual power be so strong, it seems to be ...... Have you broken through to ......" Meng Fei recovered from his excitement for a long time, and finally asked the key question.

"You're thinking too much, my current spiritual power is only just breaking through the half-step sect master," Ye Yang said with a smile.

"Ah, the spiritual power of the half-step sect master is dozens of times stronger than the current me, boss, you are really perverted" Meng Fei said with a bitter face.

"Looking for a beating, okay, let's pack up and leave here," Ye Yang looked around and said.

"Don't, boss, there is a good chance here," Meng Fei said with a sudden twinkle in his eyes