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Lin Yiyi didn't hold back on this, she just walked to the wooden box and took out a leather book the size of a suitcase from inside, which was Ye Feng's "Demon Language".

Considering that Ye Feng's hands were inconvenient, Lin Yiyi found a vine to tie the "Demon Language" to his leg, and then they said goodbye.

In the entrance area, in the stone room, Ye Feng was lying on the bed, thinking about a problem in his mind.

"It's strange, aren't the banshee disciples in the entry area generally living in the Banshee Pavilion, why does Miss Lin Yiyi still build her own house and live alone?"

Ye Feng's eyes were staring at the roof, his brows furrowed slightly.

"As far as I know, the pills in the Flowing Moon Gate all start at the price of ten spirit stones, how can a beginner disciple afford to consume them?"

These questions had existed since Ye Feng woke up not long ago, but he knew that every kraken had his own secrets, and he was not a character to get to the bottom of things, so after thinking about it for a while to no avail, he gave up.

Shifting his gaze to the "Demon Language" on the table, Ye Feng's face was cloudy, his eyes showed complicated emotions, and the conversation between Xiao Bin and Peng Meier that day still seemed to be echoing in his ears at this moment.

In the end, Ye Feng got up from the bed, walked to the table, and opened the "Demon Language" with his feet.

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For more than a month, Ye Feng couldn't practice due to injury, so he spent almost all his time on "Demon Words".

Since there is no talent for learning demon literature, it is replaced by diligence and seriousness, and the boredom and boredom of literacy are overcome with perseverance.

Under Ye Feng's unremitting persistence, he finally recognized all the demon characters in the "Demon Language"! In this, his unusual spiritual power of the Siren played a great role, not only allowing him to have abundant energy, but also helping him a lot in terms of memory.

In the past month or so, the injuries on Ye Feng's body have healed as much as ninety percent, and his hands have almost recovered as before, and he can continue to cultivate.

"Bumper Bumper"

Ye Feng threw more than a dozen punches in one go, and the "Demon Whispers" suspended in the sea water shattered in response, turning into countless fragments and scattering to the bottom of the sea.

Looking at the fragments of the "Demon Language" all over the ground, Ye Feng's eyes burned and he let out a low murmur.

"Only the weak will bring the "Demon Language"? Xiao Bin, next time I will definitely give you a 'surprise'!"

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In a sea forest not far from Liuyue Gate, a simplely dressed figure was practicing knives, or chopping, or chopping, or teasing...... The basic moves of the sword technique were slowly practiced in his hands, and the connection between the moves was very smooth, and there was no stiff and awkward feeling. The surrounding tree trunks are densely covered with marks of large knives, and they are very desolate.

This figure is Ye Feng who has recovered from serious injuries, the big knife has been destroyed last time, and this big knife was repaired by him between the flowing knives.

The last time Xiao Bin was defeated and humiliated, this was a very big blow to Ye Feng, which can be said to be unprecedented!

During the time when he was recuperating from his injury, Ye Feng thought a lot, thinking about it all the way from his past life to this life. The mediocrity of his previous life, his curiosity about the deep sea when he was reborn, his ambition after turning into a demon, and the cruelty and ruthlessness of reality, all of this was mixed together, and Ye Feng suddenly found that he had experienced so much unknowingly!

Since I've already experienced death, what's the point of this little setback? What about the poor innate bloodline? At most, I don't compare myself with other krakens, I just want to constantly surpass myself!

The blow he suffered this time made Ye Feng grow a lot at once, and he also understood many truths that he had only heard of in the past but had not personally experienced and practiced.

In the end, Ye Feng combined his own situation and re-formulated a training plan for himself, focusing on breaking through himself!

In a flash of the sword, a sea tree about a foot in diameter was cut off by the waist, and the fracture was smooth and flat. Then Ye Feng rushed forward, his feet quickly clicked on the trunk of a sea tree the size of three people around him, and his whole body instantly jumped up to the middle of the big tree, and his feet stepped on the thick branches, and he practiced his knife technique on the tree in this way.

It is much more difficult to practice the knife technique on the tree than on the bottom of the sea! At the beginning, how to maintain balance alone made Ye Feng suffer, but now that nearly a month has passed, Ye Feng has been able to come and go freely between the branches, and the knife technique is also presentable, flesh and blood!

Two hours later, Ye Feng suspended his training and took a short rest in the tree.

"Whew, it's time for the next phase of training!"

Not long after, Ye Feng's knees bent slightly, and with a slight jump, he reached the higher part of the big tree.

The branches are much smaller and denser, and the space is extremely cramped, with many leaves that are slightly larger than shells around them, obstructing the view.

Ye Feng stood still on a slightly larger branch, and as soon as he finished a knife action, a leaf on the branch left the big tree and fell to the bottom of the sea, but the blade accidentally rubbed against the petiole when Ye Feng raised the knife.

Ye Feng shook his head in disappointment, and had to start all over again, because the ultimate goal of this stage of training is not to make a leaf around him fall when he dances the big knife, and what he practices is the "accuracy" in the essence of the knife technique, "fast, accurate, and ruthless", that is, accuracy!

The big knife was lifted up, Ye Feng froze, his eyes turned twice, and he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction to confirm that not a single leaf had fallen. Then he slashed forward. Suddenly, there was a "whoosh" sound, and the leaves fell to the bottom of the sea like rain, and at a cursory glance there were at least twenty or thirty leaves.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng's face became ugly, and he carefully looked at the dense leaves around him, and suddenly became suspicious.

"Can I really practice my sword here without even a leaf falling? Could it be that there is something wrong with this training plan I have made myself? Isn't it too harsh?"

After hesitating for a while, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and showed a determined look on his face.

"No, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth! If I don't test it myself, how do I know that this plan is not feasible!"

On the branches, Ye Feng once again wielded the big knife in his hand, and the leaves on the tree still fell from time to time, but Ye Feng was not depressed and discouraged. He is highly focused, takes every swing very seriously, and doesn't just train for training's sake!

Failure and restart, failure and repetition, time passed quietly in the continuous repetition cycle of the two, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Feng had been on the tree for several hours.

On the branches, Ye Feng's expression was still focused, he practiced the knife technique from beginning to end, and after the incident, he suddenly found a trace of abnormality, this time the knife practice was not seen from beginning to end!

"I ...... Did I succeed?"