Ye Feng walked into another small courtyard, and Fan Jian followed. In the courtyard, a black boulder is quietly erected.

"It's the 'Test Monument'!" Ye Feng asked. "Do you know how it came about?"

"Young Master Feng, the slave only knows that it is a strange stone handed down from ancient times, as long as anyone touches it, it will have a different reaction, the greater the reaction, the higher your martial arts talent......"

Ye Feng looked very excited when he faced the test tablet. He no longer paid attention to Fan Jian, and just walked straight towards the test tablet, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Before, Ye Feng had always doubted his martial arts talent, he was very inferior because he couldn't break through the primary level of quenching, and he didn't even dare to come to the test tablet to test his martial arts talent.

Until a few days ago, he miraculously broke through the initial stage of quenching, and unexpectedly defeated Wang San, Wang Gang, Ye Dong, and Fan Jian one after another - this made him regain his self-confidence, unprecedented self-confidence.

He also has to defeat the "fat woman" Zhu Ping and the "martial arts genius" Ye Fei, he believes that only he is the most powerful in the Ye family.

It's just that it's going to take time now.

He now needs to prove himself in front of Fan Jian, his martial arts talent is definitely not inferior.

Ye Feng no longer flinched, no longer questioned, he slowly stretched out his hands and steadily pushed towards the test tablet.

Fan Jian's eyes widened, he knew that he was at best a "inferior talent", and he was forced to commit to Zhu Ping before, and now he needed to find a more powerful master.

But if Ye Feng's talent is too low, he will immediately take his life and go back to flatter Zhu Ping.

However, Heaven did not give him this opportunity.

Ye Feng's palms touched the test stele, and in an instant, there was a blood-red dragon swimming up in the test stele, and the wandering world was full of swords, mountains and fires, full of demons and monsters...... This is a dragon that can do anything!

Immediately, there was a burst of lightning and thunder in the sky.

Ye Feng was shocked, he screamed and jumped away. The dragon vanished.

"Blood Dragon...... A talent like a blood dragon!omnipotent 'superior talent'!"

Fan Jian stood aside, trembling all over, and he muttered in his throat in a hoarse voice.

As if Ye Feng hadn't figured out anything, he came to the front of the test tablet again, and gently put a palm on it, another fire dragon, and another burst of lightning and thunder!

"Dragons?

He removed his palm again, unable to believe his eyes, and muttered to himself.

A drop of dragon blood merged into Ye Feng's body, changing his physique and giving him a dragon-like talent. In the eyes of Ye Feng and Fan Jian, they couldn't believe it.

But the facts are in front of them.

Fan Jian's body trembled so much that he didn't feel that his knees were weak, he knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Young Master Feng, from today on, the slave Fan Jian is one of your dogs." I will point to the east, but I will not ...... to the west."

Fan Jian shouted and kowtowed vigorously.

And Ye Feng was immersed in great joy, laughing at the sky and laughing incessantly. He seemed to see himself turning into a blood dragon, turning the world upside down in the sea of swords and fire.

Ye Feng hadn't been immersed in the dragon-like "superior talent" for too long, he suddenly looked coldly at Fan Jian who was crawling on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Director Fan, you should see my talent now, right?"

"Yes, yes - the young master's dragon-like talent, can be called a genius through the ages, in time, there will be no one in the world who is your opponent, just ......"

"It's just, am I still at the beginning of the quenching body?" Ye Feng said in one sentence.

"Zhu Ping is so powerful, she has been at the intermediate level of quenching for more than ten years!"

"So, in two months, I will defeat her!"

"Two months?"

"I need time now. ”

"Young Feng, just give me orders, I am now your dog, as long as a slave can do it, even if I go up to the knife mountain, go down to the sea of fire, and fight for my life, I will not give up. Fan Jian said with a stumbling face.

Ye Feng looked around sideways, feeling that there was nothing abnormal, so he whispered to Fan Jian: "Get up, you lean over and listen to me." ”

As if he had been ordered, Fan Jian quickly got up and leaned over towards Ye Feng. Ye Feng whispered in his ear.

After a while, Fan Jian still couldn't help but lose his voice and said, "What ......?"

He just wanted to shout, but was interrupted by Ye Feng: "With my current strength, I am far from enough to compete with the dead fat woman Zhu Ping, I can only do this." ”

Fan Jian couldn't believe his ears, in front of him, he was clearly an ignorant teenager of fourteen or fifteen, but he had unimaginable resourcefulness and strategy.

Fan Jian looked at the young master in front of him again.

Ye Feng's sculpture generally stood in the dark night, and the breeze gently blew his cyan sleeves. He slowly raised his right hand and used a move to "point the star finger", only to hear the sound of "snort", and was attacking Fan Jian's right head impartially.

Fan Jian screamed, and blood flowed out of his shoulder, and his left hand pressed tightly on his shoulder, staggering backwards.

These are just moments of what happened.

Ye Feng still stood in the dark night like a sculpture, he stared closely at Fan Jian, who was hit by himself, with an expressionless face.

Soon, Fan Jian counterattacked, he was like an angry tiger, he rushed forward two steps, jumped up, picked up his left hand and slashed at Ye Feng. Ye Feng didn't dodge, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth......

Night, fall.

In the backyard, in a spacious compound, Zhu Ping, who was obese, munched on the dinner in her hand - pig's trotters.

Director Fan stepped forward from one side with a strong body, and a maid blocked his way.

"I'm here to find Steward Zhu...... Steward Zhu...... It's me......"

He screamed weakly, his left hand pressed tightly against his right shoulder, and he looked pained.

"Let him in. Zhu Ping glanced at it and continued to nibble on the pig's trotters in her hand.

Fan Jian walked past the maid, threw himself down the corridor, and came behind Zhu Ping, panting heavily.

Zhu Ping didn't turn back.

Fan Jianqiang endured the pain in his shoulder, took out a short sword from his arms, and the blood on his hand dripped on the hilt of the short sword, and at one end of the hilt was a blood-red bead, which glowed red in the night.

"Steward Zhu, I tried my best, this is Ye Feng's sword, he won't need it anymore in the future. He cautiously handed it to Zhu Ping.

"You fought with Ye Feng, why are you still injured?"

Zhu Ping glanced at Fan Jian, and she saw the wound on Fan Jian's shoulder.

At this moment, a voice shouted in the courtyard not far away: "There is a fire-come and put out the fire--put out the fire--"

"It won't be long before the entire Ye family will know that Ye Feng caught fire due to greedy play and unfortunately died in the fire. ”

Fan Jian struggled with his right hand to point in the direction of the shout.

"Joke, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy would play with fire and set himself on fire?"

Zhu Ping threw the pig's trotters in his hand on the plate, stood up suddenly, and looked at Fan Jian suspiciously, but ignored the fire in the distance.

"Believe it or not, that's their business, anyway, Ye Feng is dead!"

"How did Ye Feng die? I want to see his body with my own eyes. ”

"I fought him, and although that kid had just broken through the initial stage of quenching, he was already very good, and his star finger even pierced my shoulder...... But he was still too immature, and died at the hands of me, and this is his object......"

Zhu Ping snatched the short sword, leaned sideways, and looked carefully under the light.

"That's right, this is what his grandfather left him, and the red orb on it is still there, so it can't be fake...... No, I'll have to see for myself. Zhu Ping said, shaking her chubby body and running to the corridor.

Zhu Ping is getting closer and closer to the small courtyard that is on fire.

"It's Young Master Feng's courtyard! It's Young Master Feng...... Young Master Feng, where are you, you can't die, Young Master Feng!"

There was a commotion in the courtyard, some people were shouting, and some were crying.

In the night, on the hillside behind the courtyard, a young man stood quietly. His eyes looked down on the fire in this manor, and the people in it. He knew that in these crowds, Zhu Ping was looking for his body.

This young man is Ye Feng, and he and Fan Jian acted in a play together. Now, the Ye family should think like this: he, the young master of the Ye family, has been buried in the fire.

Only he knew that he was just playing a trick on the golden cicada to get out of its shell.

The phoenix will only be reborn after experiencing the scorching fire. But Ye Feng is a dragon, a true dragon that turns the clouds and rain and stirs the world.