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There are thirteen new disciples in the outer court. And at this moment, there were as many as ten people rushing out of the courtyard.

Finding that Lin Huaiyu was missing from the crowd, Ye Feng pursed his lips lightly.

His hatred for Lin Huaiyu has long since completely dissipated with the improvement of his strength. But he found that some people's hearts did not seem to be as broad as his, and they were still jealous of what had happened that day.

Lin Huaiyu in the past may still be able to occupy some position in Ye Feng's heart. But this moment is different, with the improvement of Ye Feng's strength, Lin Huaiyu has long been unable to pose any threat to him.

Ye Feng was in front, Longwen and Lu Fei followed, and the group walked briskly towards the training ground.

Such a group of people who looked like beggars appeared in the inner courtyard, and soon attracted the attention of many disciples in the inner courtyard.

When those inner courtyard disciples found out that Ye Feng and the others were planning to go to the training ground, their expressions became extremely exciting at the same time.

"This group of guys who have been abused recently went to the training ground, are they planning to take revenge?" Almost all the inner courtyard disciples looked at Ye Feng's eyes full of pity. Some people even predicted that after a while, this group of majestic and high-spirited fellows would fall on the training ground in a terrible mess.

As Ye Feng and the others continued to march, there were more and more inner courtyard disciples watching the excitement behind them.

When they were less than a kilometer away from the training ground, the number of disciples who followed behind Ye Feng and the others had reached as many as 100, and the number was still rising rapidly.

The many inner courtyard disciples who followed behind Ye Feng and the others kept whispering and laughing at Ye Feng and the others.

In their opinion, Ye Feng and the others were really crazy. Only a madman would go into conflict with an old inner court disciple when he knew that he was invincible.

Not far ahead, there is a zone of lime at the training ground. A good believer had already reported the whereabouts of Ye Feng and the others to many disciples on the training ground.

Hearing that the newly promoted outer court disciples were heading to the training ground in groups, intending to take revenge, the group of inner court disciples who had come to the door to bully Longman and the others all flashed with Dao essence in their eyes.

New disciples are oppressed, this is the rule. None of the people present had survived step by step from the new disciples, and it was the first time they had heard that a new disciple dared to come to the venue.

In groups of three or five, on the side of the training ground where there were groups of disciples everywhere, Wei Jin and Zhao Chen, who had simply bandaged their injuries, looked coldly at the group of inner courtyard disciples who were gearing up.

Seeing that Wei Jin didn't seem to intend to convey Ye Feng's words, Zhao Chen couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"Brother Wei, don't we inform many senior brothers of Ye Feng's true cultivation?" Zhao Chen asked puzzled.

Wei Jin shook his head and smiled sinisterly: "No, why should we spread this matter, don't you want to see more people being plotted by Ye Feng?"

At the end of his sentence, Wei Jin's gaze became resentful. Behind him, Zhao Chen glanced at his bandaged thighs, and his face was also full of evil smiles.

Fifty meters in front of the training ground, Ye Feng and his party walked mightily. The team, which was originally only eleven people, has now gathered as many as two hundred. However, these people who followed were all thinking of watching jokes, and none of them planned to help Ye Feng and the others.

Seeing that Ye Feng and the others were getting closer and closer to the training ground, more than a dozen people gathered at the edge of the square projected their gazes.

It was determined that the person who came was the group of new disciples from the outer courtyard, and the tall, burly, dark-faced young man in the crowd waved his hand vigorously.

"Brothers, let's see what these newcomers are trying to do. Dahan shouted loudly.

His voice fell, and the group of inner courtyard disciples behind him immediately let out bursts of shouts and rushed forward with great momentum.

At the edge of the training ground, the young strong man stretched out his thick black arm and stopped in front of Ye Feng.

He squinted at Ye Feng and said in an extremely contemptuous tone, "Hey, little guy, where are you going?"

Ye Feng glanced at the young strong man in front of him, and was just about to speak, when Lu Fei pulled the corner of his clothes.

Lu Fei took a step forward and whispered, "Brother Ye, this person's name is Han Nu, although he is a fourth-level swordsman, he is an extremely famous hob meat in the inner courtyard. The day after we entered the inner courtyard, he was the first to bring someone to the door and forcibly extort three thousand taels of silver tickets. ”

"Three thousand taels?" Ye Feng frowned slightly. Although he already knew just now that in the past ten days, Longman and others had been extorted a total of 30,000 taels of silver tickets, but he was still slightly shocked when he heard that this guy named Han Nu had extorted 3,000 taels of silver tickets alone.

Three thousand taels of silver is by no means a small amount, and this amount of money is enough to lift a poor family out of poverty at once, and it is also enough to set up a good business in the prosperous capital.

In Ye Feng's memory, in the merchant house in his home, there was a silk shop, and the price was only a mere two thousand taels, and the guy in front of him called Han Nu took away one and a half silk shops from Longman and others at one time.

"I told Wei Jin that you should prepare the silver ticket according to double the amount of the money extorted. Han Nu, have you completed the task as I instructed?" Facing Han Nu, who was a head taller than himself and several times stronger, Ye Feng did not show the slightest fear on his face.

"You're asking me to double the extorted money?" Han laughed arrogantly.

He turned his head and glared angrily at Wei Jin, who was hiding in the corner of the square, and turned his head, and a wave of anger rose from his body.

"Boy, I don't care who you are, when you enter the inner courtyard, you have to follow the rules. I did extort money from your new disciples in the outer court, but I gave it all to my brothers. If you want money, you want a fist, I have one!" As he spoke, Han Nu suddenly swung his fist at Ye Feng without warning, and his thick arm grabbed the huge fist, swinging it out fiercely, cutting through the air and making a whining sound.

There was a muffled sound, and Han Fu's fist hit Ye Feng's chest.

Everyone behind Han Nu saw Han Nu hit Ye Feng with a move, and a trace of disdain rose on their faces at the same time.

In terms of swordsmanship, Han Nu may be a little worse. But he was born with divine power, and one punch was enough to kill a galloping horse. Han Nu's partner believed that even if Ye Feng had some strength, he would definitely be injured by Han Nu's punch.

Everyone stared at Ye Feng and laughed wantonly with contempt. However, in the blink of an eye, their smiles froze.

They were shocked to find that Han Nu's fist touched Ye Feng's body, and after making an explosion, it did not force Ye Feng back, but Han Nu's face showed a trace of pain at this moment.

"Huh" Han Nu let out a strange scream, and the muscles of his face twisted into a ball. He desperately withdrew his arm, however, even if he tried his best with all his strength, his fists and arms always seemed to be glued to Ye Feng's chest, and they didn't move at all.

Ye Feng looked at Han Nu with a smile on his face that was holding back red, and his face was full of smiles.

"This senior brother, you punched me, and now it's time for me to come back. Ye Feng said in a low voice.

After saying this, Ye Feng's right arm suddenly swung out, and his thin arm seemed to have condensed thousands of catties of strength at this moment, which seemed to be slow, but it made the air around his arm freeze.

Ye Feng's fist swung out, and Han Nu's face immediately changed color. He was good at attacking with his fists, and he clearly felt the power contained in Ye Feng's fist, and he had a hunch that the seemingly slow and weak fist was by no means something he could bear, once it hit his body, it would immediately knock him away.

There was a crisp "pop", and the sound was like a whip exploding in the void.

The voice sounded, and many people who were staring at Han Nu were shocked to find that Han Nu's body, which was two hundred pounds, flew out obliquely like a broken sandbag, and flew out for nearly ten meters before it fell to the ground with a bang.

"This ......" looked at Han Nu, who was lying on the ground and convulsed, bleeding from the corners of his lips, and Han Nu's partners were all stunned in place.

They never dreamed that Han Fu, who was known for his strength and cultivated swordsmanship, would be knocked away by brute force one day.

Thinking of the screams that came out of Han Nu's mouth when he flew upside down, Han Nu's partners were angry at the same time.

On the surface, they respect Han Nu, but in fact, they all treat Han Nu as a big brother. Now that the eldest brother has been hit hard, it is impossible for them not to take revenge. Moreover, when they thought that the person who seriously injured their eldest brother was a little-known new disciple of the outer court, the anger in their hearts became even stronger.

Almost at the same time, nearly twenty inner courtyard disciples beside Han Nu drew the long sword in their hands. More than two dozen long swords emitted a crimson brilliance against the backdrop of the setting sun, shining on everyone's faces, adding a bit of evil spirit.

"Arrogant and ignorant juniors, you will pay the price for today's recklessness. An inner courtyard disciple with a white face and beardless skin and a white practice uniform shouted loudly.

After shouting, he swung his long sword violently and stabbed straight at Ye Feng's shoulder.

In the void, the silver-white sword light was like a shocking lightning, instantly piercing the air. Seeing the thickness of the sword light, Ye Feng's eyes showed a hint of vigilance.

"A fifth-level swordsman, this guy who seems to be Han Nu's follower, is actually a fifth-level swordsman. After determining the strength of the other party, Ye Feng no longer took it lightly.

He quietly said a word to Longwen and the others, asking them to be careful of the words of those inner courtyard disciples around him, and then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword from the waist of a disciple five meters away from his side.

The sword came out of its sheath, and immediately radiated a brilliance like the cold moonlight.

As soon as this light appeared, it immediately engulfed the sword light released by the disciple, and then met the long sword stabbed by the disciple at a speed like a meteor catching the moon.

"Qiang", a crisp sound of gold and iron resounded in the void, and before the sound fell, the long sword in the disciple's hand flew out of the air, sliding in the air for more than ten meters, and then fell headfirst to the ground.

At the edge of the square, Ye Feng was holding a long sword, and the tip of the sword was firmly aimed at the swordsman's throat.

His actions fell into the eyes of the crowd around him, and immediately made everyone stunned.

Zhou Tai, the number one master in the small circle formed by Han Nu, a fifth-level peak swordsman. But such a strong man, who was quite respected by others even in the inner court, didn't even catch a single move from a disciple of the outer court, and this kind of change made everyone stunned for a while.

"A new disciple of the Outer Court, a sixth-level swordsman. At this moment, everyone's gaze at Ye Feng turned sluggish.

Among the people present, in addition to Longman, the shortest time to enter the inner courtyard was also a year. But even so, they had never heard of any genius disciple in the history of the Lishui Sword Sect who could possess the strength of a sixth-level swordsman as a new disciple.

"You, defeated!" Ye Feng looked at Zhou Tai calmly and said in a low voice.

After saying this, he glanced at the group of Zhou Tai's accomplices who were eager to try it just now, but now they were all stunned, and said coldly: "Six thousand taels of silver tickets, thank you for your patronage!"