For the people of the outside world, 6,000 taels of silver is not a small amount. But for these disciples in the inner courtyard of the Lishui Sword Sect who have a strong * and a lot of family wealth, a mere six thousand taels of silver tickets is nothing.

Although this money is not much, Han Nu and Zhou Tai can either take it, but no one is willing to do it.

Mo said that no one would be stupid enough to give up the silver ticket, even if it was for the sake of face, Han Nu and Zhou Tai would not pay the money on the spot.

Han shuddered with rage and struggled to get up from the ground. Staring at the long sword in Ye Feng's hand, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He never dreamed that there would be a sixth-level swordsman among the new disciples of the outer court. Thinking of Zhao Chen's injury, Han Nu already understood that Zhao Chen must have been injured by Ye Feng's hands.

"If you want money, you have to die, you have the ability to kill me. Facing the cold blade on his neck, Zhou Tai was afraid in his heart, but his mouth was very hard.

Ye Feng smiled, and a heavy aura suddenly rose from his body.

This anger is not pressing, but it exudes a strong coercion. At the moment when Ye Feng's anger rose, Longwen and Lu Fei, who were standing beside him, involuntarily took a step back.

Longwen and Lu Fei both knew that Ye Feng had entered the Liluo Forest, but even the two of them didn't expect that Ye Feng, who was usually not smiling, would exude such a strong murderous aura on his body when he was angry.

If it weren't for the experience of a hundred battles and the baptism of blood, a person's body would never exude such a terrifying aura.

Almost at the moment when Ye Feng's aura was steaming, everyone had a feeling that Ye Feng really dared to kill Zhou Tai.

"Do you think I won't dare to kill you?" Ye Feng said as if talking to himself.

After saying this, he suddenly raised his sword arm forward, and the sharp tip of the sword immediately cut a two-inch-long cut in Zhou Tai's snow-white neck.

Dripping blood flowed down Zhou Tai's neck, and the timid person turned his back in fright when he saw this scene. And Zhou Tai, who had just raised his head to challenge Ye Feng, turned pale in an instant.

"Although I don't want to kill, it doesn't mean that I don't dare to kill. Have you ever thought that with my talent, after killing you, I will be punished for a year and a half at most, and I will never be punished more severely. Ye Feng's voice was so low that only he and Zhou Tai could hear it.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Zhou Tai's already pale face lost the last trace of blood.

Yes, Ye Feng was just a newly promoted disciple of the outer court, and with his status, the slightest misconduct in the inner court would be severely punished. However, in addition to being a new disciple of the outer court, he was also a sixth-level swordsman.

That's a sixth-level swordsman, looking at the inner courtyard, there will be no more than two hundred such people. And Ye Feng, as a newly promoted disciple of the outer court, has the strength of a sixth-level swordsman, which is enough to make the sect master and the major elders look at him differently.

Pure is reasonable, and it has its own unique value. But Zhou Tai understood that in terms of value and development potential, he, a disciple of the inner court with three years of seniority, could not compare with Ye Feng at all. If things make a big fuss, the sect would rather sacrifice him than offend Ye Feng, a person of greater value.

Thinking of all kinds of possibilities, Zhou Tai couldn't help but look like ashes, and the little courage and pride he had left collapsed in an instant.

Looking at Ye Feng in a panic, he snorted and said, "I'll give you money." ”

Zhou Tai's trembling action of taking out the silver ticket from his chest pocket made Han Nu, who was standing not far away, stand in place.

Although Han Nu was very ashamed of Zhou Tai's timidity, he couldn't say anything when he thought of Zhou Tai's current situation.

The Lishui Sword Sect has always respected the strong, and Ye Feng's performance has made Han Nu completely desperate.

The noisy training ground became dead silent at this moment. Originally, some inner court disciples who were eager to try and wanted to beat Longman and others were all pinched in a cold sweat in their palms.

Sixth-level swordsman, this is by no means an existence that they can compete with. Unless it is the top 100 masters in the inner court who can rarely show up in person, their group of inner court disciples will be considered to be planted this time.

On the periphery of the training ground, the sound of hurried footsteps alarmed the sluggish crowd.

Everyone turned around and saw the comer, and they all subconsciously retreated to the sides to make way for the comer.

Entering the crowd was a group of young people wearing dark purple swordsman costumes, different from Han Nu and the others' chaotic costumes, this group of people was not only wearing exactly the same clothes, but even the long swords they wore were as if they were carved out of a mold.

There were more than 20 people who came, and the leader was a handsome young man with a moderate figure, an angular facial contour, and a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars.

Seeing Zhou Tai trembling and taking out the silver ticket from his pocket, a cold glint flashed in the man's eyes.

"I've just been to the new disciple station, and I'm still wondering where you new disciples are hiding? I really didn't expect that you would be so bold as to dare to go to the training ground to make trouble. The man said calmly.

Suddenly, his face turned cold, he waved his hand violently, and shouted loudly: "Come on, surround this group of new disciples." I want to see how bold they are to rob the old Inner Court disciples. ”

The man's voice fell, and the twenty or so swordsmen beside him immediately dispersed, surrounding Ye Feng and Longwen in the center.

Seeing that he was surrounded by people, a ruthless color flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He had long known that defeating Han Nu and Zhou Tai was not enough to deter the other Inner Court disciples. Now, the appearance of this obviously well-known man in front of him just allowed him to find an opponent with enough weight.

"Do you dare to fight them?" Ye Feng asked, glancing at the purple-shirted swordsmen who surrounded them.

Longwen nodded, and a sense of arrogance rose from his body. As a person who has been entrenched in the throne of the number one master in the outer court for five years, the arrogance in Longwen's heart is no worse than anyone else's.

Ye Feng's behavior of defeating Han Nu and Zhou Tai in two moves just now had already made his blood boil.

Now that he heard Ye Feng's question, he immediately geared up, and he couldn't wait to fight someone immediately.

Not only did Longwen nod firmly, but Lu Fei, Pu Yuan, and Lei Ming all nodded vigorously.

Although they knew that the purple-shirted man in front of them was a sixth-level peak swordsman ranked nearly one hundred in the inner courtyard, and the group of purple-shirted swordsmen beside him were all above the fourth-level level, but they didn't have any fear in their hearts.

In the past ten days, they have had enough of bullying, and what they want to do from the bottom of their hearts is to fight against this group of bullying people to the end.

Seeing that everyone was high-spirited, Ye Feng smiled slightly. He lowered his voice and said, "Listen, everyone, your biggest advantage now is that you are about to participate in the trial competition, and the disciples of the inner court dare not hurt you. It's no problem if you can't beat them, you can fight them hard, no matter how strong they are, it will be difficult to win when the time comes. ”

Ye Feng's voice fell, and everyone in Longman smiled knowingly. Without waiting for Ye Feng's orders, everyone waved their long swords one after another to meet the group of purple-shirted swordsmen who surrounded them.

The Purple Shirt Hall is a small group privately established by the disciples of the Inner Court of the Lishui Sword Sect. The reputation of this group among the many small circles in the inner courtyard is not very high, but the members of the hall are all masters whose strength is the weakest level of fourth-level swordsmen.

On weekdays, only the disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall oppressed others, but no one dared to fight against them. So much so that in the long run, wherever the disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall passed, those disciples who were not covered by any power would all take a detour.

At this moment, Longwen and the others rushed forward with their long swords, which couldn't help but make the disciples who were watching the excitement around them stunned for a while. On the one hand, they were looking forward to teaching the disciples of the outer courtyard a lesson, but on the other hand, they were looking forward to the flying and domineering Purple Shirt Hall in exchange for a lesson, so as to restrain their behavior.

As soon as everyone fought, the crowd around them quickly retreated.

In the entire training ground, only two dozen disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall could be seen confronting the ragged Longman people.

Longman everyone, the strongest is only a second-level swordsman, but more are all first-level swordsmen or fifth-level swordsmen. With their strength, if they want to fight against a fourth-level swordsman, it is no different from sending them to death.

However, it is such an extremely vulnerable group, but at this moment it has played its own momentum and fought for courage.

Whenever the long sword in the hands of the disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall stabbed in, Longwen and the others would show a narrow smile on their faces. In the face of the blade, instead of dodging, they deliberately met their bodies.

Their act of sending them to death fell in the eyes of the disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall, and they immediately made their hearts tremble, and they had to withdraw the long sword in their hands.

Just like Ye Feng's analysis, they dared to bully the new disciples, but they didn't dare to hurt people. When Ye Feng and the others did not enter the inner courtyard from the outer courtyard, all the inner courtyard disciples received an order from the Elder Hall, prohibiting them from seriously injuring the new outer courtyard disciples.

In the Lishui Sword Sect, the Hall of Elders represents a monstrous power. Although it was only a password, it made many inner court disciples dare not trespass.

Originally, they thought that beating the new disciples down would be enough to scare this group of newcomers, but they never thought that this group of newcomers would all be outlaws who did not want to die, and all the methods they used were desperate to fight.

One side worked hard, and the other side did not dare to hurt people, which made the disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall afraid when fighting, and made Longman and the others even more unscrupulous.

On the edge of the training ground, Longman let out a wild laugh as he faced the siege of two Purple Shirt Hall disciples.

Seeing a disciple stabbing with a sword, he immediately stepped forward with his body. Seeing that the other party was so frightened that he immediately retracted the long sword in his hand, he quickly lost no time in stabbing the blade of the sword in his hand.

The "poof" sword blade pierced the shoulders of the disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall who were unable to regain momentum. The disciple let out a wail, and his body took several steps backwards in succession, before he stabilized his steps and stood in place.

After standing still, the disciple had lost the courage to attack. He covered his bleeding shoulder with his hand, and looked at Longwen, who was still facing the blade with his body, in annoyance, trembling all over.

"Despicable, indecent, shameless!" At the same time, all the disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall had this thought in their hearts.

Just like the disciple who was defeated with a sword in his shoulder, just during the tea time, nearly ten disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall were physically injured and were forced to leave the battlefield.

Neither of them has any advantage in two or one, let alone one-on-one. Another half-pillar of incense time passed, and only three disciples of the Purple Shirt Hall were left uninjured.

But even if the three men were not injured, the situation was not much better. In the face of the fierce attack of Longman and the others, they did not dare to dance the long sword at all, they could only see the moves, and relied on the sword to defend themselves.

The scene that happened on the training ground made many disciples on the spot stunned.

It's the first time they've seen such a lewd style of play in so many years.

But this kind of obscene and obscene style of play was vividly played by the Longman people, so that this group of inner court disciples didn't know how to describe the Longman people at this moment for a while.