An hour later the crowd dispersed. The three of them left together, Yi Feng looked at Qin Yue'e's back behind him, feeling that this woman always had an inexplicable sorrow, and wanted to abandon it, but it was not so easy. His sneaky appearance is spotted by Redsleeves, who asks:

Yi Feng, what are you doing with a broken stone sword on your back all day long? People who don't know still think that you are a disciple of Sword Flow?

Yifeng Road:

Hehe, he's more important than my life.

Yue'e quipped:

If one day you were to exchange it for the life of your sister in the red sleeves, would you be willing?

Yi Feng didn't know how to answer, which made him and Red Sleeves very embarrassed.

Yue'e said again:

There are so many men in the world, in vain my sister is still begging Elder Huang of Dan Pharmacy to take more care of you. My sister is not afraid, and there is my sister.

Seeing that her words were cold and hot, the red sleeves couldn't cry, she couldn't laugh, she was really blushing, she couldn't be irritable, she stomped her little feet and pretended to be angry and left, Qin Yue'e chased after her and coaxed her. Yi Feng was left scratching his head in place, not knowing what kind of anger Senior Sister Red Sleeves had. He returned to the Dan Pharmacy and saw that Elder Huang was already waiting for him. Elder Huang said:

You and Red Sleeves are a little friend, you should have told me earlier, here are five Qi Cultivation Pills and forty spirit stones, you can take it, you don't have to tell me if you come and go freely in the future.

Yi Feng returned to his Bailu Yuanshe, stared at the beige Qi Cultivation Pill for a long time, and swallowed it reluctantly, sometimes others said that he was stupid, he didn't refute it, but he didn't think so in his heart, but now he felt that others' evaluation of him was pertinent, he swallowed five Qi Cultivation Pills in one go, the dantian hurt as if it was about to burst, and his body was hot and red, he wanted to find a place to dissipate the medicinal power in his body, so he flew straight out, in the woods in the back mountain, picked up the stone sword behind him, and recalled "Nine Swords of the World" in his mind The moves, the ninety-nine-eighty-one style danced countless times at will, more and more smooth, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the aura is flying, the sky and the earth, the left and the right, the line is like the slush claw, the body is like the head of the dragon to see the tail hidden, the straight hit of the stone jumping ground cracked, the tree fell and the forest was destroyed.

This is not enough, the medicinal power has not yet been exhausted, and suddenly he found that a flash of inspiration flashed on his body, and he broke through, and advanced to the middle of the qi training period, and his cultivation was still rising, and he was in a hurry to come, and the stone sword danced faster.

Soon after, two yellow lights flashed in the sky, and two monks, an old man and a young man, flew in, the old monk's face was like the word "country", long eyebrows and eyes, wide forehead and high eyebrow bones, wide mouth and straight nose bridge, wearing a flat crown, wearing a goose yellow satin robe, covered with an ancestral robe with big red wrinkled yarn inlaid with gold thread, red monk shoes on his feet, and wide white socks. The young man had a good appearance, with clear eyebrows, a bald head and big eyes, wearing a goose-yellow robe, and holding a vajra demon pestle.

The old monk is the Jingkong Zen master of the Golden Cicada Temple, he came to the ancient sword gate to participate in the feast of ten thousand swords, just arrived in front of the ancient sword gate of the Dharma protector array, vaguely saw the Buddha statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the west appeared, and then came to the back mountain, unexpectedly saw Yi Feng go mad.

Yi Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed his sword at them and asked:

Why did you come to the mountain behind the ancient sword gate?

Zen Master Jingkong said:

Amitabha, the one who preaches the Dharma, can't go anywhere.

Yi Feng said wildly:

This is the jurisdiction of the Ancient Sword Gate, and I can't let you come.

Zen Master Jingkong said to the disciples around him:

Pear tree, subdue this madness for me.

Yi Feng laughed:

What a strange name, haha.

Zen Master Jingkong said:

Anyone who disturbs the preaching of the Dharma, and if anyone violates it, his head is torn into seven parts, like a pear tree.

He didn't finish speaking, only to see the monk called A Lishu inserted the King Kong Demon Pestle in his hand on the ground, flew empty-handed, Shaolin fist will come out, only to see him on the golden dragon probe claw straight to lock the neck and throat, the next hand of the tiger out of the mountains and forests, the left hit the yellow warbler circle palm, the right hit the monkey to offer a peach, the body is as light as a swallow, advance and retreat like an ape, and Yi Feng fought for fifty rounds, Yi Feng smashed the yellow dragon with a move, did not stab the vital point, the sword went sideways, and turned his hand to break the cloth on the chest of A Lishu.

Ah Lishu retreated, pulled up the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle on the ground and fought with Yi Feng again. At this time, two more people flew in, and these two Yi Feng had seen them, they were Dongchen of Jianliu and his master Xisu. Xisu landed and said to the Jingkong Zen Master:

Don't come unharmed, I don't know how to develop a habit of aggressiveness.

Jingkong smiled:

Fellow Daoist can't see that this little friend has gone mad? I will subdue him so that I can help him survive this catastrophe.

The two of them were silent and looked at Yi Feng and Ah Lishu, who were in a ball in front of them.

The sound of fighting and spiritual light scattered in the sky, attracting countless fellow disciples to watch, and the red sleeves said to Yue'e:

This mad man is so angry, looking at the clothes that should be a disciple of my Ancient Sword Sect, why can't I recognize who it is?

Song Jia, Ma Xiaoqian, and Li Yunlu in the crowd looked at it for a long time and exclaimed:

It's the big brother, it's the big brother Yifeng.

So, the three of them clapped their hands.

Red Sleeves took a serious look, and sure enough, it was Yi Feng, why did he go crazy?

She flew away in a hurry, trying to stop them, at this time, another person also flew away, this person was Dongchen of the sword flow, he saw them fighting so happily, especially Yi Feng used the sword, it was simply superb, how could anyone be more skilled in using a sword than the people of their sword flow? He wanted to go up, replace the pear tree, and break Yi Feng's arrogance.

Yi Feng himself didn't know that he had gone mad, where could he still identify Senior Sister Red Sleeves, he saw with red eyes that someone was going to help this monk and hurt himself. He violently used his divine sense to attack the three of them, the pear tree was fixed in mid-air, the sword flow Dongchen's consciousness became blurred, and the red sleeves were defenseless and suddenly looked like a bird that had been hit by an arrow and was about to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, the head master ancestor Wuya arrived, caught the red sleeves in mid-air, turned around and threw the long sleeves at Yi Feng, Yi Feng seemed to be hit by a fierce blow, and fell straight to the ground, he raised his head and gasped, trying to condense the small fireball technique in his palm, and threw it towards Wuya, but his dantian qi sea was almost scarce, and the small fireball was dissipated halfway, and he fell down exhausted, unconscious.

Wuya did some persuasion from Ning Ren, and the disciples of the same sect dispersed, and said hello to Xisu and Jingkong and asked the disciples to arrange for them to stay in the Yingbin Pavilion, and then asked Elder Duan of the Punishment Hall to take away the unconscious Yi Feng, and before leaving, he stared fiercely at the panicked Dan Pharmacy Elder Huang behind him.