Ye Feng was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, he took the sword and said in surprise: "This is ..... Where did you get this from?"

The short and fat boy looked at his happy appearance, and his heart was also overjoyed, and he said truthfully: "Oh, it was given to me by my father-in-law, and he said that this sword will be disposed of by me, as long as I return his three thousand golden barbarian heads in the future!"

Ye Feng was stunned, raised his head and stared at the speaker for a moment, and said softly, "Thank you."

The horn hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head, grinning.

After a moment of silence, the horn glanced sideways at the back basket behind Ye Feng, bit his lip, and asked cautiously, "Are you going to go to the Jin Kingdom by yourself?"

"Hmm..."

Ye Feng nodded, a little afraid to look at the horn's eyes.

Along the way, Ye Feng has also regarded the horn as his brother. It's a pity that the martial arts pursued by the two are different, and they are destined to not be able to walk together, and with the character of the horn, the current environment is more suitable for his cultivation.

After another moment of silence, the short and fat boy raised his hand and scratched his cheeks, shook his head and said, "Go, I'll send you!"

"Hmm. ”

The thin boy bowed slightly, and his eyes were slightly red.

All the way to the north pass of Ziwu Pass, Ye Feng and the horn stopped together.

The two teenagers stood side by side under the towering Ziwuguan city wall, squinting their eyes and looking into the distance, neither of them saying a word.

After a long time, the horn was the first to break the silence, he turned his head to look at the young man Ye Feng, and asked with a grin, "When will you come back?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said softly, "I don't know, but I will definitely come back to see you." ”

"Hmm!"

The horn nodded his head vigorously, raised his fist, and said angrily: "Whoever dares to bully, you will come back to me, and I will blow his head with one punch!"

After speaking, he raised his hand very rudely and wiped his nose.

Ye Feng smiled, very happily.

He raised his sleeves, waved his hand at the horn, turned around and strode towards the northernmost part of the Great Song Kingdom.

On the official road of the grassland, a gust of wind rolled up a large area of snow and flying sand.

In the haze, a thin young man in an old jacket walked on the snow with a basket on his back.

On the back basket, there is also a dirty sugar man.

Under the city wall, a stupid young man with a fat body looked stupidly at the white official road in front of him, laughing silently, laughing almost out of breath, but tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes.

On the tower of the city gate, Qin Wuyang, a fierce general, frowned at Zhuo Qi on the side, and asked suspiciously: "Father-in-law, why do you insist on letting the seventh brother give him the sword instead of yourself?"

General Huwei, with gray temples, raised his right hand, looked at the grassland in the distance, was silent for a long time, and slowly spoke: "This son is definitely not a thing in the pool, at that time, maybe only the horn will move him..."

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Out of Ziwu Pass, Ye Feng walked all the way along the official road and walked on the endless grassland.

Although it was spring, it was still full of hard snow and cold winds.

Raising his arm to resist the cold wind, the young man squinted his eyes and looked at the road ahead, muttering in his heart: "The front is the Urgan steppe, and I don't know if I can find someone before dark." ”

After walking for about two hours, he still couldn't find a place to smoke, looking at the sun gradually slanting westward, Ye Feng had to find a low forest nearby to settle down.

The wind in the woods, which was noticeably much lighter than outside, sought an open place, and the boy picked up some damp dead branches, and took trouble to make a fire in Baal.

He took out the bacon prepared for himself from the back basket, put it on the fire and heated it, swallowed the leaf maple grass grass into his stomach in a few bites, and then began to meditate and practice a small meditation technique.

Zi Wuguan's various experiences have greatly improved Ye Feng's mood and understanding, and his own qi cultivation has also reached the peak of the Four Realms, and there is only one opportunity left to break through the Four Realms and step into the Five Realms.

At that time, he will be able to cultivate the third level of the Little Meditation Technique.

An hour later, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Feeling the abundant energy flowing around his limbs, the young man couldn't help but nod secretly, "The little meditation trick of cold and warmth, I'm afraid it already belongs to the top-grade mental method, every time I practice, I feel that the qi in my body is much purer again!"

Retracting his thoughts, Ye Feng carefully untied the strip of cloth wrapped around the Divine Soldier Xuanjiao, gently wiped the scabbard with his sleeve, stood up, and pulled out the sword.

In the cold wind, the young man held a divine weapon in his hand, his eyes closed, and the whole person was like an out-of-body sword.

After standing for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and muttered to himself in a foggy look: "Kenshin, what is it?"

As he spoke, he stabbed his sword to his side.

On the tip of the sword, there is a withered leaf as thin as a cicada's wing.

Without practicing the sword move "Shocking Hong", Ye Feng put Xuanjiao back into the scabbard, and continued to practice drawing and closing the sword, he was feeling the touch brought by the sword every time it was unsheathed and put into the sheath.

"Since you can't find your sword heart now, let's practice drawing the sword 10,000 times first, if 10,000 doesn't work, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000!"

Ye Feng secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Once, twice, three times, thirty times.

Ye Feng kept drawing his sword and retracting it, and his feet did not move, as steady as a rock.

In the woods, there seemed to be no other sound, only the low sound of the sword unsheathed.

When he drew his sword for the 1871st time, Ye Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in the dantian, and the whole person was instantly struck by lightning, all the limbs and bones lost their strength, and their bodies could no longer move for half a minute.

After twenty breaths, the young man's forehead oozed sweat, and the corners of his mouth trembled uncontrollably due to pain.

Just when Ye Feng felt that he was about to lose his ability to hold it and was about to faint in pain, the pain in his dantian, but without warning, disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterward, his Qi cultivation suddenly began to skyrocket, instantly breaking through the Four Realms and directly entering the middle of the Five Realms.

"Whew~"

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, frowning and thinking about Fang Cai's strange experience.

It's a pity that Ye Feng has never apprenticed, and there is really no one who can help him answer the doubts in his heart.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, this is the truth that the young man has always believed in, adjust his state, Ye Feng began to concentrate on meditation, and cultivated the third layer of the mind method of the small meditation technique.

After another hour, Ye Feng opened his eyes with excitement.

This little meditation trick left to him by cold and warm is really unpredictable, and the skill brought by the third layer of the mental method is actually "teleportation", which can move a distance of 100 steps in an instant.

However, the disadvantage is that it can only be used twice at most within 12 hours, and then it can only be reset after meditating.

Even so, Ye Feng was still very happy.

"This teleportation not only gives me more chances to save my life when I encounter a strong enemy, but if I cooperate with a good sword move, I can also take the enemy by surprise!"

Ye Feng secretly thought about the wonderful use of teleportation, and he also had more confidence in his future experience.

After calming down his joyful mood, Ye Feng rewrapped the sword Xuanjiao, covered the ingots in the back basket with a piece of cotton wool, and finally leaned against the trunk next to the fire and fell asleep.

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The Urgan grassland, located between the Great Song Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom, stretches for thousands of miles and has fertile land.

Because it is located between the borders of the two countries, few people will set foot here, and the long-term inaccessibility has also made this grassland a paradise for steppe wolves.

And the most ferocious of the steppe wolves is the bloodthirsty wolf clan.

The next day, at dawn, Ye Feng finished practicing Fuhu Fist and set foot on the journey again.

After walking for half a day, he finally set foot on the Urgan steppe.

Looking at the Jin Kingdom City that was faintly visible in the distance, Ye Feng's steps under his feet became more firm.

After walking more than a hundred steps, Ye Feng suddenly stopped, took off the back basket, and put it on the ground.

He stared coldly ahead, and slowly untied the cloth belt wrapped around Xuanjiao.

It's not that he feels any danger again, but he really sees it.

I saw that on the grassland dozens of feet away in front of me, a tall wolf pack of black pressure was rushing, and the rush of the wolves brought up a large piece of dust on the grassland.

Before leaving, Ye Feng had already learned about the situation in the Urgan grassland, so he knew that it was not an ordinary vicious wolf that came, but a bloodthirsty wolf pack with a fierce temperament.

However, what was strange was that when this group of wolves reached a place ten zhang away from Ye Feng, they stopped, and they didn't seem to have any intention of attacking Ye Feng.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and the dense wolf pack suddenly slowly cracked a passage from the middle, and then a tall bloodthirsty wolf walked out of it.

And on the back of the evil wolf, there was the white-haired old man who escaped from Yeyun Mountain.

The old man, who was already lame, was lying on the back of the wolf, squinting his cloudy eyes, looking at Ye Feng, his eyes full of resentment.

Looking at the old man opposite, the young man's delicate face did not have any expression, but his eyes became even colder, like nine cold ice.

Thinking about it, in fact, Ye Feng had never provoked this old man at all, but he was not only bitten through the shoulder blade by it, but even almost died in the wolf's belly.

The two sides can be described as enemies when they meet, and they are very red!

After a few breaths of stalemate, with the howl of the tall bloodthirsty wolf, the bloodthirsty wolves rushed towards Ye Feng with black pressure.

Without half a minute of hesitation, Ye Feng immediately raised his true qi and swept out directly with a move.

The sword 'Xuanjiao' accompanied by a silver light, throwing out a gray-white turbid sword qi and slashing towards the wolves.

This sword qi rushed forward five zhang in full, and all the bloodthirsty wolves in its path were split in half, slaughtering nearly one-third of the wolves in one move.

This is not only because Ye Feng's qi cultivation has improved, but also because his current state of mind has also improved a lot compared to the original state of mind at the foot of Yeyun Mountain.

What's more, the sword Xuanjiao that Ye Feng held in his hand was indeed a well-deserved divine blade for these evil wolves.

Looking at Ye Feng, who was in the center of the wolf pack, the momentum was amazing, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes, the progress of the young man in front of him made it, a fierce beast that had lived for hundreds of years, a little stunned.

In the last fight, Ye Feng could only sweep out the sword qi at most three zhang, but now he can not only sweep out five zhang, but also directly cut off the bloodthirsty evil wolf that is several times stronger than the gray-backed wolf.

However, this also made Lao Yi secretly make up his mind, no matter what, he must kill the young man in front of him today, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Looking at the cold sword in the young man's hand, the old man could conclude that the problem must be with the sword, and it suddenly had a plan in his heart.