Ye Feng went to the Tibetan Gong Pavilion for only one purpose, to get the three immortal recipes of rain, thunder, and lightning.

But to Ye Feng's surprise, the elder could only stay on the third layer for an hour.

In fact, if you want to learn the three high-grade Xuan-level immortal techniques within an hour, it can be said that it is almost impossible.

But if you want to read it all over again and keep all the mantras in your heart, it is easy for Ye Feng.

When Wei Xian took the initiative to retreat to the staircase, Ye Feng immediately walked to the bookshelf without delay, found out the three immortal techniques one by one and sat on the ground, and quickly flipped through them one by one.

He was not afraid of Wei Xian spying on him, nor was he worried about arousing the suspicion of Qingyun Dao and Zhao Yin and others.

After a night of careful consideration, Ye Feng figured out that his days in the Purple Cloud Sect were over, but fortunately, the Silver Dragon Spear and the Qiushui Sword were both returned, and Yuhan and Yuyan were also sent to the Inner Sect.

He believed that Luo Lan would take good care of the two daughters, and if something really happened to them, Ye Feng felt that it was also their lives.

He can't protect Yuhan Yuyan for a lifetime, nor can he guard an inch for a lifetime.

People have to grow up after all.

All he could do was pave the steps for the second daughter.

As for whether they will travel to the nine heavens in the future or fall into the Yellow Spring of Hell, it all depends on their creation.

Time passes bit by bit.

Wei Xian, who was standing at the top of the stairs, kept staring at Ye Feng, frowning again and again from the initial indifference to this time, only he witnessed Ye Feng's changes with his own eyes.

went to see Ye Feng, at first, he could still look at the immortal arts page by page, but gradually the sword eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and as a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, the handsome and slightly evil face gradually turned white, as if he was enduring all kinds of pain.

"It's weird! He should be looking at the rain, thunder, and electric fairy tricks, why is it that the more he looks at it, the more abnormal it becomes?"

Wei Xian touched his chin, he had been under Ding Yun's sect for some years, and taking advantage of his position, as long as Ding Yun was not here, he would sneak to the third floor, and he had already memorized all the immortal arts on this layer.

It's a pity that his comprehension is too low, and two years have passed, and he has only memorized a lot of mouth-twisting mantras.

Even so, Wei Xianke had never seen anyone who would see cold sweat on his forehead and his eyes pale with fear when he looked at those three immortal arts.

"They all say he's a freak, and that's true today. But it doesn't matter, how can you make rapid progress in cultivation? What can you do if you become an elder? Next, you have to act according to the rules of the sect and obediently follow me downstairs. ”

Secretly saying in his heart, Wei Xian smiled coldly and walked towards Ye Feng.

"Elder Ye, the time has come. Coming behind Ye Feng, Wei Xian urged.

But when he went to see Ye Feng, the immortal magic cheats in his hand turned to the last leaf, and the strange thing was that he didn't put it down, as if he hadn't heard it, his whole body trembled slightly.

"Elder Ye, it's not right for you to do this. We agreed before, you will have to come downstairs with me when the time comes. Wei Xian frowned, looking at Ye Feng's back, there was a touch of disgust in his eyes.

But the second urging, Ye Feng still didn't get up.

"Elder Ye, this is excessive. Do you want to disobey the rules of the sect? Get up and come with me. ”

Wei Xian lost his patience and directly reached out to grab Ye Feng's shoulder.

However, the moment Wei Xian's right hand touched Ye Feng, Wei Xian's body trembled suddenly, and he stepped back three meters, his face turned pale in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Demon ...... Youkai, you ...... You are...... A monster. ”

Wei Xian's eyes were full of horror, and only he knew that the moment his right hand touched Ye Feng's shoulder, an extremely terrifying picture appeared in his mind.

That picture subverted Wei Xian's imagination, as if he was in a wild realm, the sky collapsed into endless purple fire, and a young man in white trembled and raised his head, looking at a giant egg that was exploding in horror.

"You see?"

Ye Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up, and the moment he turned around, his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

"You are a monster, I will tell the sect master and let him expel you from the purple ....... ”

"Lots of words!"

Ye Feng flipped his right hand, and a whirlpool formed in his palm.

In an instant, I saw the vortex in his palm spreading rapidly, and the storm formed swept through the Zanggong Pavilion, blowing this four-story attic to shake and tremble, and the top-grade Xuan-rank immortal arts on this floor were instantly shattered into chips.

"Surnamed Ye, you dare to destroy all the immortal arts in this layer? I'll go see the sect master now, and you can wait for death." Wei Xian screamed in terror, turned around and desperately climbed up the stairs.

"Ignorant people are naïve. ”

Ye Feng sneered, and when he waved his right palm, he saw the whirlpool storm heading straight for Wei Xian.

Blood splattered, flesh and bones turned into mud!

Standing in the midst of the whirlpool storm, Ye Feng glanced around, and the cold light flashed with a touch of ruthlessness.

"Qingyun Dao people, before Ye leaves, it is necessary to teach you a lesson. You can offend no one. ”

Ye Feng slowly raised his right hand again, and a vortex flashed in his palm again, and when his palms were intertwined, the two vortex storms instantly merged into one, breaking through the floor slab on the third floor and descending instantly.

The hundred-year-old Tibetan Gong Pavilion shook and collapsed in an instant, and the confetti danced in the wind, and under the stunned gaze of Wan Xiu on the square, a young man in white walked out of the ruins slowly.

He didn't go to see Wan Xiu, he jumped up and went straight to the Siguo Cave.

"Just ...... What just happened? Why did the Zanggong Pavilion collapse?"

"Damn, this ...... This is the mantra of the 'Immortal Buddha Finger' of the lower grade Xuan Rank, oh my God, could it be that all the immortal magic cheats in the sect have been reduced to scraps of paper?"

"It was Ye Feng who just walked out ......of the ruins? He destroyed the Hidden Gong Pavilion?"

"He went to Siguodong, probably because he wanted to ....... ”

......

There was a burst of exclamation in the square, and when Qingyun Dao and the five elders arrived, Wan Xiu surrounded them.

"Sect Master, Ye Feng destroyed the Hidden Gong Pavilion. ”

"Sect Master, the one surnamed Ye went to Siguo Cave, don't let him run away. ”

......

Zhao Yin, Ding Yun and the others looked at the ruins of the Zanggong Pavilion blankly, only Luo Lan sighed secretly, and there was not much surprise on his face.

"This madman, can't he leave the Purple Cloud Sect quietly, why did he want to cause such a catastrophe?" Luo Lan muttered in his heart, at this time, he was worried about Yu Han and Yu Yan, recalling the advice of Ye Feng standing in front of the window last night, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Qingyun Daoren's right hand clenched the dust, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and the eyes that looked at Si Guodong had been replaced by monstrous anger.

"Ye Feng, get out of here. ”

A roar of anger resounded in all directions.

Before the words were spoken, I saw a person walking out of the cave.

This person grabbed a Qiankun bag in his left hand and a human head in his right hand, and stood on top of Wan Xiu in the square, smiling at Qingyun Dao like a demon.

"Leaf ...... Kaede: You still killed Wu Ganglie after all. Qingyun Dao people gritted their teeth and glared angrily at Ye Feng, who was exuding a demonic aura all over his body in the sky.

"Qingyun Dao people, I gave you a fair chance, but you asked me to spare people. ”

"Leaf ...... Kaede!"

"The life and death sticker was issued by Wu Ganglie. You let me be forgiving and forgiving, Lao Tzu is not a saint. What I want, no one can keep. I want my life, no one can save it. You can't, and neither can God. ”

Ye Feng let go of his right hand, and Wu Ganglie's head fell in front of Qingyun Dao with a thud.

"Now, I'll give you another chance to choose. Let me leave safely, the Purple Cloud Sect only lost more than a thousand immortal arts and attics. If you dare to stop you, I will let your Purple Cloud Sect's blood flow like a river. ”