Chapter 22

However, this time, Ye Feng discovered something extraordinary about the old man.

The last time, Ye Feng had just entered the first level of the True Martial Realm and could not sense anything.

But this time, not only had Ye Feng stepped into the Spirit Martial Realm, but his perception had also been greatly enhanced by the golden divine pill in his brain.

In an instant, he sensed a natural sword aura emanating from the old man in the gray robe who was sleeping, faintly visible.

This sword aura was astonishing, spreading through his breathing, surrounding the old man, and even Ye Feng could hear the faint sound of swords in the air.

"Breathing and exhaling, the air forms a sword aura."

Ye Feng's eyes flickered.

What a shocking realm must this be?

Ye Feng reached out to try to capture the flowing sword aura around the old man, sensing that it could greatly benefit his understanding of swordsmanship.

However, Ye Feng only managed to grab three special sword auras before they dissipated in his palm.

"These sword auras are too scattered, they are of no use."

At some point, the old man in the gray robe woke up, sitting there with his aged eyes fixed on Ye Feng, a hint of surprise in his gaze. "Ye Feng, in just over half a month, you've completely transformed."

Clearly, the old man was not only praising Ye Feng's rapid cultivation but also saw through the vast and deep energy in his body.

Ye Feng knew that this old man in the gray robe was absolutely extraordinary and had done him a favor. He bowed and said, "Senior, I came this time to seek your guidance on some aspects of swordsmanship I don't understand."

The old man seemed interested and suddenly stood up, pulling Ye Feng out of the ancestral hall and heading in a certain direction. "Come, I haven't moved my body for a long time. It's just right for you to practice with me, Ye Feng."

Seeing the old man's enthusiastic demeanor, Ye Feng couldn't help but twitch his lips. This strange old man was really quite idle.

However, Ye Feng also had some doubts. The old man was so extraordinary and must be very powerful, yet he spent his days sleeping in the ancestral hall.

Moreover, no one on the way recognized the old man, thinking he was just an ordinary old man who watched the gate of the family.

Not understanding, he didn't dwell on it. Ye Feng wouldn't waste time on such matters.

Soon, the two arrived at a large training ground in the center of the family.

The old man finally let go of Ye Feng and took a very ordinary wooden sword from the weapon rack beside the training ground, pointing it at Ye Feng. "Come, draw your sword and attack me."

"Old man, are you sure you want to use a wooden sword?" Ye Feng's eyes widened, uncertain.

Although he knew this strange old man was extraordinary and might be a swordsmanship expert, using a wooden sword that could easily break to fight him, Ye Feng was afraid he might hurt the old man.

The old man laughed loudly. "Ha ha ha, brat, I didn't expect you to be so respectful to the elderly. Don't worry, even if you practice for another ten or eight years, you won't hurt me."

"Those are your words."

Hearing the old man's words, Ye Feng relaxed.

"Clang!"

The long sword was drawn, and Ye Feng, holding the rusted sword in his hand, stepped on the ground and instantly rushed toward the old man.

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This old man was so arrogant, Ye Feng was ready to give him a lesson.

This old man probably didn't know that he had already mastered three sets of Yellow-level sword techniques at the perfect level.

A wooden sword, trying to block him, was quite a challenge.

"Technique of the Bright Moon!"

In an instant, Ye Feng's eyes flashed like lightning, and he swiftly drew his sword, a cold sword light accompanied by the phenomenon of the bright moon, instantly shooting into the sky.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

This sword light, in the sky, split into thousands of sword lights, like a rain of light covering the sky, instantly stabbing toward the old man in the gray robe.

"Perfect Technique of the Bright Moon? Ha ha ha, Ye Feng, not bad, not bad at all!"

The old man laughed loudly, his tone without a hint of panic.

The old man's body was thin, holding a wooden sword in one hand, standing there, looking very ordinary, even with a sense of decay and weariness.

But at this moment, he faced the thousands of sword lights pouring down from the sky and suddenly moved.

"Clang!"

In an instant, the old man's wooden sword sharply pointed upward, a heart-stirring aura and a sharp sword momentum suddenly burst from his body.

At this moment, the old man no longer looked like a withered old man but a mighty and heroic supreme expert!

"Ye Feng, you came to seek guidance on swordsmanship, right? Watch carefully, I will only use one sword, and how much you can learn is up to you!"

The old man suddenly spoke, each word like the ringing of a divine sword.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the old man finally used his sword, a powerful and boundless sword momentum, vast and endless, yet filled with a tyrannical and sharp momentum, slicing through the sky, turning the sword rain into nothingness.

This sword was so terrifying, subtly linking with the great momentum of heaven and earth, like a sword that split the heavens, the black light tearing through the sky, making the sun in the sky flicker.

Although these were just illusions, there was no doubt that this sword was incredibly terrifying!

"The ultimate of swordsmanship is not brilliance but that ultimate sharpness, that tyrannical will to split the heavens and earth!"

The old man sheathed his sword, his resounding voice echoing in the training ground.

At this moment, the sun in the sky returned to its usual brightness, and the shocking sword momentum disappeared.

It seemed as if nothing had happened, and everything returned to peace.

But at this moment, Ye Feng, holding the rusted sword, stood there, motionless, his eyes filled with endless shock.

In that instant, Ye Feng felt that facing the old man's sword was like an ant looking up at a giant swinging a great sword, splitting mountains and rivers.

It was a shocking sword!

The sharpness of that sword!

The tyranny of that sword!

The overwhelming momentum of that sword!

All of these brought Ye Feng a great mental shock.

Ye Feng didn't want to waste any time and didn't speak to the old man, directly sitting cross-legged on the ground, his mind frantically recalling that shocking sword, wanting to engrave it in his memory and ponder it in the future.

This shocking sword was a great treasure that the old man in the gray robe had given to Ye Feng!