Chapter 153 Ancient Palace Token

The scabbard of the short sword shone with a faint light. Just looking at this scabbard, Ye Feng, who had just learned the inscriptions, noticed something unusual. Thinking Rabbit

He grabbed the hilt with one hand and slowly pulled out the short sword an inch.

Suddenly, a frightening throbbing radiated out, and the air seemed to condense in an instant. Even as the owner of this sword at the moment, Ye Feng was somewhat unable to withstand the sharp breath exuded from the short one-inch sword body.

Swoosh...

He quickly put the short sword back into the sheath.

Ye Feng could not guess the grade of such a rare treasure, but one thing was clear, this short sword was definitely many times stronger than the supreme spiritual weapon Dragon Tooth Sword in the hands of the third prince.

This thing is extraordinary.

Sword intent... comes from this?

Pulling out the short sword a little bit again, Ye Feng felt it and nodded slightly. Then he took a deep breath, called the Eternal Evergreen Vein, and slowly tried to absorb the terrifying breath stimulated by the short sword into his body bit by bit.

The palm of his hand holding the dagger seemed to be wrapped with a dazzling light.

The dagger was not a weapon that Ye Feng was comfortable with.

And after all, it was just an external object. Not to mention whether other warriors would spy on him when he took out the dagger, if it was confiscated by the county according to the rules of spoils of war, he would lose a lot.

Moreover, if it was stored in the sword body, it would only go out but not in, and it would soon be consumed. It is far better to refine this sword intent, integrate it into oneself, and condense the real power of artistic conception.

A cold breath entered the body through the ancient evergreen vein.

Ye Feng sat down cross-legged on the ground and tried his best to refine this sharp breath.

As this breath was smelted, the trace of Qinglong sword intent that Ye Feng absorbed from the Qinglong sword pendant suddenly rushed out from nowhere.

Ye Feng felt that there was a green dragon as thick as a finger running in his meridians, swallowing the absorbed "sword intent" power into the dragon's mouth one mouthful at a time.

Afterwards, the slightly turbid dragon body of the green dragon slowly became more crystal clear.

And Ye Feng's body gradually exuded a sharp breath.

Enough to cut off the breath of nothingness.

Time passed slowly.

An hour later, a surge of momentum swept across dozens of meters with Ye Feng as the center, hitting the surrounding buildings, including the large stone pillars on the side that were as thick as three people hugging, and the stone chips flew.

After a while, this momentum converged and disappeared without a trace.

Ye Feng opened his eyes with a faint smile on his face. He finally realized a trace of artistic conception.

Of course, it was not the sword intention, but the will power similar to the martial arts fist intention.

Although it was only a trace of the artistic conception power that had just been realized, the lethality just revealed was far beyond the true qi of the acquired warriors, and even the seven "Qian Yuan Qi Jin" that Ye Feng had always relied on could not match it.

Ye Feng felt that this power was completely comparable to the heaven and earth Yuanli stimulated by the innate masters.

Now, Ye Feng can be said to have the ability to kill Xiantian.

He has not yet comprehended the power of artistic conception. Although he can barely resist the attack of Xiantian martial artists, he cannot defeat them, let alone kill them.

But after comprehending the power of artistic conception, Ye Feng has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It can be said that Ye Feng can basically run rampant in this secret realm.

Even if he encounters great masters on the Yellow List such as Gui Shenzi and Lu Yuanhong, he is not afraid at all.

"I hope that the people around Feiyun Sect and Hua Tianli will not come to provoke me, otherwise, I, Ye Feng, don't mind killing people and making a river of blood!"

Suddenly standing up, Ye Feng's eyes showed strong confidence.

Huh!

A breath like an arrow came out of his mouth, and Ye Feng slowly stood up. His body shook, and he suppressed the domineering will that emanated, making it difficult for outsiders to detect.

Afterwards, he took out the token that had been put into the storage ring. Touching the token made of unknown material, Ye Feng looked into the secret realm, and his thoughts became full of imagination...

While Ye Feng was painstakingly refining the power of artistic conception, the number of people outside the palace was slowly increasing. Soon, there were almost dozens of people gathered.

These dozens of people can be roughly divided into three camps.

The smaller party was naturally the disciples of Chaoyuan Sect. At this time, there were already seven of them. In addition to the original Bei Qingman, Yan Ruqin and Chen Lei, there were five young warriors at this moment. One of them exuded an extremely strong aura, and his face was somewhat similar to Bei Qingman. He was tall and steady, and the heavy sword hanging on his back was one inch wider and one foot longer than the ordinary long sword. He was the eldest brother of Chaoyuan Sect, Bei Haiming, who ranked eleventh on the Yellow List.

There were also more than a dozen disciples from the four major families and three major sects.

As for the other twenty or so people, they were all warriors from the county below. They were obviously more humble and observed the situation on the field from the outermost periphery.

"Bei Haiming, you Chao Yuanzong are really overbearing. You actually forcibly prevented us from entering. Do you really want to fight against so many of us alone?"

A young man with a long sword on his shoulder stood in front of the palace and pointed at Bei Haiming who was blocking their way and shouted.

This man was named Lu Pobai, ranked tenth on the Yellow List, and was the strongest master of Liehuomen except Gui Shenzi.

"I advise Brother Lu to leave. This palace has not yet opened. Now no one can pass the illusion array outside, and for this palace, we Chao Yuanzong must get it!" Bei Haiming frowned, his chest straightened, and his reply was also very firm.

"Bullshit, someone has seen other warriors go in, why are you still here delaying us?"

Wow!

A spiritual armor suddenly covered the whole body of the young man Lu Pobai who was carrying a knife on his back. He took a step forward with a ferocious look, "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me, Lu Pobai, for not giving face."

"What? Other warriors went in? Then what are we waiting for? Kill them..."

"Who went in? Could it be other masters on the Yellow List of Chaoyuan Sect?"

"Get out of the way... If you don't get out, my sword is not vegetarian."

...

Buzz!

Just when dozens of warriors were excited and wanted to force their way into the sixth sub-palace, a violent wave of vitality suddenly rose from the palace behind the square.

This wave of vitality suddenly erupted, like a river turning upside down, and overturned more than a dozen people who were closest to it.

Among them, Lu Pobai and Bei Haiming, who were the strongest, could still remain stable, but their eyes could not help but look at the place where the fluctuation was excited.

A ray of light burst out from above the palace, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the sky and the earth rolled, and it seemed that the entire secret realm was shaken violently.

"What's going on?"

"It seems that the spiritual energy over there has dissipated a lot, and the restriction... has disappeared!"

"Could it be?"

Bei Haiming's pupils contracted, as if he suddenly remembered something, and his face suddenly changed. Lu Pobai, who had been competing with him, had a trace of greed in his eyes. The two blurted out at the same time: "Ancient Palace Token."