Chapter 581: The Name Suits the Person

"Is it really Ye Feng from Tianyuan County? What a coincidence, but... don't you only have one martial vein? How... how is it possible... to have half a step into the void?" The tall and beautiful woman covered her peach-like mouth with her white palm, and the surprise in her eyes became even more intense. Si Tu

Hearing this, Ye Feng finally slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly realized something, and said, "Are you the fairy Zhen from Qingyu Mountain?"

"Yes, it's Zhen Wan!" The tall and beautiful woman nodded.

The two smiled at each other.

It turned out that this person was Zhen Wan, an elite disciple of the third-grade sect Qingyu Mountain.

When Ye Feng participated in the Feiyun Sect assessment, his strength was far ahead, but he was retaliated by Hu Daotong, who abused his power for personal gain, and refused to recruit him on the pretext that Ye Feng only had one martial vein. There were so many innate warriors present at the time, and only Zhen Wan sympathized with Ye Feng, and even wanted to take Ye Feng back to Qingyu Mountain, but was rejected by the proud Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was naturally grateful for Zhen Wan's olive branch. He always had the image of Zhen Wan in his mind, but Zhen Wan was wearing a veil that time, so Ye Feng only felt that she looked familiar, but did not recognize her directly.

And Zhen Wan also had a good impression of Ye Feng.

I didn't expect to meet him here by chance in the Tianlong Secret Realm today.

Looking at the sunny and handsome boy in front of her with a smile, Zhen Wan's face was full of disbelief.

She knew Ye Feng's background and knew that Ye Feng had only one martial vein in his body.

According to the convention of Yuanwu Continent, there was no possibility of impacting the innate in this life with one martial vein, but Zhen Wan never thought that in just two years, Ye Feng not only entered the innate, but also his cultivation soared to half a step into the void.

This surprised Zhen Wan, and even made her face pale: "Your cultivation is incredible..."

"Fairy Zhen, you are also very powerful. You are already a master of the virtual realm at such a young age."

Ye Feng was also very emotional, and smiled and said, "I really want to thank you for that thing back then."

"I still misjudged you. If I had known that you had such a strong talent for cultivation, I should have brought you to Qingyu Mountain anyway, instead of letting you be a sword-holding boy..." Zhen Wan replied embarrassedly.

The disciples of Qingyu Mountain and the sword-holding boy are completely different things. One is from the third-grade sect Qingyu Mountain, and the other is someone around Zhen Wan. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are servants. Zhen Wan did not think highly of Ye Feng's talent for cultivation at the time, but she loved Ye Feng and wanted to help him.

The tall man watched them talking and reminiscing, with a strong jealousy in his eyes. He walked to Zhen Wan's side and asked with a smile: "Junior sister, what's wrong? Is this little warrior an acquaintance of yours?"

Zhen Wan nodded and said: "Two years ago, this Ye Feng participated in the Feiyun Sect's entrance examination. I met him once. I didn't expect to meet him here today."

"Feiyun Sect? The first-class sect in Tianyuan County?" The sarcasm on the tall man's face became stronger. He looked at Ye Feng with disdain and said with a fake smile: "So you are a disciple of Feiyun Sect. A small first-class sect can have your cultivation. You are also one of the top figures among them, right?"

"Brother, Ye Feng is not a disciple of Feiyun Sect. Ye Feng just participated in the Feiyun Sect's assessment, but was rejected by the assessment elder..." Zhen Wan frowned and replied.

When the tall man heard this, he immediately looked at Ye Feng and laughed: "Haha, no way, you are really amazing, kid, you are even rejected by a first-class sect, it seems that your martial arts talent is really not to be underestimated?"

The sarcasm in his tone can be heard by everyone. And his old-fashioned look made Ye Feng feel very disgusted.

If it weren't for Zhen Wan's face, just because this man attacked him one after another, Ye Feng would have crushed this third-level Void Realm guy to death.

Zhen Wan smiled helplessly: "Brother, don't talk nonsense. Ye Feng's martial arts talent is very powerful..."

"Powerful? Is it as powerful as me? I only have nine martial veins." The tall man looked at Ye Feng complacently, but his eyes fell on Tang Chuxue.

Tang Chuxue didn't even look at him, which made the fire in his heart burn even more vigorously.

How can he not show off in front of two super beauties?

"Boy, how many martial veins do you have? My junior sister said that you have a great talent for martial arts, why don't you tell me?"

"Senior brother!" Zhen Wan glared at the tall man with a reproachful look, and said to Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue: "Don't mind me, this is my elite disciple from Qingyu Mountain..."

"My last name is Fan Jian, and I am the senior brother of the inner sect of Qingyu Mountain. Who is this beautiful woman?" The tall man stretched out his palm to Tang Chuxue on the side without waiting for Zhen Wan to finish the introduction.

"Chuxue?" Ye Feng was stunned, thinking to himself, this guy is really as cheap as his name, he is very cheap.

"This is Tang Chuxue, we are both from Xitang Wufu. Nice to meet you." Ye Feng rushed forward and touched Fan Jian's hand, and said indifferently.

"Oh, so you are a disciple of Xitang Wufu. Miss Tang, although the disciples of Wufu are strong, it is still a bit difficult for them to get into the secret realm after half a step into the void. Why don't you follow me and my junior sister? Don't worry, follow me, we are a family, and the luck beads will definitely be yours." Fan Jian looked at Ye Feng unhappily and poached openly.

Xitang Wufu and Qingyu Mountain are both third-grade forces, but Fan Jian, as an inner sect disciple, is confident of his strong strength and has a great sense of superiority.

Tang Chuxue didn't even look at him.

Zhen Wan also said: "Yes, Ye Feng, it is too dangerous for you two to walk inside this secret realm. Why don't you come with us? There is strength in numbers..."

Ye Feng looked at Zhen Wan's sincere expression and knew that she meant well. He couldn't bear to refuse and nodded and said: "In that case, let's go together!"

"Who wants to go with you?" Fan Jian rolled his eyes and was about to refuse.

"Really? Chu Xue, since they don't welcome you, let's go."

"Senior brother..." Zhen Wan also complained.

Fan Jian's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He swallowed his saliva while looking at Tang Chuxue's cold figure, and said unwillingly: "Well... okay, but I'll make it clear that there is no such thing as a free lunch. Whoever contributes more will get the biggest share, and those who don't contribute will not even think about getting a luck bead."

"Brother, this is not good..."

Zhen Wan wanted to say something else, but Fan Jian righteously tossed his sleeves, stared at Ye Feng and snorted: "Hmph, I brought this burden just to save your face, does someone want to get something for nothing?"

Ye Feng smiled generously at Zhen Wan and said: "Fairy Zhen, it doesn't matter. Chuxue and I just came in to broaden our horizons. Whether there is a luck bead or not, it doesn't matter..."

"Tsk!"

Fan Jian proudly straightened his chest and swept forward with a gust of wind...