"Well~" Lin Feng stood his head, glanced at Ye Jian, and said, "You should be practicing the 'Purple Yang Sword Sutra'. This set of martial arts is known for its slow progression, and it is useless without a large amount of purple energy."

Ye Jian nodded.

"So the place you are going to next must be the 100,000-mile Purple Flame Mountain, what I said is right." Lin Feng asked with a smile.

Ye Jian nodded undeniably.

Lin Feng suddenly fell into a frown, glanced at Ye Jian, and said, "What a great sword-making embryo, it's a pity that the small sect has ruined the talents in vain."

Ye Jian just smiled but said nothing. Seeing this, Lin Feng frowned even deeper and muttered: "If you were born in our Tianjian Sect, I can guarantee that your strength would definitely be hundreds of times stronger than now."

"Is my current progress speed not enough?" Ye Jian frowned and asked.

"Is it enough?" Lin Feng suddenly seemed to hear something big, and looked at Ye Jian with his eyes wide open and said, "There are so many people in the world who are progressing faster than you. Do you think you are progressing very quickly?"

"No." Ye Jian shook his head, but he was slightly shocked.

Seeing this, Lin Feng smiled and said, "Don't be dissatisfied. I'll give you a simple example. Just say that the top ten in the Qianlong list can be described in one word, and their progress can be described in a thousand miles a day."

Ye Jian smiled, but he felt a lot of pressure in his heart and secretly tried to make a move, "My progress must be faster, otherwise on this big stage, he would just become a stepping stone under the feet of others."

Lin Feng said: "Ye Jian, your vision is still too low now. Now, in five days, the second prince of Yue will hold a Shengyuan meeting. The people invited geniuses from all over the country who have gathered in this city recently. I will take you to see it at that time."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Ye Jian chuckled.

So, the two talked for a long time. Ye Jian learned from Lin Feng that geniuses from various countries sprouted like mushrooms after a rain. The grand occasion of the Jinwu Domain was far beyond the previous years, and everyone began to work on the Qianlong List.

Ye Jian asked about the strength distribution among the geniuses of various countries. In fact, he was asking about the rough strength distribution on the Hidden Dragon List a year later, but the result was quite surprising to him.

According to Lin Feng, according to the strength distribution of the previous session's Qianlong List, it can be roughly divided into three levels. The top ten younger generations all reached the peak of the Transformation Yuan Realm, and the first-place cultivation level even reached the half-step Qihai Realm.

The top 100 people are all in the late stage of the Yuan Realm. They will take it out one by one and choose the peak of the Yuan Realm of the older generation. That is more than a mistake.

None of the top 300 people have not reached the middle stage of the Transformation Yuan Realm. This is the lowest standard. Moreover, fighting overlevel is a common thing for geniuses. When Ye Jian thought of this, he felt that the pressure increased.

He had a great conversation with Lin Feng, so in the next three days, Ye Jian was fortunately fighting with Lin Feng and trying to find their own shortcomings together.

After three days of sword training, the two of them made progress a thousand miles a day. The sword technique in Lin Feng’s hand was in line with everyone’s power and has become more mature now. Ye’s sword technique emphasizes pragmatism, and one sword is fast, accurate and ruthless.

Lin Feng was born in the seventh-grade sect, Tianjian Sect, while Tianjian Sect only emphasizes sword practice and has many deep insights into sword skills. When feeding Ye Jian, Lin Feng often mentions a casual word, which immediately makes the latter's hut open.

In the past, the obscure and difficult-to-understand parts were completely unobstructed. Ye Jian vaguely felt that when the sword force in his body was circulating, there was a vague feeling of resonance between the sword body.

Ye Jian was happy because he knew that he had already touched a little sword intent.

...

At night, Ye Jian sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and thought, his breathing was smooth and rhythmic. As he fell, an amazing picture appeared in his mind.

This picture depicts a battlefield situation. Each side has hundreds of thousands of people, all holding a cold sword in their hands. The cold light on the blade was exposed, as if it was about to compete Leng Yue.

Ye Jian shook his head slightly, but suddenly opened his eyes, and the sperm in his eyes passed. He immediately took out the Meteor Star Sword and calmed down in front of his chest. Ye Jian closed his eyes again and calmed down.

At the same time, in the picture in Ye Jian's mind, Ye Jian himself appeared on the battlefield and turned into a charge little soldier on the side, while the sword in Ye Jian's hand was closely linked to him at this moment.

The two armies finally started fighting. As the water of the drainage gate, Ye Jian rushed to the front and waved the long sword in his hand. His sword technique was vividly displayed on this battlefield.

The long sword in Ye Jian's hand was extremely sharp, constantly killing the enemy, and finally attracted a more powerful opponent, while the sword in the opponent's hand was even more sharp. With just a light wave, the connection between Ye Jian and the sword in his hand was cut off.

Without contact with the sword in his hand, Ye Jian's combat power was twice as high as the situation was critical. He tried hard to contact the relationship that was killed, but just when he finally contacted him, he was cut off by the other party again.

At this moment, outside, the blue veins on Ye Jian’s forehead swelled, sweat dripped, and white smoke faintly emerged from the cover of the sky.

Ye Jian kept contacting the sword in his hand in his mind, and was constantly cut off, once, twice, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times... Time slipped away quietly, Ye Jian could no longer remember the contact with the sword, how many times he had been cut off, and how many sword wounds he had suffered, but Ye Jian's enlightenment was getting bigger and bigger.

Soon, a day outside passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, Lin Feng came to find Ye Jian, but saw that the latter was in seclusion, so he went back by himself. Soon, another night passed.

When the morning of the fifth day came, Ye Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and two invisible swords shot out from his pupils, crossing and slashing towards the wall ahead.

Puff~.

Only two puffs were heard, and two sharp sword marks were left on the wall.

At the same time, the invisible sword force in Ye Jian's body gathered in his mind and was constantly compressed. Then, a little silver light flashed vaguely, as if he had squeezed out the essence of the sword force.

Buzz ~.

The silver light flashed, but the meteorite sword on Ye Jian's knees was rumbling on his own. The momentum around him changed in vain, and he felt that there was a sharp breath compared to the past.

Ye Jian raised his right hand, stood with his index finger and middle fingers, and immediately stroked the wall in front. He heard a 'thorn' sound, and then a sharp sword mark was drawn from the wall.

The sword energy is pointed at, which is the embodiment of understanding the sword intent.

However, Ye Jian can't be considered to have understood the sword intent now, it can only be said to be a half-step sword intent.

Only after completely breaking through to the silver light could he understand the sword intent, but at this moment, the silver light in his mind was only one-quarter.

Ye Jian stood up, immediately lifted his sword and walked into the yard, climbed up the Meteorite Sword with his right hand, and the half-step sword intent in his mind suddenly became automatically connected.

Thorn ~.

A sharp sound rang out, and immediately a purple sword energy shot out, and suddenly the copper pillar opposite continued to thrust, as if rain hits beans.

Ye Jian waved his sword back to the sheath, and immediately saw several sharp sword marks appearing on the copper pillar opposite, about an inch deep.

"Hahaha, Ye Jian, I'll leave for three days. When I looked at you with admiration, I didn't expect that you had just realized the half-step sword intent and your strength had increased so much. It's so gratifying." Lin Feng's hearty laughter rang outside the courtyard gate.

Ye Jian smiled indifferently, turned around and looked, but his pupils shrank slightly. Lin Feng's whole person was much sharper than a few days ago, and he immediately smiled and said, "Compared with Brother Lin, I am still a witch now."

Lin Feng walked into the courtyard gate, looked at Ye Jian carefully, then nodded and joked: "Well, a bit of sharp aura has been added to his body, and the temperament of the swordsman is becoming more and more obvious."

Ye Jian smiled faintly and asked immediately: "Brother Lin came to see me this time, but to participate in the Shengyuan Club."

"Yes." Lin Feng immediately slapped his head, as if he was remembered, and said, "I originally thought you were in seclusion and I deserved to go alone. Now, let's go together."

"Ye Jian nodded, but his mood became a little excited. More than twenty geniuses gathered together, and they were all people like Ye Jian or even stronger than Ye Jian. It was exciting to think about it.

Immediately, Lin Feng and Ye Jian left Xiaoqing Zhuyuan, called a carriage on the street, and rushed towards the second prince's mansion.

The second prince supported the convening of the Shengyuan Conference. The news had already spread throughout Kyoto City. At this moment, all the teahouses in the city were already full of people, and everyone was waiting quietly.

Suddenly, a figure in the distance ran towards the teahouse quickly, and suddenly, everyone in the teahouse became excited.

"Here, the news finally comes."

"That's great, I like to listen to geniuses fighting the most."

The city was filled with tension and passionate atmosphere.

Ye Jian and Lin Feng finally arrived at the second prince's mansion. After being led by the gatekeeper, they came to a huge Lin Garden in the second prince's mansion, Chunju Garden.

As soon as I entered the yard, a strong spring sensation suddenly came towards me. At this moment, a young man with a tall face and a bright and beautiful face came out.

"Haha, Brother Lin, you're here now. If you don't come again, I'll send someone to urge you."

"Let the second prince wait for a long time." Lin Feng hugged his fists and apologized.

At this time, the second prince's eyes then looked at Ye Jian, and his pupils shrank slightly, and he asked, "Lin Feng, dare to be the name of this brother."

"Oh, that's right. This is Ye Jian from the Nanluo Sect of Zhao State. He heard that the second prince was holding a Shengyuan meeting here, so he wanted to come and participate, so I brought him. For offense, please forgive me." Lin Feng apologized.
Chapter completed!