Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 5 The decisive battle is imminent
In the next few days, the atmosphere in the entire Fengling City was somewhat subtle, giving people a feeling that a storm was about to come.

The Yang family's mansion was full of people, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going, but the front of Ye's mansion was much quieter than before.

Even many families who had been on good terms with the Ye family quickly drew a line with them and went to the Yang family to join in the fun.

As for the Fang family, everyone thought that the Fang family and the Yang family would join forces, but after the disciple acceptance ceremony, the Yang family's attitude towards the Fang family was very indifferent.

The expected alliance did not take place, and there was not even any communication between the two families.

Anyone with a little thought can guess the reason.

Fang Qing was forcibly divorced by Ye Feng. With this stain, the Yang family naturally looked down on her.

I don't know how Fang Qing will feel in her heart, whether she has some regrets.

In just a few days, the Ye family's property has shrunk rapidly, while the Yang family's power has expanded rapidly, and it has begun to dominate.

The entire Ye family was gloomy, and everyone was worried about the future of the family, but even so, no one left.

Just when everyone thought Ye Chen would do something, the old man was leisurely at home, planting flowers every day, playing boxing, and not caring about the outside world.

Ye Feng was also relaxed like him. He didn't seem to care about the upcoming life-and-death battle, and he was completely immersed in the practice of swordsmanship.

In the past few days, Mu Chen has been full of praise for his amazing talent. Ye Feng only needs to watch all the swordsmanship once, and he can master it proficiently, which makes Mu Chen envious.

Mu Yufei, who originally scoffed at Ye Feng, had to admit that the outside rumors misunderstood Ye Feng too much after getting along for a few days.

Looking at Ye Feng's heroic figure dancing sword, Mu Yufei thought it was a bit attractive, she couldn't help sighing: "How many bad things have you done to be said so badly?"

Ye Feng withdrew his sword and said to Mu Chen, "Master, how are you doing?"

"It's not bad. It's only a little worse than when I was a teacher when I was young. If I work harder, I still have a bright future."

Seeing Mu Chen making serious jokes, Ye Feng wanted to laugh but could only hold back.

"It seems that you have mastered the Feiliu Sword Art, but it is not a top sword art. Next, I will pass on my unique Jiuxiao Sword Art to you."

Ye Feng was overjoyed. In his opinion, the Feiliu Sword Art was already very good, at least much better than the sword arts in the Cangshu Pavilion. Now he heard that there is an even more powerful Jiuxiao Sword Art, and he was of course very pleasantly surprised.

"Thank you Master."

"You look good."

Mu Chen took the sword, his white clothes were like snow, a curtain of sword rose from the ground, and cold light splashed everywhere.

Mu Yufei covered her mouth, her eyes were full of shock.

"Nine Heavens Sword Art, I didn't expect my father to pass on all of the Nine Heavens Sword Art to him. It seems that Father is really serious."

At noon, Ye Feng and Mu Chen stopped practicing, seeing Mu Yufei beside him, Ye Feng said, "Yufei, I'm hungry."

"If you're hungry, find a way. How many times have you said it? Don't call me so affectionate. I don't know you well."

After finishing speaking, Mu Yufei left a slender figure behind, and muttered as she walked, "I really don't know why Dad accepted you as an apprentice."

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng's answer came from behind: "Your appearance, do you understand?"

"shameless."

Soon, the day of the decisive battle came as promised. In Mu Chen's courtyard, Ye Feng was holding a delicious steamed bun and gnawing on it.

"The steamed buns made by Yufei are really delicious."

On the stone table not far away, there were several delicate side dishes, two bowls of millet porridge and a basket of steamed buns. Mu Chen and Mu Yufei ate slowly.

From time to time, Ye Feng looked at the steamed buns exuding an enticing fragrance.

"Master, I'm going to duel with Yang Zhenyu at noon today."

"I know, go early and return early."

"It's a life-and-death duel, either he dies or I die." Worried that Mu Chen didn't understand, Ye Feng hurriedly added.

"Understood, don't delay too long, I have to practice in the afternoon."

Ye Feng shook his head, wondering if he hadn't hinted clearly enough, so he said: "The big battle is coming, maybe eating some meat buns will give you more strength."

Unexpectedly, Mu Yufei said: "Before the battle, you should eat lightly, so that your stomach won't get bad if you eat too much."

Mu Chen said, "Yu Fei makes sense."

While talking, he picked up a bun and put it in his mouth.

Ye Feng felt like a galloping horse in his heart, what a pity, no monk would be spoiled by a steamed stuffed bun.

"It's fine if you don't eat it." Ye Feng thought about it, and came up with another idea.

"Master, Yang Zhenyu is Zhang Yan's closed disciple. He must be fully armed. You see, I don't even have a weapon in my hand. Why don't you lend me a spiritual weapon first?"

This time, Ye Feng was worried that Mu Chen would still pretend not to understand, but he had already made it very obvious.

Spiritual weapons are different from ordinary weapons. They can increase spiritual power and improve the combat effectiveness of monks. With a good spiritual weapon, you can even easily leapfrog battles.

Given the importance Zhang Yan attaches to Yang Zhenyu, he will definitely give him a powerful spiritual weapon, but Ye Feng will be at a disadvantage because he has nothing.

Mu Chen thought for a while, Ye Feng saw this, hope rose in his heart, after all, he is also a generation of sword masters, so what he took out could be ordinary?
After chewing the bun in his mouth, Mu Chen said: "The iron sword used in daily practice is made of refined iron, so use it."

The fire of hope in Ye Feng's eyes seemed to have encountered a violent storm, and it was extinguished without even a few sparks.

He's still smelting refined iron. If you take this sword up, you're afraid you'll have to kneel with just one move.

"Cultivators should not rely too much on external things. You are the most reliable. Your Divine Sword, Life Soul, is the best magical weapon."

"Master, you forgot that in the Spiritual Realm, the soul of life cannot directly manifest itself in battle."

"Excalibur Life Soul has brought you metallic spiritual power. If you use it properly, even a piece of wood in your hand can be invincible."

After finishing speaking, Mu Chen flicked his finger, and shot out the wooden chopsticks in his hand, piercing through five big bluestones in a row before nailing them to the bamboo.

"That's okay too?" Ye Feng used the God of Creation to see Mu Chen's movements clearly. He clearly didn't use his soul, but wrapped the chopsticks with his own metallic spiritual power, and condensed a layer of sharp sword on the surface. Qi is invincible.

He looked at the iron sword beside him, thoughtful, and after a while, Ye Feng made a tragic expression of a strong man going to death.

"Master, I'm going."

"Go, don't embarrass me." Mu Chen turned to Mu Yufei and said, "Yufei, follow along and have a look."

"Father, I won't go, it's just Yang Zhenyu, as for?"

Ye Feng almost staggered, what do you think Yang Zhenyu is a cat or a dog? He is a genius with dual souls that is unique in thousands.

"Yufei, help me put the sword on!"

Mu Yufei felt dizzy for a while, what did she think she was, a maid holding a sword?

In fact, Ye Feng was not even half sure when he was about to fight. It was indeed just as others guessed, it was just a matter of fighting for that moment. After all, he had just started to practice, and the difference in realm was not small. He didn't feel it until he met Mu Chen. I have really completed the rebirth, and I have the confidence to win this duel.

Around the Dragon and Tiger Terrace, many disciples gathered to watch the excitement very early on, and even the cabinet masters were present.

On the ground, there are many bloodstains that have dried up, adding a bit of bloody and murderous air.

Yang Zhenyu stood behind Zhang Yan. Judging from his aura, he was stronger than the previous few days, and he should have stepped into the mysterious realm.

Fang Yuan and Fang Qing stood on the other side, Fang Qing lowered her head, her eyes were full of resentment, Yang Zhenyu had alienated her a lot these days, and all this was caused by Ye Feng's divorce letter.

Today, the dignified young lady of the Fang family has become a joke among others.

Yang Xuan was also present, and he said one word to Yang Zhenyu with his lips: "Kill!"

It was three poles high in the sun, and it was noon, and the time for a duel came.

Yang Zhenyu stepped onto the Dragon and Tiger Terrace, closed his eyes and waited for Ye Feng.

The audience had already discussed it, and many people speculated that Ye Feng might not dare to come at all.

Not long after, a figure came from far to near, and after a few ups and downs, it came to the dragon and tiger platform, the speed was astounding.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally let you live a little longer!" Ye Feng said slowly, with absolute confidence in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)