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"From whom did you learn to be glib!?" Your skin is rough and your flesh is thick. As soon as I look for you to verify what I have learned, I will see that what you are doing is wrong! "

"My Body Technique is indeed not afraid of swords and sabers, but swords and sabers can't poke stones into beehives either! Furthermore, you even killed Martial King. If you want to poke me with your finger, I will definitely be unable to treat your internal injuries. Chang Yuchun said with a sullen face, he did not seem to be pretending.

"You pill less bastard! If you are afraid that I will hit you, then come and punch me. As Ye Feng said that, he reached out his hand and gathered the Genuine Qi in his palm.

"Then, are you not going to fight back?"

"I won't fight back."

"Then if I hurt you, wouldn't you hold a grudge? Aren't you going to find fault with me in the future? "

"Are you going to fight or not!" Ye Feng shouted with his eyes wide open.

Chang Yuchun was a scoundrel, but more or less, he was a little stupid. However, he was really afraid of Ye Feng, so when he roared at him, he did not dare think of anything else.

Chang Yuchun was a descendant of Giant Spirit Clan, and relying solely on his physical strength, he was enough to contend against Martial Marshal. After learning it for a few more years, his cultivation also reached the Martial Marshal level. When he punched out, the force behind it was almost ten thousand kilograms. Forget about a level seven general like Ye Feng, even if Liu Feihua took it head on, he would not feel well.

Ye Feng saw Chang Yuchun's aggressive punches, condensing all of the Genuine Qi s on his body into his arms and palms. Even so, when the palm and fist collided, Ye Feng was still sent flying. Only when he bumped into Qing Shi behind him did he finally stop. As for Ye Feng's left hand, his palm had directly exploded into a bloody mess. His two fingers were also broken by the shock and hung on his palms in a twisted manner.

"Master, with the Qingfeng Armour protecting your body, you … "Why bother?"

"Hehe, don't you always say it's bad to rely too much on external forces? Furthermore, there is only one Qingfeng Armour, but the people around me all need protection. Look at this, level seven martial general, he was able to withstand a punch that weighed close to ten thousand jin and only lost two fingers, yet this secret skill was able to grow along with his cultivation. This is truly a good thing! "

After Ye Feng finished speaking to Qing Yun, he took out a pill and swallowed it, then took out a bit of the Psionic Bee King's marrow and poured it on his palm. He then leaned on the Qing Shi and sat down, and started to circulate his cultivation to heal his injuries.

The King's Blood of the Psionic Bee could save a living corpse and turn into bones. Ye Feng had only suffered from external injuries and with the help of Ye Feng's Genuine Qi, it only took an incense's worth of time for his palm to start to itch. Ye Feng reached out to take a look, and the flesh that had been ripped off was already slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boss!" Am I overdoing it? " Chang Yuchun squatted beside Ye Feng and asked softly.

"What else can I do if not for you? Watch the door, I'm going into seclusion to recuperate."

Early morning on the next day, Ye Feng's palm had already recovered to its original state. Furthermore, after going through the royal jelly and the remodeling of the Genuine Qi, Ye Feng felt that his left hand was stronger than his right hand, and the usage of the Genuine Qi was also smoother.

Ye Feng's soul power was extremely high, and it was difficult for him to misunderstand anything. After sensing all of this, he summoned his Qing Yun to ask about this.

"First level of the Martial Marshal, condensing a golden core, third level of the Martial King, and the creation of a Vital Infant. When one reached the ninth level of Martial King, he would have to undergo the muscles and flesh tribulation, transforming his physical body into a mortal and becoming a primary false Immortal. To advance to the intermediate level, False Immortals must undergo the Bone Blood Calamity, then they must undergo the meridian and soul Calamity in order to be able to reach the Xiantian realm and be called a True Immortal. "

Qing Yun did not answer the question directly, but as Ye Feng heard Qing Yun say this, he was surprised, and immediately thought of the mystery behind it.

"Then... "Could it be that my injury this time is the same as the muscle tribulation?"

"When everything was formed, there were always flaws. Only by breaking it down could one get rid of the dregs. "Although master's injury wasn't caused by divine retribution, there is still something good about his rebirth."

"Becoming a Jindan at the first level of Martial Marshal is about the same as in my previous life, but why does it need to be at the third level of Martial King to be able to become a Vital Infant a long time ago? Weird, weird! "

"In front of Martial Marshal, there are only mortal servants, and this is the same everywhere. But the heavenly law of the Middle World was sound, after the Martial Marshal, the cultivation level would correspond to twelve cycles, and after completing the journey, one could condense Vital Infant. As for Master's previous world, maybe because his cultivation level was too low, the Heavenly Dao Sovereign relaxed it. "

"Heavenly Dao Sovereign!" Relax the restrictions? Could it be that the laws of this world can be changed by someone else? Could it be that there really is a master in the dark who is in charge of the whole world?! "

"Hehe, I accidentally said too much. Master, just pretend you didn't hear it." With that, Qing Yun disappeared. But when she said all these, it was definitely not because she was saying too much to Ye Feng.

This was why there were so many levels for cultivation, so that one could have some hope in the midst of all these levels. Ye Feng's current hope was that he would obtain the Martial Marshal, but after leveling up to Martial General Level 7, relying on the Clear Wind Incantation to absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, it was already insufficient for Ye Feng, even if it was Qi Gathering Pill s of highest-grade, Ye Feng would need to eat half a bottle of it, in order to fill up the body of the Genuine Qi. Moreover, this was only the level 7 to 8. If this was the time for Martial Generals to enter the Martial Marshal, the pills in Ye Feng's possession would probably not be enough.

The Qi Gathering Pill s were not enough, so it was impossible for Ye Feng to eat the entire bottle. In his free time, Ye Feng suddenly remembered something, saw Zhang Wu by his side, and casually asked him about it.

"Manifestation Pond? Master, please wait for a moment. I will go ask the elders in the courtyard. " Zhang Wu frowned and said.

"I originally thought that since you're from a noble family in pill master, you would know something about it if you didn't. I don't know, but sooner or later, I will have to go there. When I get there, I will naturally understand everything."

Because of the warning from the Psionic Bee and Kangjin Cattle, when Ye Feng said all these, his face showed some hesitation.

But Ye Ling was still on the mountain, if Ye Feng did not return for a long time, it would be hard to ensure that she would not run into any trouble here. Ye Feng thought for a while, then brought Ye Ling and Chang Yuchun along, preparing to go to Qing Feng Trading Company first to settle Ye Ling before leaving. As for Zhang Wu, his cultivation was too low and he could not fly, so he was not suitable to go out to adventure. Ye Feng left some questions for him, for him to practice alchemy alone in his Martial School.

Just as Ye Feng arrived at the mountain gate with his sister and attendants, he saw a few outer principal elders talking to Liu Feihua. Due to Liu Feihua's prejudice against Beast Clan, Ye Feng had no intention to bother with him, but the mountain gate was so wide and it was in such a large crowd, so Ye Feng did not wish to be gossiped into by others, thus he greeted Liu Feihua.

"It's good that the Master Zhao is here, we have something to think about, but have no results. We would like to ask the Master Zhao to give us some pointers." After Liu Feihua returned the greeting, an elder in charge of the academy cupped his fists and laughed.

"Elder, you must be joking. Other than being able to refine pills, this one is not good at managing Martial School or teaching disciples."