Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1147: Breaking Free from Excuses
As the heritage of the Wenren Family, he was escorted to the Ye Family by several elders. He stood on equal footing with the Ye Family, with stars adorning the moon that night. If today Wen Renhao surpasses Ye Fengsheng, then for the next two hundred years, the Wenren Family will never surpass the Ye Family!
If you lose today, you can use an excuse to distance yourself from afar.
More importantly, where in your family have you seen a 500-year-old spiritual body from which victory can be inherited? Even if you have risen to level 33, you are not a monk with whom you can compete!
The former clan leader of the Pei family, Qiang Dengtian, has passed away. The current clan leader's strength is at the end of the three families, and the entire Pei family has never recovered. As long as Ye Fengsheng is still oppressed by the family legacy today, the next three clans will be ruled by Wen Ren!
This is also a great gamble. If you win, you won't have to worry for 200 years. If you lose, there is no loss. Why not do it?
That beautiful face was full of misfortune. Hearing Ye Fengsheng's voice, Wen Renxi looked at the amber sky. She seemed to ask casually: "What if I don't fight you?"
Slowly turning back to Wen Renxi's pale profile, Ye Feng laughed silently and said: "You're too irresponsible and unfit to inherit."
Wen Renxi didn't care and said: "If I don't fight you, will you fight me?"
"Of course not," Ye Fengsheng kept laughing. "If you don't fight me, I won't fight you either. But I'm just a little reluctant to jump down like this."
"Then it's best to have a fight."
Wen Renxi was a bit unhappy. She purposely came here to play with Ye Fengsheng. She mistakenly thought Ye Qi was Ye Fengsheng. She finally saw Ye Fengsheng again. She didn't take more than a few steps or speak more than a few words before she had to leave. She was really a bit confused. She remembered Ye Fengsheng, who didn't want to break the rules with her.
"If you lose, I'll push you down!"
After so many years of inheritance, she really wanted to do things her own way without listening to the incessant chattering and manipulation of those elders and fathers.
Originally, she thought Ye Fengsheng would have a big fight with her, because she used to chat happily with him when they were young. However, when she thought this person had inherited the legacy, his courage had shrunk a lot compared to being her former friend.
Ye Fengsheng cooperatively looked at the heads of ants below: "Thirty-three steps, if you push me down, I will die."
"Then you can defeat me!"
She said angrily, the little girl raised her hand, and that inch-long red string naturally fell onto the red leaf white-sleeved shirt. This happened after an illusory and windy situation.
Ye Fengsheng's upward momentum was swift, and the sword even swifter. The long unseen dark sword blade, at the moment of its appearance, had already broken free of all constraints. It was like a river dragon, ascending, rolling. The icy Sword Qi permeated the sharp tip of the sword, tearing through all the surrounding halos.
Wen Renxi's expression did not change. She was a woman who naturally loved beauty. The red satin white dress was her favorite. She knew she was here today for Ye Fengsheng, who had been her childhood playmate. She had especially worn this dress. Now, as Ye Fengsheng cut down the embedded red string, her face showed neither joy nor anger.
Even as Ye Fengsheng's sword pointed directly at the center of her brows, she remained in place. Yet, in her starry eyes, there was an unusual emotion.
"Hmph~!"
It seemed there was a sound of a sword, yet Ye Feng didn't care. He held the Black Sword in his hand.
Ren Xi, with empty hands, stood on the thirty-three-step ladder. Where did the sound of a sword come from?
It came from the sleeve!
From Ye Fengsheng's sleeve!
This reddish-brown dagger was the first to appear after the attack. Nobody controlled it, but it stood horizontally in the air. With its broad body, it blocked the tip of the Black Sword in Ye Fengsheng's hand!
That sharp sword suddenly vanished without a trace!
The brownish-red sword was naturally Fang Chen's sword! It was also the sword Fang Chen had taken from Ye's body before leaving.
After Mang Mountain pierced Ye Fengsheng's body, the red body of the sword had originally wrapped a layer of black light!
Now, the person has left, but the sword has returned!
But Ye Fengsheng couldn't imagine that the sword he brought back would reappear in such a malicious manner!
"You shouldn't have touched this sword."
Between the lines, there was no trace of nostalgia, and Ye Feng's voice and eyes gradually turned cold.
Even if they were all friends, there was a distinction between relatives and strangers. Especially when one could no longer meet, this feeling would become extremely precious, so precious that no one was allowed to touch Ye Fengsheng.
Wen Renxi was still the same as before. She didn't know why Ye Fengsheng suddenly changed, but her pride cultivated since childhood didn't allow her to bow her head.
The red thread was removed, and the white sleeve covered the jade-white palm, tightly gripping the brownish-red dagger she had summoned, her star-clear eyes stubbornly looking at Ye Fengsheng without a trace of apology!
I don't want to fight you, but you have to fight with me, alright? If you want to fight, I will fight you!
After holding the sword, Wen Renxi's momentum underwent a massive change. As a spiritual body, she had absolute affinity with the spirit. Moreover, being able to climb the thirty-three-story ladder with Ye Fengsheng proved her strength.
The soul within the body underwent a qualitative change along with the brownish-red sword in her hand. At this moment, the sword in Wen Renxi's hand seemed to have sprung from its sheath.
This was a double-edged sword, waving it could pierce a big hole in the sky!
Ordinary people need to cultivate, utilize, collect, and spread out what they could obtain. At the instant she grasped the hilt, she was ready to set out.
Five hundred years of spiritual body, under the Heaven and Earth, this was an extraordinary treatment!
As Ye Fengsheng stopped speaking, he was momentarily stunned. When he saw Lunxi was ready to set out, he took bold steps forward. It seemed there was nothing remarkable. With a raise of the hand was a sword.
The blade quickly moved from the bottom to the top, cutting through the air with a slicing sound.
This is the height of severe cold, ever since the sword emerged, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped to a shocking degree. Even those below could clearly see the thirty-three steps of the ladder were now covered with countless swords.
But I don't know who made this sword!
Because when Ye Fengsheng raised the sword, Wen Renxi also waved her hand.
What she swung was not that sword, but the powerful aura around her! But, precisely because of this sword, the enormous aura that even Heaven and Earth feared transformed into a short reddish-brown sword just like her, pressing directly against Ye Fengsheng's blade.
Long swords fight well, short swords protect easily, and can also be used to kill.
The black sword and the red sword in their hands were both short swords. They were neither for assassination nor for self-defense, but through the Heaven and Earth as a medium, they launched an attack rarely seen in the world!
Sword Shakes the Mountain!
In the forbidden area outside the Ye Clan, seven majestic mountains were blasted apart simultaneously. Massive rocks rolled, and the mountains seemed to be collapsing!
The spiritual body embodies the sword. Wen Renxi's reddish-brown dagger descended from the sky. It involved countless auras from Wen Renxi, and like the Milky Way falling from the sky, it brought down a vague wave of energy.
This happened to Him, who was a year younger than Ye Fengsheng.
His whole body climbed up inch by inch, and Ye Feng's voice rose in the air, floating on the thirty-three-step ladder!
"He can resist this spirit!"
The elder and Ye Haoxuan were dumbfounded upon seeing the battle below.
They thought Ye Fengsheng's royal spirit was a clever method taught by Ye Zhi. They could only deceive the ladder below, but now it had reached level 33. Why could Ye Fengsheng resist such spirit!
