Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1204: For Better or Worse

A punch landed on Master Goat Whiskers, whether good or bad, he didn't stop. He lifted his leg and kicked the unconscious Kunlun Cultivator. His body struggled to stand amidst the nearby trees, striking at Bai A.

Fortunately, the white flowers grew faster. As Ye Fengsheng approached, he raised his left hand in advance, swinging a block. The short dagger he held in his right hand turned, stirring up a gust of wind.

Ye Fengsheng's short sword began to bully the body. The simple blade was filled with Spiritual Energy, flowing with a blue watercolor aura.

Under the hazy moonlight and water-colored reflections, the expressions of the two were completely different. The short-haired monk fought for his life, while Ye Fengsheng's voice was light, somewhat like a cat playing with a mouse.

At a certain moment, both of them simultaneously turned their swords, holding them in reverse. The short-haired monk's short dagger grew stronger, and the wind on the blade intensified. There were faint signs of flying sand and stones. Ye Fengsheng picked up his sword and then withdrew it. He used his sword like a dagger, bullying his own body, neither attacking nor defending. He allowed Bai Flower's reckless attacks without countering.

Mistakenly thinking Ye Fengsheng was at the end of his rope, unable to find a way to attack, Bai Flesh felt a bit of joy. With clenched jaws, he gathered all his aura and charged at Ye Fengsheng, intending to end it all with his life's swordsmanship.

Ordinary people only knew him as an extreme and domineering sword. Covering a sword with another sword was unbelievable. However, for decades, he's been using swords to mask other swords. Any opponent defending against him could stop his hidden sword, but he wouldn't fully block it. Yet, this swordsmanship was his life's essence

Yes.

The lifelong cultivated technique, encountering them, people couldn't help but be wary of the third means hidden behind them, adapting to unforeseen changes, equaling opponents and drumbeats. In this half-empty, half-solid state, they could conquer themselves.

But just as the short-haired monk exerted himself fully to defeat Ye Fengsheng, Ye Fengsheng became lazier and randomly discovered a flaw. He pointed at the sword's body, the Black Sword buzzed, and instantly three points of aura were generated in the intense shake.

The trembling sword body contacted the sword body. The short-haired monk tightly gripped the short dagger, which bounced out under the violent shake, causing his body to stagger. Once half of the body was pulled into place, a creaking sound came from the bones.

Ye Fengsheng did not press his advantage but stopped, standing still, losing a hand as he pointed the sword tip at the short-haired cultivator's forehead, lightly saying, "Tell me where Kunlun is. If you don't speak, you'll die."

As the cold sword tip touched his forehead, the short-haired monk thought for a long time, then moved his gaze, falling on Ye Fengsheng. After a moment of silence, his Adam's apple began to move. He was about to speak when Ye Fengsheng shook his wrist, and the dark sword body moved forward.

Ye Fengsheng, having practiced the Heart Cleansing Formula, possessed greater perception and vision than others. When the sword tip touched the short-haired cultivator's forehead, he could clearly feel the spirit flowing within him. He realized the kid hadn't given up resistance, intending to stall for time to recuperate, so he simply abandoned the plan to continue writing with him. Either way, he caught one, and this one wasn't bad.

Bai Flesh suddenly disappeared from him, finally forcing his last bit of Spiritual Energy out, and Ye Fengsheng suddenly appeared behind him tiredly

With all my strength, I've broken my hand and cut through the damned Hun Da's heart.

The sabre he devoted his life to, owner of this place, could also differentiate between good and bad, not to mention this half-familiar, powerfully wicked front realm figure, even if God returned to reality, he'd surely send him to hell to drink Mengpo's soup!

He ran fast, but Ye Feng's voice was faster. There's no reason to be slower than this desperate person. The short-haired monk's hand blade only left a half-indent on the clothes behind Ye Feng's voice. Ye Feng's voice had already lifted the sword and stabbed back. It didn't need eyes to see. The dark blade pierced Bai Flower's shoulder. With a wrist shake, the Black Sword changed.

A pair of lanterns were so big, the restaurant owner did not care. Looking at Ye Fengsheng made him somewhat nervous, unable to turn. He didn't even notice Ye Fengsheng handing him money.

Ye Fengsheng smiled and stuffed money into his hand, "Meal money, tea money, the tea is good tea, it's a courtesy to drink freely, I owe nothing."

Later, he clenched the money in his hand. The owner stared at Ye Fengsheng's back, mouth moving, wanting to speak repeatedly, but ultimately staying silent.

Silent, with nothing to say. You can't kneel on the ground, crying and begging the Immortal to take you as a disciple, right? If you don't say "yes" or "no", you're the pillar of the family. If you really went with the Immortal, what about your wife, kids, and family?

For a long time, nearly 50 middle-aged men experienced mixed emotions, finally realizing after waiting so long, that they got the so-called "chance". When it actually appeared before them, they lacked the courage to accept it, not even the courage to speak. They could only hold the money in their hands, shakily.

Ye Fengsheng didn't know what this person experienced, nor did he know how much change his casual departure would bring him. He took the room card, opened the door, and under the hazy moonlight, looked at the stars through the window in silence. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

At night, when he couldn't reach out his fingers, a seemingly black figure staggered away in panic. His once tidy clothes were scratched by numerous cracks on branches. His cheeks and exposed skin were covered in dripping blood. His pace was peculiar, one foot heavy, the other light, seemingly injured. He injured the bone at his ankle but didn't care, gritting his teeth, biting firmly. As if something was behind him

Ferocious beasts chasing each other. He dared not even glance sideways, let alone look back.

No matter if they were snakes, insects, mice, ants, or frightened beasts, on the escape path, they were sliced into two by one hand, one knife, and two half knives. That's it. But he, such a strong person, had no courage from darkness to dawn, when there was a hint of white in the sky.

Finally, he suddenly stopped, his numb feet suddenly stopping, his body falling onto the hard rock in front of him.

"Brother Zhou, what's wrong? Why so embarrassed?"

A gentle young voice came from within the stone wall, followed by a soon-to-lose-control Goat Whiskers. When he saw his embarrassed appearance, surprise filled his eyes.

"Ye, Ye, Ye Fengsheng, he's come to Kunlun!"

He stammered, gasping, speaking the last sentence. Goat Whiskers breathed a sigh of relief, and blackened eyes fainting, leaving the young man somewhat puzzled.

His position in Kunlun was indeed a bit low. To guard the mountain gate as such a low-level monk, how could they know things known only to Kunlun's core, having no choice but to take the embarrassed fellow disciple back to Kunlun and hand him over to the elders.

The next morning, Ye Fengsheng habitually pushed open the door and happened to see that man coming out of the opposite door. They froze for a while, then Ye Fengsheng walked towards the dining room on the second floor, the man glanced back at Ye Fengsheng, revealing a trace of killing intent.

As a poacher, believing one coincidence is enough. How could such coincidences happen every day? Last night, I reminded you, you need to find a way to die on your own, don't blame Grandpa for being too ruthless!