C7

The frenzied use of the body tempering technique caused Ye Ling to lose consciousness.

After being rescued by the secret guard, Ye Ling was arranged to rest in the inner room.

At this moment, Ye Ling was in a very strange state. His consciousness was not asleep, but he could not wake up no matter what.

"What is this?" Suddenly, Ye Ling's eyes lit up. A misty green light filled his eyes.

The ditches in all directions crisscrossed each other, forming many scales.

Looking over, the depths of the Natal Opening Armor seemed endless. Countless bright points of light dotted the surface, as if they were stars that covered the sky.

Suddenly, a clear light flashed before Ye Ling's eyes. Streams of spirit energy seemed to have been compressed by a strong force, forming a tangible existence. There were even some spirit energy that were accumulated together and actually dripped out a drop of green spirit liquid.

This was the manifestation of the extremely dense spiritual energy.

"Such dense spirit energy! Good, good, good!" This time, the loss of consciousness was a blessing in disguise. The Kun Peng Swallows the Heavens, Tun Tun swallows it! "

Ye Ling was overjoyed. He fiercely operated the secret method and crazily absorbed the Lingqi from all directions.

The reason why he had fainted before was because of the depletion of his spiritual energy. Now, there was so much spiritual energy hidden in this secret. This was simply an unbreakable and unstoppable reality.

Buzz buzz …

After absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy, Ye Ling's soul felt at ease, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"The bottleneck of the Martial Disciple, no longer exists! "Explode for me!" Ye Ling's soul revolved furiously as waves of mysterious energy crazily transformed his body.

Instantly, the cultivation of his fleshly body increased by leaps and bounds.

Martial Disciple Level 3, Martial Disciple Level 4 …

The shackles that were as firm as steel plates in the eyes of an ordinary cultivator were but a thin layer of paper in Ye Ling's eyes, that could be easily broken with a poke.

Bang! Spirit energy crazily flew around, and in the end, Ye Ling's cultivation stopped at the seventh heaven of the Martial Disciple realm!

Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light shot out.

Ye Ling, who was at the third level of the Martial Disciple realm, was at the seventh level of the Martial Disciple realm. Now that he had reached the seventh level of the Martial Disciple realm, how strong was he? Could he even contend against a martial artist?

Just when Ye Ling was pondering about how he should test his combat power, a series of "sizzling" sounds suddenly rang out from outside the door. It seemed like a man was shouting and cursing, along with the crisp sound of a slap.

Instantly, Ye Ling's face darkened. He hurriedly got up and growled, "Who is it!"

"Young master, quickly leave!" Run! Someone wants to deal with you! " An attendant hurriedly walked in with an anxious tone.

"Shut up!" Ye Ling frowned, "This is the Ye Clan, I am the Young Lord of the Ye Clan, who is this arrogant?"

"Yes …" He was the eldest son of Elder Ye Heng, Ye Jun. "This is the genius of the Ye Clan, he has been cultivating in the Immortal Cloud Sect for the past two days and has just returned. Because the Young Lord suppressed his younger brother, that is why he has come to denounce you!"

The servant was flustered, "Young master, leave quickly. This Ye Jun is extremely powerful, perhaps only the Patriarch can control him. If anything happens to the young master today, this servant cannot afford to take responsibility!"

"What?" The eldest son of the old fool Ye Heng? " When Ye Ling heard his uncle's name, killing intent burst out from his eyes. He stepped forward and pushed away the servant, and sneered: "What Ye Family's genius is not as talented as the Ye Family's genius? My Ye Family does not have such a disobedient genius!" Don't worry. Today, I will definitely give you guys justice. You want to beat up my people? "None at all!"

Saying this, Ye Ling pushed open the door and strode out.

Outside the door, a well-dressed young man was twisting his neck and making muffled 'ka ka ka ka' sounds.

In front of him was a bunch of servants blocking his way. One of the servants covered his flushed cheeks and choked with sobs.

"Young Master Jun, you can't enter!" Although the group of servants and guards looked troubled, their attitude was exceptionally hard.

"Shut up! Who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me like that? Hurry up and call that little bastard Ye Ling out. When I was at the Immortal Cloud Sect, I heard that the Ye Clan had produced such an unskilled popinjay.

Ye Jun held his sword scabbard high up in the air and laughed coldly, "I will count to three. Retreat quickly, or else I will kill some of my dog slaves too!"

"Ye Jun, if you dare to make a move, then I'll make sure you never return!"

At this moment, a voice exploded like thunder. The ears of the slaves in the surroundings rang with a buzzing sound.

Ye Jun's face darkened as he raised his head to see a thin figure walking over step by step.

"You are Ye Ling, the one that caused my younger brother to stay in the Forbidden Area of the Yongzhen family?" Ye Tong twitched his face twice. "You actually dare to say such words. You are indeed a worthy popinjay!" "Alright, alright, alright. With those words of yours just now, I will definitely teach you how to be a good person!"

"Was it him who hit you?" Ye Ling acted as if he did not hear the question as he walked up to the servant who was covering his face and asked in a low voice.

"Very good!" Ye Ling sneered, "Don't lose face! I, Ye Ling, am not someone that anyone can bully. Now that he has slapped you, you go up and slap him! "

"AHH!" The servant was stunned. "I …" Young Lord... I don't dare.

"If I tell you to go up, then go up!" With a sneer, Ye Ling pushed out his hands and dense zhenqi gushed out from his body. Instantly, the servant was thrown away like a puppet.

The attendant was surprised. He was only at the 2nd level of the Martial Disciple Stage, but now that his body had been penetrated by Zhen Qi, he had gained an endless amount of strength in an instant.

In his eyes, Ye Ling was just a popinjay, yet he was manipulating an ordinary slave to deal with him. Wasn't this just courting death?

"Four Seasons Sword Art!" The feeling of spring was endless! The scorching sun was high in the sky! The late autumn forest photo! and freeze everything within a thousand miles! " As Ye Jun roared, he hacked out four sword Qis.

Shua shua shua! The four auras had arrived in unison and were extremely sharp. This was clearly an extremely profound sword technique!

"Even a grain of rice is shining?" Ye Ling sneered as he clasped his hands together.

Correspondingly, the servants that charged in front also clasped their hands together.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The violent sword Qis were fiercely crushed together in that instant, emitting a muffled sound before finally disappearing without a trace.

"How is this possible …" Ye Jun couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Go!" Ye Ling waved his hand again, and the servant began to move!

Swish!

His movement speed was so fast that it left only an afterimage in the air, as if he was a ghost.

The servants quickly walked in front of Ye Jun, and then everyone heard a crisp sound!

Pow! Ye Jun, Young Master Ye's face immediately had a red palm mark. It was the slap of that servant.

"I thank the Young Lord for his consent!" The servant knelt down hard towards Ye Ling, kowtowing heavily as tears flashed in his eyes.

Ye Jun was momentarily stunned. In the next moment, endless humiliation surged through his heart, and when he raised his head, his eyes were crimson red. "You actually dared to hit me! How audacious! How audacious! "Ye Ling, I will kill you!"

Ye Jun roared. True Qi burst out from his body and faintly condensed into a physical form. It was actually the eighth level of the Astral Ring, displaying his status as an eighth level Martial Disciple.

Crack

However, before he could fully unleash his cultivation base, he heard a muffled sound and the Zhen Qi surrounding his body started to crack apart inch by inch.

Ye Ling opened his big hands, and in the blink of an eye, his zhenqi was sent flying in all directions.

"What's going on!" Ye Jun widened his eyes as he stared at Ye Ling, "You are not Ye Ling, how could Ye Ling be so powerful?"

"Quack quack quack!" Ye Ling sneered coldly. With a wave of his hand, Ye Wen immediately howled in agony, and his entire body was sent flying. His face was red and swollen like a pig's head.

"You are only an eighth level Martial Disciple, is it even worth to be so arrogant like this?" Hurry up and get out of here, or else I'll beat you up every time I see you! "

When Ye Jun heard this, he was greatly shocked. He no longer cared about the dignity of a genius, and he immediately scuttled out.

At the Ye Family's training field, a group of hidden guards were busy training.

As the head of the Young Lord, Ye Ling can even train himself to death. What reason do these guards have to not work hard and train themselves?

At least for now, the dark guards were not dissatisfied at all.

Standing beside Ye Ling was a rough bearded man. It was Xiao An.

"You have made great progress recently. You are already a seventh stage Martial Disciple. I have seen countless geniuses in the Imperial Family, but none of them could compare to you." Xiao An looked at Ye Ling in astonishment.

"Let's not talk about this first." Ye Ling waved his hand and pointed to the hidden guard training below, "Old Xiao, you are the captain of the imperial guards. How about you take a look at my training?"

When Shao An heard this, he narrowed his eyes and stared for a good while before nodding. "The intensity of the training program is sufficient. However, this kind of training program only focuses on individuals and there is no teamwork. So, I think it's still a bit loose."

"Then how about we let you manage this small team first?"

"Oh?" Xiao An's eyes lit up. He could also tell that the hidden guards here were elites. "Since I've accepted your favor, I'm naturally willing to help you. However, I'm afraid these kids might not be convinced of me."

"It's fine."

Regarding this, Ye Ling was not worried at all. Not to mention the rest, as long as Xiao An showed the strength of a martial warrior, these secret guards would not even fart.

"Young master!" The clan head wants you to head over now! " Just at this moment, a attendant dashed over.

"Ling'er, are you alright? How did your cultivation soar so much, could it be that you have been possessed by a demon?" Ye Feng had a face full of concern.

It was not strange for his cultivation to increase, but for Ye Ling to increase like this, it was definitely incredible. No wonder Ye Feng would think of possessing a Demonic Body.

"Daddy, Wu You." Ye Ling nodded his head, "I was unconscious and my soul was out of my body. Coincidently, I met a remnant soul of the Demonic Saint. It guided me in my cultivation and accepted me as a disciple. That's why I was able to improve so much."

The reason was something that Ye Ling had already thought of. Otherwise, with his rapid growth in cultivation and his endless profound arts, he would have been treated as a weirdo.

Ye Ling was already a Supreme Saint Devil, and now that he added extra details to it, they complemented each other.

Sure enough, Ye Feng's face lit up as he hurriedly said in a low voice: "Ling'er, I never thought that you would have this kind of opportunity. However, this secret is enough to make you bleed and float on the oars."

Ye Ling nodded his head, and a warm feeling appeared in his heart.

Ye Feng glanced at Ye Ling from head to toe, full of gratification, "Good, good, the seventh level of the Martial Disciple Realm. Ye Feng scanned Ye Ling from head to toe, full of gratification," Good, the seventh level of the Martial Disciple Realm.

"Your son will remember that."

The father and son duo chatted in the secret chamber for a long time. No one knew what they were talking about. They only saw that Ye Ling had gone into seclusion the moment he came out.

One month later, Ye Ling came out of his closed-door cultivation and the Zhen Qi surrounding his body had completely vanished. No one knew how profound his power had become.

"Report!" Patriarch's secret letter! " The instant Ye Ling opened the door, a dark guard appeared, covered in dust. He was half-kneeling as he held up a secret letter.