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The joy in Yi Feng's heart was self-evident. It had even reached the point of ecstasy. With the Purple Cloud Boots, he could escape the pursuit of experts below the Sky Breaking Stage.

There were almost no people that could fly. Only a small number of people had this kind of special flying machine. The value of it was hard to estimate.

Standing in the air, Yi Feng looked high-spirited, as if there was nothing in this world that could stop his steps. One day, he would be able to look down on the world with his true power.

Feeling the rapid consumption of Zhen Qi in his body, Yi Feng could not help but be surprised. In that moment, the Qi inside the Qi Swirl had actually used 20 to 30% of his Qi. He could not help but bitterly smile in his heart; his cultivation was too low, and he could not use the Purple Cloud Boots for long periods of time.

With a flick of his body, Yi Feng appeared in the yard with a smile on his face. The surprise and joy that the Purple Cloud Boots brought to Yi Feng was simply too unexpected.

Yi Feng did not take off his Purple Cloud Boots, but continued to wear them on his feet. After all, they were no different from ordinary boots without Zhen Qi.

With the Purple Cloud Boots, Yi Feng's speed would be greatly improved. A normal beginner Martial Master would be much slower than Yi Feng in terms of speed.

Yi Feng was not prepared to let other people know about the existence of the Purple Cloud Boots. As his most mysterious trump card, unless it was absolutely necessary, Yi Feng would not let anyone else know about the existence of the Purple Cloud Boots.

The temptation of the Purple Cloud Boots was much greater for martial artists than for high-grade or even top-grade cultivation techniques.

After trying to use the Purple Cloud Boots for a while, Yi Feng began to train. A few hours later, the true energy that had been depleted by the iron box was completely restored. He turned his right hand and a bottle of pills appeared in his palm.

It was the Illusory Eye Pill Elder Zhuo. There were only two pills in the bottle. Yi Feng took one out and looked at it for a moment before swallowing it.

Previously, he had been meditating and cultivating to adjust his condition. After all, Yi Feng had just recovered and was not suitable for the Black Eye Technique.

He was only two months away from entering the Netherworld Tower. Yi Feng decided to practice the Black Eye Technique before that and try his best to increase his trump card.

After swallowing the Illusory Eye Pill, Yi Feng started to circulate the Zhen Qi in his body according to the Secret Art of the Mysterious Eye.

An hour later, the effects of the Illusory Pupil Pill started to take effect. Yi Feng's eyes started to have a strange feeling as he slowly injected his Zhen Qi into his eyes according to the Mysterious Pupil Technique.

The moment the zhen qi entered his eyes, Yi Feng suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were completely bloodshot.

Yi Feng could feel an intense swelling pain in his eyes, as if his eyeballs were about to burst. He forced himself to keep silent. If he wanted to succeed, he would have to endure what ordinary people could not.

However, the pain in his eyes was far too intense. Yi Feng clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms and bleeding profusely. Yi Feng showed no signs of stopping, instead, he increased the circulation of his Zhen Qi.

Yi Feng's eyes were undergoing a strange transformation. The pupils in his eyeballs were slowly disintegrating. At this moment, Yi Feng's eyes were already bleeding.

It looked like Yi Feng was extremely scary. He opened his eyes, and fresh blood flowed out from them. His pupils had been strangely separated.

Several hours later, when Yi Feng's eyes were already numb, the pain lessened a little.

Right now, the pupils in Yi Feng's eyes had been completely split into two, one was bigger and the other was smaller. At the same time, Yi Feng did not care about the pain. He quickly operated his zhen qi to control the pupils in his eyes according to the [Black Pupil Mantra].

Under the guidance of the Zhen Qi, the pupil in his eyes started to move extremely slowly. One had to admit that the Mystic Eye Art was extremely mysterious; it could actually split a person's pupil into two.

The pupils that were smaller began to move towards the back of the pupils that were larger, but their speed was extremely slow. Even after a few hours, they were only able to move a little.

Just like this, Yi Feng devoted his whole body and soul into the cultivation of the Black Eye Art.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and Yi Feng's eyes were almost fully formed.

Actually, Yi Feng's pupils had already formed three days ago, it was just that Yi Feng's pupils were not completely stable. He would need to cultivate for a few days to recover.

If one did not carefully observe Yi Feng's eyes right now, they would only feel that Yi Feng's eyes were slightly smaller than the others'.

As soon as the pupils formed, Yi Feng did not immediately practice the Black Eye Technique to avoid causing irreparable damage to the eyes.

Yi Feng opened his eyes and looked around. He didn't feel anything strange about his eyes, so he relaxed. After resting for a few days, he would truly begin to practice the Black Pupil Art.

Just as he was thinking about some tricks of the Black Eye Art, he suddenly heard an explosion. Yi Feng, who often fought, knew that this was the result of the intense attacks from both sides.

Since he had to rest now, he might as well go out and see who was fighting. Actually, Yi Feng was very curious, since there were people fighting on the Clear Spring Peak, hearing the explosion just now, the battle must have been very intense.

Without using the Steps of the Wind, Yi Feng infused his true qi into the Purple Cloud Boots to control his speed. This way, others wouldn't suspect the Purple Cloud Boots and he would be able to familiarize himself with it.

Moments later, Yi Feng arrived at a courtyard on the mountainside where the sound of fighting was coming from.

However, when Yi Feng arrived, there were already six people standing outside the yard. They were all staring intently at the empty space in front of the yard.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Sounds of fighting could be heard from the open ground. Two people were fighting at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged hundreds of blows.

As if sensing Yi Feng's arrival, the six people who were watching all turned to look at Yi Feng at the same time and nodded their heads. Only Xue Yue looked at him for a moment before retracting her gaze and looking back at the battle.

Bi Wan made a face at Yi Feng. Even though she hadn't seen Yi Feng for half a month, she felt that there must be some changes to Yi Feng's body. However, she couldn't tell what that feeling was.

Bi Wan wasn't the only one with this thought. The other five people had this strange feeling. However, this secret related to cultivation, no one was stupid enough to ask Yi Feng what had happened.

Of the two people, Yi Feng recognized one of them; it was Du Bin, one of the Seven Scions of the Clear Spring. At this moment, the one battling with Du Bin was a young man in a blue robe.

The blue-robed youth was extremely handsome. His height was 1.8 meters, and he had blue hair. His movements were nimble and confident, making him look exceptionally attractive.

The two of them were about the same strength, and it would be difficult to determine the victor in a short period of time. However, the moment Yi Feng arrived, Du Bin's attacks became much fiercer.

The blue-robed young man who was fighting against Du Bin could only smile bitterly. Why did this fellow suddenly go berserk? Could it be that it has something to do with the young man who just arrived? His eyes unconsciously shifted to the spectating youngster.

The youth's face was indifferent and his eyes were calm. There was no hint of sadness or joy in them, as if the fight on the stage had nothing to do with him.

The blue-robed young man was startled the moment he saw the young man's eyes. He whispered in his heart: "This young man has double pupils?"

When he looked into the youth's eyes again, he didn't notice anything unusual. The blue-robed young man couldn't help but think: could it be that he was seeing things?