Full-time King

Ouyang Ye let go of the Demon Lord and said to him, "I'm sorry, I was too worried about Ling Feng's safety just now, so I did something so extreme."

The Demon Lord was not a petty person, "It's okay, it's normal for me to be misunderstood."

After the Demon Lord finished speaking, he squatted down and personally checked the bloodstains on the ground. There were no signs of fighting, which meant that Ling Feng was not taken away by anyone, but left on his own.

The Demon Lord said to Ouyang Ye: "Ling Feng should be fine. There are no signs of fighting here. Ling Feng vomited blood, which should be due to internal injuries."

Ouyang Ye didn't expect that the Demon Lord would check so carefully. If Ling Feng was fine, then where is he now?

"You said Ling Feng left on his own. Do you know where Ling Feng is?"

The Demon Lord shook his head. It was impossible for him to determine Ling Feng’s exact location without a contractual relationship with him.

"I don't know. We can only wait for Ling Feng to show up himself."

Ouyang Ye thought this was nonsense. He had no choice but to wait. If Ling Feng didn't come back, he would not be able to complete the task.

At this time, Ling Feng was over there.

After Ling Feng jumped into the vat, he had never thought that the vat would be so big, and his feet did not touch the ground at all. He was in a completely unfamiliar space, and he had no idea what space this was.

The elder said beside Ling Feng: "You should regulate your breathing here, but in the process of regulating your breathing, you will feel that life is worse than death. As long as your strength is restored, you will not feel that kind of pain. I can only say that everything depends on you."

Ling Feng followed the elder's instructions and had been regulating his breathing in the large vat for two hours.

During this process, Ling Feng felt very painful at first, but gradually he got used to the pain.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a man in white standing in front of him. He was different from Daohun.

Ling Feng looked at the person in front of him. He felt that this face was very familiar, and then his pupils widened. Isn't this person himself?

The other party's motionless appearance made Ling Feng doubt whether his soul had left his body.

But just when Ling Feng thought so, the eyes of the person in front of him turned purple.

Ling Feng was not unfamiliar with this color, because He Huan said that when he became powerful, his eyes would turn purple. Seeing the other person's face filled with anger, Ling Feng frowned. Did he provoke him?

Then, the opponent drew out his sword and swung it towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng quickly dodged when he swung the knife.

Ling Feng patted his chest. He didn't expect it to be so powerful.

The opponent seemed to have no feeling and just kept hacking away desperately.

Ling Feng looked at this attack and was very confused. Why would there be a person who looked exactly like him in this big vat?

Ling Feng didn't understand, but the other party kept hacking at him.

He spent a lot of effort to dodge.

Ling Feng pulled out his sword and found that the color of his sword was different from the other's. Ling Feng wanted to try it out and see what power a sword with a different color would have.

Ling Feng didn't even open his mouth to speak to the other party, and the other party continued to attack.

Ling Feng faced the sharp blade. Now that his body had recovered, he could fight him head-on.

When the swords of both parties collided with each other, Ling Feng discovered that the opponent's strength was much stronger than his own.

When the sword in Ling Feng's hand collided with the opponent's sword, Ling Feng was directly bounced back by a force.

Ling Feng had no way of resisting this force with his own strength alone.

Ling Feng took several steps back. He carefully observed every move the opponent used. They were fast, accurate and ruthless. His own moves were also fast, but very chaotic, completely different from the opponent's.

Ling Feng observed his opponent carefully, and also weighed his own strength against his opponent's.

When Ling Feng jumped up, he swung his sword and slashed directly at the opponent.

The opponent's movements were also very fast, a complete replica of mine, but much more powerful than mine. His movements were as light as a swallow, and he dodged my attack in an instant. If it were me, there would be no way I could dodge at such a fast speed.

Ling Feng understood his own shortcomings during the confrontation with his opponent, but he still couldn't figure out that there was a copy of himself in this big vat. This copy of himself was more powerful than the original self.

Ling Feng adapted to the opponent's attack, but he still couldn't be as light as a swallow, and his speed was still much slower than his.

There was a cut on Ling Feng's body.

But Ling Feng was still able to respond calmly, and after careful observation, since the opponent used the same moves as himself, he could find his own shortcomings from the opponent's moves, and also find his own shortcomings in the opponent.

Ling Feng looked at the opponent and felt that although his movements were coherent and fast, there was one thing: he was merely copying all his moves. If he wanted to defeat him, he could only use moves that he had never used before. Only in this way could he catch his opponent by surprise.

When Ling Feng thought of this, he swung his knife and chopped directly towards the opponent's upper body.

The opponent's reflexes were also very quick. When Ling Feng chopped at him, he was well prepared and directly caught Ling Feng's attack.

Ling Feng thought he had no way to block it, but he didn't expect that he actually blocked it. It seems that he still needs to use other methods.

Ling Feng retreated and the opponent began to attack.

Ling Feng began to use Netherworld Fire, his Netherworld Fire could burn everything.

But Ling Feng discovered that the opponent's Netherworld Fire was more powerful than his own. Why was the copy more powerful than his own?

Ling Feng didn't even think about it. Since he was so powerful, he accepted the challenge. If he couldn't even defeat his own copy, how could he surpass it?

When two sides fight, one of them is bound to be injured.

During the battle, Ling Feng found that he had learned a lot of skills and the coherence of his moves.

"Boom..."

Ling Feng kicked the other person away.

At the same time, the sword in Ling Feng's hand also changed color during the battle with the opponent, and its luster became much brighter than before.

When Ling Feng was about to chop down, the opponent disappeared.

The old man could see everything in the vat through the sky realm, which was not bad. He thought that it would take a long time for Ling Feng to break through. His learning ability and acceptance ability were both abnormal, which made the old man admire him.

Ling Feng looked at the sword in his hand, which was as red as a cow drinking blood. In this shape, is this the true shape of the sword?

Ling Feng didn't know. After he left the vat, he would ask the elder and he would know. Ling Feng looked at this space, his eyebrows slightly knitted. How was he going to get out?

Ling Feng originally wanted to jump out, but he couldn't find an exit. The only way he could think of was to break the jar.

Ling Feng gripped the sword tightly with both hands and chopped it down fiercely.

"Snapped--"

The big jar was chopped into pieces by Ling Feng with a single blow.

The old man looked at the big jar in his collection being broken by Ling Feng. He felt a little distressed. He looked at Ling Feng and said unhappily: "Ling Feng, you little bastard, you actually broke my treasure."

Ling Feng looked at the fragments on the ground. He didn't know how to get out. There was no other way, so he had to do this.

"Lord, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that. You see, when I went in, you didn't remind me how to get out. I can only use such a stupid method. Please be magnanimous and don't be angry."

The elder looked at Ling Feng. He was not a stingy person. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I forgive you. How do you feel in the big vat?"

"I feel pretty good. My body has almost recovered. But I don't understand why there is a copy of me in the vat?"

The elder knew that Ling Feng didn't know, so he explained: "It's like this, the big vat you went into was not just for you to heal your wounds, have you forgotten why I asked you to bring the sword in?"

Ling Feng looked at the sword in his hand.

"Lord, my sword wasn't this color before, why is it red now?"

"This is the original form of your sword. It has remained in that state for ten thousand years. Your strength has improved this time, and the sword will also improve with you. Boy, you are not bad. You can comprehend it in an instant."

"Lord, I have been through many battles, so I have learned to observe. If I don't observe my opponent carefully, I will be miserable in the end. You can't just rely on brute force in a fight, you have to rely on your brain. Otherwise, if you rely on brute force, there are many people who are stronger than you. If you fight against a strong person head-on, it will be like an egg hitting a stone."

Ling Feng put away your sword.

"Lord, I have something else to do. If I encounter any difficulties in the future, I will come to you again."

The elder looked at Ling Feng and thought, it's better not to come to me, otherwise my library will lose something again.

After Ling Feng left the library, he went straight back to where he lived.

As soon as he appeared, Qin Xiaoshuang threw herself into his arms and asked with a sob, "Ling Feng, where have you been?"

Ling Feng looked at the person in his arms and said softly, "Why are you crying? I was just going out for a walk."

Chen Yajie and Han Xiangxiang also shed tears as they looked at Ling Feng and said in unison: "Ling Feng, you really made us worry too much."

Ling Feng looked at the group of people in his room and asked, "Why are you all in my room?"

Ouyang Ye was relieved to see Ling Feng was safe and sound, and explained: "Ling Feng, we saw blood stains in your room and were worried that something happened to you. You rarely bleed, and now we suddenly see so much blood in your room, we are worried about you."

Ling Feng looked at the dried blood on the ground. He felt embarrassed for making everyone worry.

"I'm fine now, don't worry. I just found a quiet place to regulate my breathing. I'm done now."