C37 Yang feng's heart demon
The Spirit Profound Martial House was established by the sword, so all the legacies that had been passed down for thousands of years were mainly focused on sword practice. Every time Long Bufan saw those Sky Origin Stage cultivators riding the sword, he was filled with envy, hoping that he would be able to act cool one day.
"Long Bufan!"
When he walked to the entrance of the hall, he suddenly heard a voice. Long Bufan turned to see that Yang Feng was standing ten steps away from him, staring at him with a gloomy expression.
Having his family's treasure being possessed was a huge blow to the normally arrogant Yang Feng, and the one who started all of this, Long Bufan, was undoubtedly a thorn in his eye, a thorn in his flesh!
"Senior Brother Yang Feng, we will be disciples of the same hall from now on, I hope that you will take care of me." Long Bufan laughed with a smirk on his face.
"Don't worry, even if you didn't say anything, I would've specially taken care of you." Yang Feng clenched his teeth, and continued in a sinister voice: "If you are sensible, then hand the yuanjian over to me. I can also consider letting bygones be bygones."
"If you admit defeat, Senior Brother Yang Feng can't afford to lose, can you?" Long Bufan said with a bland smile, then he deliberately adjusted the stimulation of the yuanjian tied around his waist. The hidden trick Yang Feng used two days ago still hurt his chest somewhat.
"Bastard!" Yang Feng's face turned green, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"This kid really has a heart of glass. How could he be so infuriated by a little provocation?" Long Bufan snickered in his heart. After finding out the other party's personality, he would then know how he would handle the situation in the future.
Seeing that the other party was releasing his killing intent, Long Bufan's right hand had already secretly entered his pocket and grabbed the gun hidden inside, just in case. However, he was still a little suspicious of whether the power of the type 45 handgun could break through Yang Feng's Essence Barrier. He wondered if he could learn how to increase the attack power of the handgun from the Elder Xu.
Who knows? Maybe when the time comes, he would have enough money to refine a batch of powerful rune firearms and build his own iron demonic soldiers to sweep across the continent.
Just as Long Bufan was planning his grand future, Yang Feng finally suppressed his anger and snorted coldly as he turned around and walked into the hall. Every time he looked at Long Bufan again, the anger in his heart grew stronger, as if there was a rock blocking his chest.
When warriors trained, not only did they have to strengthen their body and strengthen their mental state, they also had to cultivate their mind. They had to quickly show their grudges and favors, paying attention to the flow of their thoughts and emotions, but now these distracting thoughts were definitely affecting Yang Feng's heart of martial arts, which was also known as the inner demon.
The Qi had been smoothing out, and he was in a good mood. The Yuan Qi inside his body was flowing smoothly, and his vessels were connected easily. In other words, if one's anger failed, then their thoughts would be blocked. If one was unhappy, then it would cause the origin energy to flow unnaturally. It would accumulate in their body and form an anger, causing their martial arts cultivation to stagnate.
Therefore, there was only one solution, and that was to eliminate this stumbling block and sever the devil in his heart!
However, the sect rules of the Spirit Profound Martial House stated that they could not kill their own sect brothers, and defined it as a felony. The punishment they got was the abolition of their cultivation, and the expulsion of their own sect. With Yang Feng's personality, this kind of price was unbearable, unless Long Bufan accepted the sect's mission and went out to train in a while, and left the sect's eyes, he would have the chance to take action.
Waiting, this was his current strategy to not be impulsive!
