C2311 The Ancient Book Collection Vault

The method that Ye Feng was talking about was strictly not a method.

He pressed his hand on the short sword, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly. The waterfall that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth was like a dragon that was about to come out of the water. In Ye Feng's eyes, this was not a disaster that would harm his cultivation, but a pulse that was about to erupt