Chapter 37
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Ling Xuanwu Province was founded on the sword. Therefore, for thousands of years, the inheritance was mainly based on sword techniques. Every time Long Bufan saw those Sky Origin Stage people flying on swords, his heart would surge with envy. He hoped that one day he would be able to show off.
"Long Bufan!"
Walking to the entrance of the hall, he suddenly heard a voice. Long Bufan turned his head and saw Yang Feng standing ten steps away, staring at him with a gloomy face.
The family heirloom was taken by an outsider. This was a huge blow to the arrogant Yang Feng. And the person who started all of this, Long Bufan, was undoubtedly a thorn in Yang Feng's side!
"Senior Yang Feng, in the future we will be disciples of the same hall. I hope you will take care of me." Long Bufan said with a smile.
"Don't worry, even if you don't say it, I will take care of you." Yang Feng clenched his teeth and continued with a cold voice: "If you know what's good for you, then return the White Jade Sword to me and I will consider letting bygones be bygones."
"If you agree to a bet, then you must accept defeat. Senior Yang Feng can't be such a sore loser, right?" Long Bufan said with a faint smile. He then deliberately adjusted the White Jade Sword at his waist to provoke the other. Two days ago, Yang Feng used a sneak attack on him, so his chest still felt a bit of pain.
"Bastard!" Yang Feng's face was ashen, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"This kid really has a glass heart. Just a little provocation and he gets angry." Long Bufan laughed in his heart. After testing the other's temperament, he would know how to deal with him in the future.
Seeing the other's killing intent, Long Bufan's right hand had already reached into his pocket and grabbed the pistol hidden in his pocket, just in case. In his heart, he was a bit doubtful whether the Type 4 or 5 pistol's power could break through Yang Feng's Yuan Qi shield. He thought about how to learn from Elder Xu how to increase the weapon's power and engrave it on the gun and bullets to increase the power.
Perhaps when he had the money, he would be able to refine a batch of powerful runic firearms and build his own army of steel demons to sweep across the continent.
Right when Long Bufan was planning a grand blueprint for the future, Yang Feng suppressed his rage in the end, and he grunted coldly before turning around and walking into the hall. Now, every time he glanced at Long Bufan, the rage in his heart grew even stronger, and it was as if a rock was stuck in his chest.
A martial artist's cultivation was not only to strengthen the body, but also to cultivate the mind. What mattered most was the smoothness of one's thoughts. But now, these distracting thoughts would inevitably affect Yang Feng's heart of martial arts, which was the so-called heart demon.
When one's' Qi 'was flowing smoothly, one's mood would be at ease. The Origin Qi in one's body would naturally circulate without any obstructions, and it would be easier for one's meridians to clear up. In other words, if one's Qi was not flowing smoothly, one's thoughts would be blocked. If one's mood was unhappy, it would cause one's Origin Qi to circulate unnaturally and accumulate in one's body. As a result, one's martial cultivation would stagnate.
Therefore, there was only one solution, which was to eliminate this stumbling block and cut off the heart demon!
But Ling Xuanwu Province's sect rules forbade the killing of fellow disciples, which was defined as a serious crime. The punishment was to abolish one's cultivation and expel them from the sect. With Yang Feng's temperament, he would not be able to bear such a price. Unless Long Bufan received a sect mission and went out to train, leaving the sect's eyes, then he would have the opportunity to act.
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