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After a few breaths of time, a yellow figure appeared in front of Ye Feng. It was blurry, with a body similar to Ye Feng, and though its cultivation was only at the early stage of the Half-Step Innate Stage, the weapon in its hand was a sword.

The yellow light was clearly stronger than the orange Demonic Beast.

He did not just instinctively pounce and kill, but performed a sword skill. With a shake of the Longsword in his hand, a faint sword image filled the air. The technique he executed was extremely exquisite.

Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a strange light, although the yellow light seemed like a person's cultivation level was not strong, his fighting strength was even stronger than most of the late stage or perfect Martial Cultivator s.

He should be a genius who could jump levels and challenge others.

However, no matter how strong an opponent with such cultivation was, it would not be enough for Ye Feng.

With a quick step, he instantly arrived in front of the yellow light figure. He hacked out with his short iron rod, directly striking at the shadow of the light figure's sword.

Bang

An explosion sounded in the space.

Ye Feng's short iron rod messed up the sword moves that the light man had released, then he rushed forward and fiercely punched the light man in the chest.

If it was a person with a physical body or a Demonic Beast, this punch would definitely be able to send the opponent flying.

However, although the light that was formed from the yellow light was real, it was not real. After being punched by Ye Feng, the light spots on his chest started to dissipate, like wax melting, and started to follow Ye Feng's fist into his body.

Just like the orange speck of light before, the yellow speck of light also went through Ye Feng's body once, turning into a refined Vital Qi, and sank into his dantian.

It was just that this Vital Qi was more refined than the orange dot of light.

Almost one tenth of the Vital Qi in Ye Feng's Dantian was replaced.

”What is the origin of this Profound One Sect? It can actually directly increase the cultivation of the Martial Cultivator and increase the Vital Qi in his dantian by a huge amount?” The suspicions in Ye Feng's mind grew.

Killing a yellow light man would allow one to obtain 10% of the Vital Qi in one's dantian. In other words, killing 10 light men would allow one's dantian to reach its maximum capacity.

It had to be known that although Ye Feng was only at the perfection-stage of the Clear Heart Stage, his strength was so strong that the capacity of his dantian would definitely not lose to an ordinary Martial Cultivator at the peak of the Half-Step Innate Stage.

Within the Heavenly Essence Country, even a Martial Cultivator with seven meridians and eight meridians would need at least a year and a half to reach the maximum capacity to cultivate the Vital Qi to its maximum capacity when he was half a step into perfection.

Such speed could only be described as terrifying.

To be able to create such a scene in the Profound One Sect, the underlying strength must not be some kind of Third Grade Sect. At this moment, Ye Feng had completely overturned the Third Prince's comment about the secret realm.

Red, orange, yellow, and green. Next, green rays of light would appear, and the energy contained within this green light would be ten times stronger than yellow.

Could it be that as long as he defeated a man or Demonic Beast transformed by green light, he would be able to replace the entire Vital Qi in his dantian?

If that was the case, his strength would probably still be able to increase by ten to twenty percent, and entering the Half-Step Innate Stage would be much easier.

Ye Feng could not help but secretly look forward to it.

However, the green light he had been waiting for did not appear as expected. After approximately ten breaths, the space in front of Ye Feng lit up, and a faintly translucent figure appeared in the center of the space.

”Why did the opponent that appeared this time become a ghost?”

No matter what, let's kill him first.

After releasing a low and deep roar, Ye Feng raised the short iron rod in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed towards the illusory figure.