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At the same time, in a dense forest, the surrounding trees were lush and the grass was overgrown. From time to time, the cries of birds could be heard.1
Lu Feng was standing in the middle of the forest with a thick killing intent between his eyebrows. The long sword in his hand danced non-stop as his body flew up and down, leaving shallow and deep sword marks on the surrounding tree trunks.
"Ye Kai! Ye Kai! It's all Ye Kai's fault, why can't you just look at me? Just which part of him is better than me? His voice was low and hoarse, like a beast's.
"This young master is truly skilled in sword art. I am impressed!"
Just as he was venting the anger in his heart, a teasing voice came from the dense forest, accompanied by clapping and applause.
"Who is it!" Lu Feng sheathed his sword, as he coldly asked while looking in the direction of the sound.
A youth around his grade walked out from behind a tree. His face had a slight smile on it, and he looked warm and comfortable.
Lu Feng sized him up, his voice softening a little as he asked, "You're looking for me?"
"Other than you and me, is there anyone else here?" The youth asked noncommittally.
Lu Feng frowned. At this time, he was not in the mood to talk to anyone. He only wanted to vent the anger in his heart and directly asked, "Is there anything?"
"My surname is Ye, and I have the same name as Young Master Feng." Ye Feng smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Lu Feng to show his friendliness.
With regards to the fact that Ye Feng didn't answer him earlier, it was obvious that he was somewhat unhappy. He frowned, thought for a moment, and in the end, still reached out his hand and shook hands with Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was not very famous, but his older brother Ye Jingyun was one of the few outer sect disciples. Other than the rarely seen number one disciple in the outer sect, almost no one was willing to provoke Ye Jingyun, because of that duel a year ago, Ye Jingyun had beheaded a warrior of the Ninth Layer as an outer sect disciple with the strength of a warrior of the eighth stage.
One year ago, his strength had already reached such a terrifying level. No one knew what level he had reached now, and no matter what, Lu Feng would not dare to offend such a powerful person.
After the two of them released their hands, Ye Feng did not immediately explain his purpose for coming here. Instead, he walked up to a big tree, where Lu Feng's sword mark was still visible. Ye Feng extended his hand and gently caressed that sword mark with a sigh.
"Young master, are you worrying about something?"
Lu Feng had gone to look for Ye Kai more than once, and this had already attracted his attention. That was why he decided to come find Ye Kai himself, hoping to win him over to deal with him together with him.
Lu Feng's expression turned cold again, "How did you know?"
"Young master, please don't blame me. I had some conflicts with Ye Kai, so I've been keeping an eye on him. I knew that Young Master would come looking for him in the next few days."
He liked Su Rou, but Su Rou only treated him as an elder brother. That liking did not even give him the courage to say it.
"I wonder if Young Master Lu intends to deal with that Ye Kai?" After some questioning, Ye Feng finally revealed his purpose for coming here.
"How should I deal with it?" Lu Feng pondered for a moment. To deal with Ye Kai, having a few helpers was not a bad thing, so why not?
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