Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

At this moment, everyone unexpectedly found themselves missing Ye Qingfeng terribly.

When the national dignity was being suppressed, Ye Qingfeng’s wild and arrogant personality was incredibly likable.

They particularly liked Ye Qingfeng’s fiery temper, fiercely slapping the faces of these foreign martial artists.

Sweeping away all resistance, wildly arrogant, brutally defeating this Holy Son.

Everyone was holding their breath, expectantly, gritting their teeth as they waited for the moment Ye Qingfeng would appear.

The anticipation of everyone, Ye Qingfeng naturally could not perceive, as his experiment was making great progress, about to succeed, making him immensely excited.

During this time, he had also communicated with the scientists in his hand, seeing Ye Qingfeng’s experiment, they were instantly envious.

During exchanges with Ye Qingfeng, the top scientists also felt greatly satisfied.

In Ye Qingfeng’s hands, they could learn those superficially terrifying and incredible theories, although unverifiable, they almost certainly believed them to be true.

Because Ye Qingfeng had never made a mistake.

These scientists wished they could follow Ye Qingfeng every day, discussing scientific knowledge with him.

However, Ye Qingfeng had no such leisure.

During this period, Little Yue finally broke through, becoming the first War Emperor Warrior by Ye Qingfeng’s side.

War Emperor Warriors not only can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, but can also fly in the sky, which made Little Yue overjoyed.

More importantly, there was something she could finally accomplish; the little girl immediately found Ye Qingfeng, shedding the usual black tight-fitting clothes, donning a short skirt from who knows where, accentuating her alluring figure, revealing her long, fair legs.

Her voluptuous body pressed against Ye Qingfeng, Little Yue’s body was as soft as if she had no bones, like a seductive water snake, entwining Ye Qingfeng, a fragrant aroma wafting.

Little Elf...

If Ye Qingfeng hadn’t still been experimenting, he might have gone wild once in the lab with Little Yue.

It must be said that Little Yue, having reached the War Emperor Realm, became increasingly enticing, her skin white as jade, smooth as silk, incomparably beautiful.

Her nose, eyes, and mouth became more perfect, with a faint spiritual charm, making people even more mesmerized.

This is the benefit brought by cultivation; in general, there are rarely ugly people in the cultivation world because the higher the cultivation, the more the spiritual charm improves the body.

Of course, the better one’s looks are initially, the more beautiful they become after cultivation.

Of course, a woman like Little Yue had incredibly elegant looks to begin with, and after breaking through, she only became more stunningly beautiful.

Just the sight of her supple body and long legs is enough to make many men fall for her.

After Little Yue finally left, Ye Qingfeng immersed himself deeper in his experiment, having reached a critical stage, about to succeed.

At this moment, by Cliff Lake, crowds surged, countless martial artists gathered here, showing no signs of leaving, instead attracting more martial artists.

Foreign martial artists also rushed here in greater numbers!

Martial artists from Yue Country came as well.

"The Holy Son of the Church intends to kill Ye Qingfeng, wonderful news!"

"Ye Qingfeng destroyed our entire Yue Country martial arts, annihilated the Ren Sha Sect, he deserves death, hopefully, that God of Kill can crush him!"

Yue Country martial artists harbored deep resentment towards Ye Qingfeng, even their gaze was filled with bitterness.

Not only did Ye Qingfeng annihilate Ren Sha Sect, but he also had a major battle with Yueping Team, leaving Ye Qingfeng trembling with fear, truly deserving the title God of Kill.

"Let’s hope he doesn’t end up being a coward!"

Three days later, martial artists and wealthy figures continued to take turns coming to the shore to watch, gathering thousands.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingfeng still hadn’t appeared.

Finally, an elder emerged from afar, dressed in hemp clothing, with a stooped, thin body, appearing like a dying old man.

This hemp-clad elder walked out from among the crowd, stepping along the lake towards the central pavilion.

Under his feet, ripples fanned out in circles.

"Such a brilliant movement technique!"

"Who is this elder?"

Everyone was astonished.

"He is the ancestor of Xingyi Boxing, Canal Elder!"

"Canal Elder, hasn’t he been dead for twenty years? Yet here he is alive!"

"Canal Elder, he’s still alive!"

Everyone exclaimed in shock, Huaxia finally had a strong figure stepping out, even without Ye Qingfeng, they could also battle.

No need for words, Feipu was the first to accept the challenge, engaging in a great battle with Canal Elder.

Though Canal Elder appeared frail, weak to even bind a chicken, in reality, his fist technique was fierce, a set of Xingyi Boxing unleashed with the ferocity of tigers and leopards bursting from a cage.

Feipu finally couldn’t withstand it, bringing out the Holy Grail, exploding with Holy Power, battling against Canal Elder!

Everyone’s hearts clenched, this Holy Grail, truly was formidable!

However this time, Canal Elder also brought out a pair of gloves, seemingly not common either, erupting into a paramount battle with Feipu.

Despite his withered body, Canal Elder erupted with an exceedingly fierce blood energy, his bloodline vigorous, a vast power of heaven and earth pouring out like a mountain, incredibly strong.

"Boom!"

Feipu took a few steps back, finally showing a hint of defeat.

"Feipu, step back, you are not his match!" the Holy Son softly said.

"Yes!"

Feipu respectfully stepped back.

"Let me see what the strength of Huaxia’s experts truly is!" the Holy Son said with a soft smile, a grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Enough talk, fight!"

Canal Elder coldly unleashed his fists, his fist intent vast and overwhelming, the pressure descending from the heavens.

Sweep away all resistance!

"Canal Elder, how strong you are!"

"Indeed, Huaxia still has its strong figures."

"What is Ye Qingfeng compared to this? It’s just that elders like Canal Elder are unwilling to bother with him, otherwise, he’d have been suppressed long ago!"

Those displeased with Ye Qingfeng shouted, their hearts discontented.

The Holy Son moved gently, every gesture noble, calmly battling Canal Elder as if completing a work of art.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Defeated? Canal Elder, defeated unexpectedly!"

"Beaten to the point of blood splattering everywhere, incapable of continuing the fight, how is it possible? This Holy Son, so strong!"

Everyone was stunned, the scene before their eyes hard to believe.

"The hidden experts of Huaxia? Seems they’re not up to much either." the Holy Son sneered, an airborne foot stamping directly on Canal Elder’s body. "Ye Qingfeng, do you dare to step out and fight!?"

At this moment, in Yanglong’s lab, Ye Qingfeng’s eyes suddenly lit up, after over ten days of research, what he wanted to develop had finally been successfully completed.

This thing in front of him, about a meter in length and width, like a big black box, but with an LCD screen on top, akin to a computer, operable at will.

"With this thing, I need to make another trip to Huaxia, and my plan can be implemented." Ye Qingfeng thought to himself calmly, with a hint of excitement.