Chapter 76: Genius Sword Cultivator

  "Haha, what a character explosion?" The old man with the pipe knocked his pipe gently, and his small eyes smiled to almost a slit. He had just tested Hu Gao earlier, but didn't expect this kid to have some brains after all.

  As an old hand, he can naturally see that Yun Feng, although now with a relaxed and effortless appearance, has not yet reached the perfect level of controlling his power. Moreover, this guy is obviously aware of this point, but still dares to use fire poison to test his skills, really reckless.

  Young people these days are really getting harder and harder to understand!

  In the eyes of ordinary warriors, cultivation is nothing more than quickly reaching a high position and realm, gaining the upper hand, and displaying strength. After all, a high position and realm crushing those with low levels is only natural.

  Some martial artists, while cultivating their yuan force, also learn how to accumulate momentum, borrow momentum, and condense a kind of aura to enhance their strength. The legendary "Tiger's Fury" is the pursuit of this type of martial artist. Among those who have exchanged blows with Hu Gao, Guo De Yun's spear technique was only superficial, while Qi Hong was able to condense the "Tiger Aura", and this Yun Feng, in his sword moves and intentions, had a few hints of it.

  There is another boundary, as said by the old man with a pipe, pursuing control of power to strive for perfection. At that time, spreading out one's hands will encompass heaven and earth. This is also something that high-level martial artists must explore.

  Essence permeates the body, explosive yuan transforms shape, the division of boundaries is not just a matter of high or low yuan force as ordinary people understand.

  The yuanli, totem and yuandou, as well as the martial artist himself, are all manifestations of power.

  So, warriors are divided into four realms: the first is unable to cultivate and is a waste, the second has rapid yuan force growth and is a genius, the third can condense aura and is an expert, and the fourth controls power and is a great achiever.

  Hugao naturally knew the power of Huo poison, and with their current cultivation level, even if they had a perfect grasp of strength control, it would be difficult to truly mobilize the fire poison, unless their cultivation broke through to the explosive yuan realm, where they could control even stronger powers.

  This is Hu Gao's guess that Yun Feng will fail for the most part.

  "This little kid is different from others, that one sword of his, this old pipe of mine has a deep understanding." The pipe-smoking old man touched the pipe on his mouth, took a small puff, and smiled: "With your level, you can naturally see some shortcomings in Yun Feng's skills, right?"

  Hu Gao glanced at the old man with the pipe, understanding that he had seen through his fusion of two powers. The pipe that blocked the sword was, upon further reflection, a perfect control over power.

  This old man with a pipe is not simple, he must have hidden his true strength very deeply!

  Fortunately, the other party has not shown any malice towards me so far.

  Yunfeng must have grasped a very powerful sword momentum and sword intent, with high cultivation on the sword, to achieve such precise and accurate dispersal of the floating fire poison. However, Yunfeng's control over his strength is not perfect, and he cannot dispel the scattered fire poison at will; once there is an error, it will fall back onto himself.

  "His swordsmanship was impressive, and it seemed to have been improved upon, but no matter how powerful the sword energy storm was, it would still be imperfect. If Yun Feng's body were to come into contact with even a hint of fire poison, all his efforts would be undone, and he might even be consumed by the fire poison."

  Hu Gao looked up at Yun Feng's figure and expressed his own opinion to Grandpa Smoke.

  The old man with the pipe nodded in agreement, saying: "Yunfeng is indeed a talented swordsman, but his sword energy storm lacks control over its power, it can't be made to be airtight, and when he's exhausted, he's bound to make mistakes."

  Is it congenital deficiency?

  Hú Gāo listened to Yān Dǒu's comments and couldn't help but worry about that sword genius.

  "The possibility of him being killed by the fire poison is too great, should I lend a hand to save him? If I do, it might attract attention from many people... Will this pipe-smoking old man make a move?"

  Hú Sī Luàn Xiǎng, chén yūn bàn zhōu, Hú Gāo zài tái tóu kàn le yǎn shàng kōng de yún fēng.

  Translation:

  He thought wildly and hesitated for a long time, then Hu Gao looked up at the clouds in the sky again.

  The latter has entered the central area of ??the fire poison, and now he looks majestic, admired by many people. However, Hu Gao keenly discovered that every time he draws his sword now, it's not as calm as when he first started.

  Yun Feng probably understands himself too.

  The black fire lotus closest to Yun Feng now only had five wind holes left, but Hu Gao felt that he seemed to be having a hard time holding on.

  Hu Gao's eyes seemed to have a hint of painful struggle, he looked at the Wuying Sword in his hand and immediately vetoed it. Even if he wanted to save him, he absolutely couldn't waste his own weapon.

  "Little doll, aren't you going to take action? Lend a hand and who knows, maybe you can get back the Black Fire Lotus." Old Man Smokepipe was encouraging Hu Gao from the side.

  "Uncle Pipe, lend me your pipe for a smoke." Hu Gao's eyes fell on the long-stemmed pipe and he casually came up with an excuse, "I'm feeling a bit tense, smoking will help calm me down."

  "Not on your life!" The old man was no fool and saw right through Hu Gao's tricks.

  "You're as good as dead!" Hu Gao slapped him on the head with his hat.

  "My pipe is more important than my life!" The old man with the pipe had an expression full of determination, if you dare to touch my pipe again, I'll throw you away!

  Damn it! Hu Gao glared at the old man with great displeasure.

  At this time, Yun Feng was already showing some signs of strain, but the ordinary cultivators below seemed to be completely unaware.

  He thrust out a sharp sword again, dispersing the fire poison that had sprayed out. Yun Feng suddenly accelerated his speed, and it seemed he was about to cross over this wind tunnel. It could be seen that at this moment, in order to cross this wind tunnel, he had already used up all his strength, because the energy inside his body was almost depleted.

  The end is in sight!

  As long as you cross this wind tunnel, you can safely pick the black fire lotus without any danger, and then just take a short rest to recover your physical strength, you can jump down directly from above, no need to go back the original way, and be immune to fire poison.

  Thinking that he would soon be able to pick the Black Fire Lotus, a gentle smile floated on Yun Feng's mouth. "Yun Sheng, brother said that he will definitely collect enough Black Fire Lotus for you, so that you can go further on your cultivation path. Others may not support you, but brother supports you."

  "Huh? What?"

  However, at this moment, Yunfeng suddenly had a strong sense of crisis in his heart, as if someone was about to stab him from behind and his life was hanging by a thread. He quickly turned around and saw a very weak black gas flying towards him.

  "Fire poison!"

  Yun Feng's body hair stood on end.

  At this time, he was at the entrance of the wind tunnel, let alone a ball of fire poison, even a small wisp could trap him to death.

  But faced with this drop of fire poison, he was fundamentally unable to cope, and there was no extra power in his body. Moreover, he had to quickly stabilize his body shape, and if he didn't, he would fall to the ground, and at that time, he would be directly swallowed by other fire poisons, without any chance of survival.

  This strand of fire poison in front of him may not directly take his life, but it will also bring him serious injury and indirectly cause himself to lose his life.

  If he jumps down directly now and gives up his previous efforts, it's no problem to save his life.

  Is that all?

  "This time I was able to rush here, relying on my willpower. If I give up, this black lotus flower may never have a chance again. Moreover, as a sword cultivator, how can I easily retreat when I am about to succeed?"

  In an instant, the aura around Yun Feng's body became sharp and unmatched, like a dragon rising to the sky, emitting an unstoppable momentum.

  Yun Feng's left hand swept back, using his hand as a sword, bringing with it a gust of wind to slash at the thread of fire poison. His right hand, however, grasped his sword, stabbing it into the rock wall, attempting to steady his body in this way.

  He himself was at a critical juncture and suddenly realized this "left circle right square" "left line right point", but Yun Feng's heart didn't have the slightest joy, because he was about to sacrifice his left arm for his younger brother.

  Yunsheng, brother lost an arm, right hand can still wield a sword, but you lost a black fire lotus, and lost a glimmer of hope.

  Yun Sheng, for you, brother is willing to make sacrifices!

  Yun Feng's hands moved swiftly and smoothly, abandoning the pawn to protect the chariot, shielding himself and that one glimmer of hope from the rapidly approaching fiery poison.

  At this critical moment, a white light suddenly broke through the air and accurately blocked the fire poison and Yunfeng's fingertips.

  Yun Feng only felt a coolness at his fingertips, and with the last of his strength, he grasped the hilt of his sword and lifted off the ground, safely landing at the entrance of Hei Huo Lian's cave.

  "What a close call!"

  Yun Feng took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but he didn't expect that he had overestimated his own strength. If it weren't for someone else's timely rescue, he would have almost lost his life.

  He turned around and looked in the direction where the white light had just shot, on a nearby cliff wall, a long sword was steadily inserted there, emitting a humming sound.

  This is the long sword thrown out by Hu Gao! The old man with a pipe didn't see death and rescue, and somehow took out a long sword that looked like it was made of good material from a martial artist's body, and cut the flesh to give it to Hu Gao.

  At this time, in the midst of his astonishment at Yun Feng's final move, Hu Gao saw something even more astonishing.

  "Hahaha!"

  The black gas that stuck to the long sword seemed like the most terrifying strong sulfuric acid in the world, directly corroding the long sword slowly into a hole, breaking it open, falling to the ground, and the corrosion area rapidly expanded. In less than two breaths of time, the entire long sword had become a pile of black water, emitting a terrifying high temperature.

  "Hiss!"

  At this scene, Yunfeng suddenly inhaled a cold breath.

  If the fire poison had just dripped onto himself, the consequences would not have been as simple as cutting off one arm as he had imagined!

  Yun Feng subconsciously looked in the direction where the long sword was thrown, and suddenly saw Hu Gao standing there with a light and airy expression, but that face...

  I didn't owe him money, did I?

  After confirming that he and Hu Gao were indeed strangers, Yun Feng's heart surged with a hint of gratitude, nodding slightly towards the latter. However, his mind was slightly puzzled - why did this benefactor stare at him with such an intense gaze? It was somewhat strange.

  He withdrew his gaze and Cloud Parting took the Black Fire Lotus directly. Then, with a movement of his body, he flew down from above.