Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 995: What is the war about? It's money!

If you don’t have enough mana, you can make up for it with magic weapons.

Ye Feng's playing style perfectly explains what an ordinary player is and what a krypton gold player is.

Although the power of the talisman cannot last for long, its power is not weak.

A normal cultivator would only carry three or five talismans at most, which he would use to save his life at critical moments.

There is almost no other young cultivator like Ye Feng who carries hundreds of talismans with him in the world.

As Ye Feng activated the talismans on a large scale, the demon sect disciples who were besieging them immediately became miserable.

Several disciples of the Demon Sect were struck by lightning and burned by flames.

Although this will not take their lives, it can cause them great harm.

Under the effect of the talisman, the demon monks were unable to resist.

Yun Shuang'er, Shen Tianqi and Ling Yunzhi thought that Ye Feng would take the opportunity to distance himself from these demonic monks.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng did not play by the rules. After tearing a hole with the talisman, he immediately flew towards the direction of Jiaotai Hall, screaming.

Tonight made Ye Feng realize one thing, that is, everything he had learned in the past six months was just theory.

A one-on-one fight in the ring and a real multiplayer melee are two completely different things.

No one will take your life in the ring, all you need to do is to keep your mind focused on the attacks and moves of your opponent.

However, the actual battle between cultivators is a completely different situation.

It is not as simple as locking onto one or two people. It is necessary to use spiritual consciousness and mental power to lock onto everyone, as well as the magic weapons, supernatural powers, etc. that these people use to attack from all directions.

This made Ye Feng suddenly understand a sentence: in the midst of thousands of troops, personal bravery is nothing.

Yes, there is no comparison between a one-on-one fight and a multi-person fight.

In such a melee, if one is not careful, a master may have his head chopped off by a flying sword controlled by a low-level cultivator.

Therefore, whether it was the Immortal Hunting War back then, or the war between good and evil in the last one or two thousand years, the battlefield was divided into two groups, and the real masters almost always fought one-on-one above the nine heavens.

Disciples with lower cultivation levels, hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, form a magic circle.

The formations of both sides released flying swords and magic weapons from a long distance, and not many people would die even if they fought for a whole day.

Generally, the two sides have to fight for ten days or so before the winner is determined.

When facing a siege from many people, Ye Feng could not use many of his unique skills and magical powers.

"Teacher Zhuge! Teacher Li! I, Ye Feng, am here to support you again!"

"You little brat, what are you doing here? It's dangerous here, get out of here!"

Zhuge Xuance saw Ye Feng flying towards them again, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.

Although the Confucians did not inform Your Majesty of what happened tonight, the six sub-sages have already made many arrangements for tonight.

In the current situation, apart from the sudden appearance of many Buddhist monks in Chongyifang and their fight with the mysterious strong man, everything else is within the calculations of the six sub-saints.

Ye Feng came over to make trouble at this time, which made Zhuge Xuance and Li Ling speechless.

Ye Feng didn't know about Confucianism's plan. As a good student who respected his teacher, he would never let his teacher be in danger.

With Ye Feng using hundreds of talismans to clear the way, and with the help of these four young masters who continuously activated powerful sword techniques, they were able to break into the weak area of ​​the Demon Cult camp from the northeast direction above.

An elder from the Demon Sect who had reached the Divine Silence Realm was struck by lightning seven or eight times. He blew out black air from his mouth and said with gritted teeth, "You little bastard, you don't have any talismans anymore? I'm going to kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng pulled out a two-foot square wooden box from the black silk bracelet.

There are fucking talismans inside.

However, this time it was not the Confucian talisman he drew with his magic brush, but the talisman of the Yunhai Sect that he got from Feng Biehe in Lingbao Temple.

Seeing the box full of talismans, the demon sect master who was about to rush over to kill Ye Feng stopped abruptly.

Ye Feng grabbed a handful of talismans and put them in his arms, then threw the wooden box to Yun Shuang'er and shouted, "Use the talismans to deal with them!"

Now Ye Feng understood another truth.

Why did we always hear that wars are fought over economy and money?

I didn’t quite understand it before.

Now he deeply understood the value of this sentence.

This sentence is not only applicable to mortal battlefields and modern wars, but also to the fights between cultivators.

You and I have similar cultivation levels. You are a poor fellow and don't have any life-saving magic weapon. I am a rich man and I have hundreds of various attack talismans.

If you can block ten talismans, can you block a hundred?

Even if you can block all the talisman attacks, you will definitely be seriously injured, and even if you don't die, you will lose half your life.

I am fine, still in good shape.

I can take advantage of you being seriously injured and stab you to death with my sword.

So this world is never equal.

You think that since you and I have similar cultivation levels and combat capabilities, the outcome of the fight should be fifty-fifty.

In fact, when you have this idea, you have already lost or are dead.

The entire box of talismans was divided among the four young men.

Ling Yunzhi laughed heartily as he cast his talismans. "I've lived for so many years, and I never thought a fight could get this big. Old Ye, you won't go bankrupt after this fight, will you? One attack talisman is worth at least two or three hundred taels! If you throw out thousands of talismans, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver will be gone, right?"

"Haha, you know shit! Only a fool would risk his life for a problem that can be solved with money. Compared to life, money is nothing... You guys hold on for now, I'll go take a look inside the palace!"

Now those great scholars were resisting the attacks of the Demon Cult, and the three young men were constantly casting talismans to help, so no one paid attention to Ye Feng.

After throwing out a few talismans, Ye Feng immediately turned around and flew to the gate of Jiaotai Hall.

Eunuch Luan was still looking out through the gap in the door at this moment, and quickly let Ye Feng in.

Ye Feng was just about to ask Eunuch Luan about the progress of the imperial seal when he was suddenly startled.

There were hundreds of white-haired old men wearing Confucian robes sitting in the huge Jiaotai Hall.

These old men didn't seem to care about the fight outside, and they were all writing furiously.

"Oh my god, what's going on? Why are there so many old men here? They're already in a mess, so why are they still practicing calligraphy?"