Chapter 1317 The Immortal and the Little Witch

Chen Xue and Nie Xin grew up together, and no one knows what the other is thinking better than her.

But she didn't say it out loud, just stood quietly with her, looking at the lonely peak in the distance.

"In just three years, the changes are really great."

Chen Xue sighed.

She remembered the first time she saw the "Master Ye" in Lingmiao Pavilion in Lindu City. At that time, everyone just thought he was a useless master who dragged Nie Xin down. Who would have thought that three years later, he would become a person that people look up to.

"Xin'er, have you ever thought about really fulfilling the marriage contract with him and marrying him?" Chen Xue suddenly asked.

"Fulfill the marriage contract with him?"

Nie Xin was slightly startled, and quickly shook her head and said, "I won't marry him."

"Really?"

"If that's the case, then I have to rob him. Now he is the supreme elder of our sect and the world-famous Master Ye. Don't regret it then."

Chen Xue laughed.

"I..."

Nie Xin opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Chen Xue looked at her with a smile.

Nie Xin was silent.

The two of them stood calmly in the attic, looking in the same direction, but with different thoughts.

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At the same time, Ye Chunyang in the secret room was laying out several kinds of medicinal materials, preparing to refine the Zhenyuan Pill.

The recipe for refining the Zhenyuan Pill flashed through his mind, and Ye Chunyang immediately waved his hand, and a spiritual fire hit the pill furnace.

"Fortunately, I got three main medicinal materials from the Zhao family before entering the Lianxian Valley. Otherwise, with these medicinal materials being hard to find, I'm afraid that refining the Zhenyuan Pill will be delayed for a long time."

Ye Chunyang weighed the spiritual herbs in his hand and smiled to himself.

It's strange to say that Lianxian Valley is known as the holy land of spiritual medicines, and all kinds of spiritual herbs are everywhere. However, after collecting them, Ye Chunyang certainly got a lot of spiritual herbs, but he didn't see the three main medicinal materials of Zhenyuan Pill.

If he hadn't gotten them from the Zhao family in advance, he might not be able to refine the Zhenyuan Pill even if he went through Lianxian Valley.

After a moment of silence, Ye Chunyang's mind moved.

A light flashed beside him, and Xiaobao appeared out of thin air. A divine thought was transmitted to him, and the latter immediately sat down beside him and put the medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace one by one.

It is not difficult to refine the Zhenyuan Pill. With Ye Chunyang's high-level alchemy skills, the clone is fully capable of doing this.

After handing the task of alchemy to the clone, Ye Chunyang closed his eyes and meditated, and his divine thoughts were collected into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the ruins of the Lianxian Sect, he obtained two soul techniques. At that time, he practiced in a hurry and failed to comprehend them carefully. Now he can calm down and experience the mystery.

The path of soul cultivation is mysterious and unpredictable. When reaching a high level, one can even separate the soul from the body and entrust it to all things, which is equivalent to immortality.

It's a pity that soul techniques are difficult to practice, and because the soul and spiritual power cannot be taken into account at the same time, many soul techniques have been lost after the ancient times, and soul cultivation has gradually disappeared from people's sight.

But Ye Chunyang would never give up. In terms of soul cultivation, he already had the Soul Refining Art as a foundation. When he was in the human world, he even cultivated to the state of the soul leaving the body, so it was easy for him to cultivate soul art.

And the spiritual power cultivation has the origin of the heavenly scripture, and the control of the clone to cultivate together makes the progress even faster.

Taking the route of dual cultivation of the soul and the law, reaching a certain level, he can be invincible in this demon god world.

Time passed slowly. Under Xiaobao's refining, the medicinal materials were reduced little by little. The whole secret room was filled with the fragrance of medicine, and Ye Chunyang was like an old monk in meditation, and never opened his eyes.

Winter passed and spring came. In a blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed. The experience of Lianxian Valley gradually subsided, and few people mentioned it again.

On this day, the warm sun was shining on Cangyuan Mountain. Disciples often flew in and out of the peaks, absorbing qi and practicing, and the scene was full of vitality.

At this time, on a mountain with dense figures, cheers continued, and countless disciples cheered excitedly, as if they were paying attention to something.

In front of the crowd, on a wide square platform, two figures confronted each other. One had a fierce face and deep eyes. He was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, and his cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining.

On the opposite side was a teenager dressed in white, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The teenager held a white paper fan with four large characters "Xianfeng Daogu" written on it. With his white shirt, he looked like a fairy.

This person was Bai Feng.

Now, he had a more vigorous aura, and his cultivation had broken through from the eighth level of Qi Refining to the tenth level of Qi Refining.

"Boy, you probably don't know who I am. How dare you come to the Douxing Stage to challenge me? Who gave you the courage?"

The middle-aged cultivator stared at the opposite side with a sneer.

At present, he has won six games in a row on the Douxing Stage. Not only did he get the opportunity to enter the Sutra Library to practice magic, but he also got the elders to personally teach him the skills. With his current progress in cultivation, and with the help of the Heart Building Pill, he has a great chance to break through the Dao Foundation Realm.

However, it is not easy to get the Heart-Building Pill in a large sect like the Cangyuan Sect, so the middle-aged cultivator plans to win a few more games and get enough spiritual stones as rewards before buying pills.

In the past six months, many cultivators of the same level have been defeated by him. Although the young man in front of him has also reached the tenth level of Qi Refining, he dares to take the initiative to challenge him when he knows his reputation. He is really ignorant of the world.

"Old man, this guy is called Chang Hui. He has a very powerful mid-level magic weapon in his hand. You have to be careful!"

A five or six-year-old girl shouted with a smile under the stage.

This girl is Ye Yao.

Over the past six months, she and Bai Feng have been acquainted with each other. They often exchanged ideas with each other. Bai Feng taught her many high-level skills of Blood Rakshasa, and she secretly took out various elixirs from Ye Chunyang's collection to exchange with Bai Feng.

After a period of time, the cultivation of the two people has made rapid progress. Bai Feng, with his extraordinary comprehension, soared to the tenth level of Qi Refining, and after practicing many high-level skills, he also reached the eighth level of Qi Refining and could fly alone with a sword.

Hearing Ye Yao's reminder, the boy was unmoved, but the middle-aged cultivator's pupils shrank.

The middle-aged cultivator did not recognize the boy opposite him, but the girl was not unfamiliar with him. The latter was a frequent visitor to the Douxing Stage and was called "Little Witch".

It is said that this little witch only knows one left hook, but no one who has fought with her has ever been able to take it.

However, the middle-aged cultivator was not afraid. No matter how strong the little girl's brute force was, she was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He could easily kill her. At the moment, he was more interested in the white-clothed boy opposite him who looked young but had the same cultivation as him.

"Boy, which peak's master are you a disciple of? Tell me your name. I, Chang, never fight with nameless people."

Chang Hui looked at Bai Feng with disdain.

At his level, he was almost invincible in the Dao Foundation Realm, so how could he take Bai Feng seriously.

The boy opposite him said something shocking.

"In my eyes, you are just a live target for me to practice with. You are not qualified to know the name of my master."

Bai Feng rolled his eyes.

When this was said, everyone was silent.

"Where did this young boy come from? He looks so arrogant."

"It seems that he doesn't know how powerful Senior Brother Chang Hui is. He dares to provoke him like this. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

"He is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Let's see how he kneels down and begs for mercy later!"

"..."

The disciples looked at Bai Feng with pity.

Under the reputation of Chang Hui's six consecutive victories, they didn't think highly of this fair-skinned boy.

"Hehe, the boy is very arrogant."

Chang Hui was also laughed out of anger.

He had fought many times on the Douxing Stage, and he had never seen anyone who dared to despise him like this. This young boy who looked young probably hadn't seen how powerful he was.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm still waiting to go down the mountain to catch the spiritual turkey. If you kneel down and shout "Master Bai, spare my life" three times early, maybe I can consider letting you go."

Bai Feng curled his lips with disdain.

"Looking for death!"

Chang Hui was stunned for a moment, and then became furious.

"Since you are so ignorant, don't blame me for being merciless."

Chang Hui stomped his feet, his robes rustled under the fierce breath, and the stone slabs under his feet were also shattered.

"Huh? What is that?"

Suddenly, Chang Hui's eyes blurred, as if he saw something incredible, and his eyes widened.

A large piece of yellow light flashed through the air, and dozens of talismans appeared in front of him without warning, and spells of various attributes continued to shoot out.

With a loud "boom", Chang Hui's figure suddenly stopped there before he took a step.

Everyone was shocked.

Many people rubbed their eyes and looked at the stage, only to see dark smoke rising up, and then with a "plop", Chang Hui's eyes rolled up and fell straight back, like a dead dog fainting.

"Tsk, I thought you could hold on for a little longer, but I didn't expect you to be so useless and lose so quickly."

"It's so boring, so boring!"

Bai Feng was also stunned for a moment, then shook his head in annoyance.

"You old man, you are getting stronger and stronger now. This guy had won six games in a row before, but he didn't even last a round in your hands." Ye Yao said in surprise.

"It's nothing, these talismans are just given by my disciples and grandchildren. I usually spend a few of them when I have nothing to do. For a guy like him, ten of them can be killed in a moment."

Bai Feng shook his head and said indifferently.

Just now, I used some low-level talismans, and I was planning to exchange more with the opponent, but I didn't expect this guy to be so useless.

When the disciples heard this, a chill suddenly rose from their backs.

Ten of them can be killed in a moment?

What are you talking about?

Just now they saw clearly that each of the talismans that this young man sacrificed was a high-level talisman of the primary and upper levels. It would be good for an ordinary disciple to have one talisman of this level, but he actually threw out more than a dozen at random. How wasteful is this?

"Alas! I thought I could have some fun coming to this Douxingtai, but I didn't expect it to be so boring. Instead of wasting time here, it's better to go down the mountain to catch a few spiritual turkeys and roast them for food."

"Little witch, let's go."

Bai Feng waved her hand, walked off the stage and came to Ye Yao.

"Wait, that's not the portrait of my master, why is it here?"

Just as the two walked out of the crowd side by side, Bai Feng suddenly saw something and his eyes fixed.