Chapter 1348 Roadblock

The visitor is a young man, wearing a moon-white gown, who looks to be in his twenties or thirties, and has a handsome appearance.

After listening to the old man's words, he ignored them and said: "The things in Yunbao Tower have always been sky-high prices, and others couldn't even buy them. Why are you so generous today? But unfortunately, I also fell in love with this." Just sell it to me."

"this……"

The old man hesitated.

Although this person is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, he is the disciple of a big shot and has an extremely powerful background. The branch of Yunbao Tower takes root here, but it also depends on the opponent's face.

Now that Ye Chunyang wants this map, this person intervenes and puts him in great difficulty.

"How about it, fellow Taoist, do you want to give in to the map or not?" The young man looked at Ye Chunyang with a sneer.

His sect is the leader in the area, and he recognizes most of the monks who travel to the southern part of the Yan Kingdom. However, this person looks very strange, and he is obviously a monk from outside.

Why did an unknown boy win the favor of Yunbao Tower and give away the treasure?

It made him feel very unhappy.

Ye Chunyang remained silent.

"Master Xu, Master Ye has already asked for this map. If you also want this map, I still have a copy here. I will get it for you. What do you think?" The old man quickly apologized and smoothed things over.

"hehe."

Mr. Xu suddenly smiled.

Then he shook his head and looked at the old man jokingly, and said arrogantly: "What master? What I want is what he has."

The old man suddenly sat up.

He looked at Ye Chunyang again and said, "Master Ye, how about I get you another one?"

Ye Chunyang frowned and looked at Mr. Xu without saying a word.

After a moment, he nodded lightly: "Okay."

Now he was planning to go find Soul Lake, but Ye Chunyang didn't want to waste time here.

The old man felt relieved and hurriedly took another map from the counter and handed it to Ye Chunyang.

He couldn't afford to offend these two people, so it would be best to avoid conflict.

Ye Chunyang took the map and walked out.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Mr. Xu suddenly reached out and stopped him: "I also want this map."

Ye Chunyang's face darkened.

This person is clearly looking for trouble.

The old man saw Mr. Xu's intention, and his face was hard to read.

Yunbao Tower only has two copies of this map. Even if they want to get another copy to compromise, it is impossible.

What's more, looking at Ye Chunyang, he didn't look like someone who was willing to be bullied.

The old man secretly complained that he might be in trouble today.

"Why, fellow Taoist, didn't you hear what I said? I also want the map in your hand." Master Xu sneered.

He had already seen that this monk in black clothes was only at the third level of Qi refining. Such a low-level monk actually asked Yunbaolou to give away treasures. You know, given his background, he did not have such treatment.

How can he bear this tone?

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you can still tolerate that kid who keeps causing trouble. If it were in our Demon Clan, this guy would have been torn into pieces by me."

King Nanxuan chuckled.

"Who said I have to endure it?"

Before he could hear what Ye Chunyang said clearly, King Nanxuan was suddenly startled.

Ye Chunyang's body did not move, but a figure appeared out of thin air next to him.

Mr. Xu's face was full of provocation, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then a sharp pain came from his face, and the facial bones on both sides were pinched tightly by one hand.

The figure who appeared was the same as Ye Chunyang. He was dressed in ink and had a somewhat similar appearance. He was Ye Xiaobao.

After holding Mr. Xu's head with one hand, he took a few steps and dragged him out.

"Ouch, it hurts! It hurts!"

"Who are you?"

"Let me go quickly, otherwise I won't be able to spare you!"

Mr. Xu kicked his legs and kept shouting.

Ye Xiaobao's face was cold and he raised his hand and threw it away.

With a "pop" sound, Mr. Xu suddenly threw his legs up in the air, his eyes as wide as a cow's eyes.

Before he could understand what was happening, his vision suddenly went dark. Ye Xiaobao raised his foot, and the shoe board imprinted on his face. He rubbed it hard, making a cracking sound of bones breaking.

Young Master Xu screamed like a slaughtering pig, and his face was almost crushed.

Ye Xiaobao's eyes were cold and he didn't care at all, and finally kicked him away.

In the shop, the old man opened his mouth wide and looked at Ye Xiaobao as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime.

"Who is this person? Where did he come from?" King Nanxuan also made a shocked voice.

He had been following Ye Chunyang, but he had never seen Ye Xiaobao. This man seemed to pop out of the ground, which was beyond his expectation.

"Let's go."

Ye Chunyang didn't explain anything, put away the map and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Ye Xiaobao followed him indifferently like a loyal guard.

The old man opened his mouth wide and could not close it for a long time.

"broken!"

After being stunned for a long time, the old man slapped his thigh and secretly exclaimed: "This Mr. Xu is a direct disciple of Master Hanfengdong Tianzhenyi. With such a arrogant heart, how can he be willing to be stepped on by Master Ye? I'm afraid this time." It’s going to be trouble.”

The old man hurriedly chased them out, but Ye Chunyang and the two had already disappeared and had no choice but to freeze at the door.

Outside the city, King Nanxuan appeared and looked at Ye Xiaobao next to him with a strange expression: "Fellow Daoist Ye, who is this guy?"

Ye Chunyang has always had such a master beside him, but he didn't notice it at all.

"He is my senior brother."

Ye Chunyang replied casually.

King Nanxuan broke into a cold sweat.

When he woke up that day, he was planning to cast a forbidden spell on Ye Chunyang, but he never thought that Ye Xiaobao had already hidden in the dark. No wonder the other party was so fearless. If such an elusive person were to attack him from behind, he would probably end up badly.

"According to the map, the soul lake you mentioned should be several days away from here. Let's hurry on our way." Ye Chunyang was eager to find the soul lake, and he didn't want to say anything more to King Nanxuan. He released a sword and broke through the air.

From the map he got from Yunbao Tower, it seemed that there was a sect entrenched in the mountain range that King Nanxuan mentioned. It was still unknown what the result would be. Ye Chunyang also needed to go and find out before making the next move.

There are many immortal cultivation families and sects in Yan Country. When leaving the city, Ye Chunyang also sensed the breath of cultivators nearby, but he did not stop, crossing mountains and ridges all the way, and quickly flew a hundred miles.

But after about three hours of walking, Ye Chunyang suddenly stopped and stopped at a certain hilltop. He frowned as he looked at a dark cloud floating in front of him.

The dark cloud was only a small black dot at first, but it came very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it covered a few feet in radius, as if a storm was coming, and the air around it became a few degrees colder.

Ye Chunyang looked up and stopped where he was.

At this time, he clearly felt that there were two figures wrapped in the dark cloud, one of whom had a familiar aura and was not friendly.

Not long after, the dark cloud stopped in front of him and turned into a breeze and dissipated. A middle-aged monk in black and white Taoist robes appeared in front of him. This man was thin and had a beard on his chin. He looked like a master from the outside world.

And his cultivation was not low either. He was actually a master who had achieved a minor success in the spiritual transformation realm.

Behind the middle-aged monk, there followed a young man with a bruised face and nose. Although he was unrecognizable, he could still see that he was the young master Xu just now.

"Master, these two guys are the ones who attacked me when I wanted to purchase something at Yunbao Building. You have to help me!"

Mr. Xu stared at Ye Chunyang and Ye Xiaobao with a face full of resentment.

In his opinion, Ye Chunyang was only at the "third level of Qi Refining" and was ignored by him. What he hated most was Ye Xiaobao who almost crushed his face.

"Good fellow, it seems that they are here to seek revenge."

King Nanxuan said with gloating voice transmission.

Ye Chunyang did not answer, but just looked at the middle-aged cultivator and Mr. Xu indifferently.

The other party was also looking at him.

But soon, the middle-aged cultivator also ignored Ye Chunyang and looked at Ye Xiaobao condescendingly.

"I am Master Zhenyi of Hanfeng Cave Heaven. Just now, you were the one who hurt my disciple, right?"

"Well, I will not be as rude as you two low-level cultivators. I will give you two choices. One, come here and kowtow to my disciple to apologize, and then I will take you back to Hanfeng Cave Heaven and imprison you for thirty years. Two, I will personally take action and make you disappear into ashes."

"Three breaths of time, choose now!"

Master Zhenyi's eyes shot out cold and sharp when he finished speaking, revealing unparalleled majesty.

"Kowtow to apologize?"

Ye Chunyang smiled and said, "Okay, if you two, master and disciple, kneel down and kowtow to me now, I can consider letting bygones be bygones for what happened before."

"You are just a third-level Qi Refining cultivator. When is it your turn to talk too much?"

"Die!"

Master Zhenyi was furious. Without even looking at Ye Chunyang, he suddenly pointed in the air.

"Boom!"

The mighty magic power surged like a tide, and in an instant it turned into a huge finger print, revealing a terrible spiritual pressure that crushed all directions, piercing through the void and arriving in front of Ye Chunyang.

Looking at this situation, if he was touched a little bit, Ye Chunyang would definitely be beaten into a pulp on the spot.

But the next scene surprised Master Zhenyi.

Ye Chunyang did not move, and a figure suddenly shot out from the side. Ye Xiaobao raised his fist and punched out, and a terrifying hurricane whizzed past and hit the finger print hard.

A loud noise that shook the earth and mountains was heard, and the finger print turned into broken light and dissipated in the shocked eyes of Master Zhenyi.

"What a magical power!"

Master Zhenyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and it turned out that this silent and dull young man was indeed a real master.

He pinched the seal with one hand and chanted the spell quickly.

But the next moment, Master Zhenyi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

With a whoosh, Ye Xiaobao suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared beside Master Zhenyi, and his palm slapped out like lightning.

"Pah!"

Master Zhenyi had no time to see how Ye Xiaobao attacked, and was knocked over by a slap, flying dozens of feet away.

Mr. Xu next to him was even worse. He was shocked by Ye Xiaobao's palm wind, his eyes rolled back on the spot, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

"You?"

Master Zhenyi climbed up from the dust and looked at Ye Xiaobao in disbelief.

He was a master of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, but he was slapped away by the opponent?

However, Master Zhenyi was not an ordinary person. After the initial shock, he immediately pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, preparing to use a killing move.

But then, he began to doubt his life.

Ye Xiaobao appeared again like a ghost, and slapped him again, hitting the other side of his face, making him see stars. He turned around three times in the same place before sitting on the ground with a blank face.