Qiankun Gourd

"I am not interested in your junior sister! Take her back!"

Ye Feng flashed and disappeared on the spot with Zhen Tianbei's puppet.

"Great Elder, why does that puppet look familiar?"

The gray-robed old man looked towards the place where Zhentianbei’s puppet disappeared.

“I recognized him. He was Zhen Tianbei from Zhen Tian Sect. I never thought that Ye Feng would turn him into a corpse puppet.

This person is too strong, don't recruit him!"

Hearing this, the gray-robed old man swallowed his saliva. Turning a Nascent Soul cultivator into a corpse puppet was truly horrifying.

"Fortunately, the Great Elder admitted defeat in advance, otherwise I'm afraid we would have ended up like this too."

"Well! Let's take Junior Sister back to heal her wounds first, and go back to prepare 10 million spirit stones and many treasures and send them over.

Otherwise, they will come back and kill us at Huayun Sect, and we will be doomed."

After Zhou Yunhe finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot with the old man in gray robe and the beautiful woman in white dress.

The news of Ziyun Sect defeating Huayun Sect did not spread, as if nothing had happened.

After Ye Feng returned to Ziyun Sect, he read the "Demon Subduing Sword Formation". This sword formation was extremely powerful, and it could rely on one's own skills to create a sword formation.

At that time, Wuxiangzi's golden sword formation was transformed using this sword formation.

After watching it once, Ye Feng did not rush to practice, but walked into the cave to observe Du Qingqing's situation.

"Zifan, you take good care of your sister in the sect. I have to go to the Ice Mountain Country. I heard that a thousand-year-old ice spirit appeared there."

"Yes, Master. Please come back soon!"

Ye Feng nodded slightly, walked out of the cave, came to the outside of the hall, and with a slight movement of his mind, the Phoenix Boat flew out.

He flashed onto the flying boat, and the flying boat turned into a red light and flew towards the Iceberg Kingdom in the north.

The flying boat was traveling at an extremely fast speed, drawing a beautiful red glow in the sky, which made the monks who saw it extremely envious.

"That's a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage! How enviable!"

"Yes, it would be great if we could cultivate to this level!"

"Hehe! It is not easy to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage. People like us probably won't be able to reach that level in our lifetime."

Amid the amazement and envy of the crowd, Ye Feng's flying boat had already flown tens of thousands of miles.

The countries in the northern region of Anwu Continent are extremely warlike, and wars break out almost every day. Therefore, the border defenses of the countries are relatively tight, and there are even large defensive formations protecting the countries.

Ye Feng had arrived at the border of the Northern Territory at this time. Not far ahead, rays of light appeared and blocked the flying boat's way.

Without hesitation, he flew over in the Fengxing Boat, directly breaking through the protective formation and rushing in.

The monks who were patrolling nearby were frightened when they saw a ray of light directly break through their protective formation and their bodies trembled slightly.

"Who the hell is this guy? He's so powerful that the national defense formation was broken with just one hit."

A bearded man in a blue robe started cursing when he saw this scene.

"You actually don't even take our country of monks seriously."

After the bearded man finished speaking, he waved his hand and a token appeared in his hand. Then he spoke secretly about the token.

In a main hall on a tall mountain in the country of Bhikkhu.

"Reporting to the Great Elder, a red light broke through the national defense formation and went to the north!"

A cultivator in the Jindan stage ran into the hall and reported.

An obese monk sitting on the throne in the main hall blinked his eyes when he heard this, somewhat unable to believe his ears. He wondered if he had heard it wrong. Someone had actually broken through the protective formation he had set up.

"Yes, I know. I will go meet this person now!"

As soon as the fat monk finished speaking, his figure flashed and turned into a black light and disappeared in the hall.

Not long after, the fat monk rode the light of escape to mid-air, and at this time Ye Feng's Fengxing Boat happened to pass by here.

"Fellow Taoist, stay!"

The fat monk transmitted the message loudly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng walked out of the cabin and saw that a fat man was blocking his way. He flashed to the opposite side of the fat man.

"What's the matter, fellow Daoist? Why are you blocking my way?"

Ye Feng asked expressionlessly.

"I don't know which country you are from, why did you barge into our country of monks without even saying hello?"

The obese monk asked calmly.

"Oh, I am Ye Feng from Xingguo. I have something important to attend to, so I did not inform you. Please forgive me! If there is nothing else, I will take my leave!"

After saying this, Ye Feng turned around and was about to leave.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Ye. I'm Fan Wuji from the Monastery of Bhikkhu Guoyue! If you want to leave, you must give me an explanation. Otherwise, you can't leave."

The fat monk quickly moved and stopped Ye Feng.

Seeing that Ye Feng was so young and his cultivation level was comparable to his own, both were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the fat monk did not take Ye Feng seriously and just wanted Ye Feng to give him an explanation.

"Nothing to explain, goodbye!"

Ye Feng didn't want to pay any attention to the fat man, so he turned around and flew towards the flying boat.

"It's not that easy to leave!"

The fat monk refused to give in. He waved his hand and a long sword wrapped in black light appeared in front of him. He slashed towards Ye Feng fiercely.

Ye Feng turned around and disappeared on the spot. He swung a punch and hit the fat monk from behind with a bang!

The fat monk didn't have time to react at all and was knocked away on the spot, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah...! How is that possible!?"

The fat monk was shocked. The other party's cultivation level was obviously the same as his, so why was his speed so fast and he was knocked away with just one punch.

"Fan Daoist, I have no intention of offending you. How about you just stop now?"

"You broke into my country of monks and injured me. How can I let this go?"

The fat monk wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Ye Feng coldly.

Then he made a hand gesture, and the long sword emitted a black light. Suddenly, dozens of long swords appeared, and these long swords turned into gray lights and attacked Ye Feng.

Seeing this, Ye Feng frowned slightly: "Since you are looking for death, I will not be polite!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thirty-six green sword lights suddenly flew out and met the dozens of long swords.

As soon as the sword light and the long swords collided with each other, the long swords were knocked away one by one. The fat monk retreated several steps seeing this.

At this time, the thirty-six green sword lights had already arrived in front of him.

"Fellow Taoist, how are you?"

Ye Feng chuckled.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

The fat monk shouted in fear.

Ye Feng returned to the flying boat in a flash, and the flying boat disappeared on the spot with a flash of light.

"Ye Feng? There is actually such a person in Anwu Continent. He is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but his strength is not weaker than that of a late Nascent Soul cultivator. It is really surprising."

Fan Wuji stood there blankly, thinking secretly in his heart.