Qiankun Gourd

Early in the morning, when it was just light, Ye Feng, Gao Xuan, Qiao Li and Dou Rong rode fast horses and left Qingzhou City together.

In the evening, the group of four came to the foot of a tall mountain. Because the mountain road was steep, they let the horses go and climbed the mountain on foot.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, the sun had already set in the west.

"Fellow Daoist Qiao, Fellow Daoist Gao, Fellow Daoist Dou, we are almost at Huayang Valley!"

Ye Feng glanced at the three of them and asked.

"Quick! Quick!"

The three of them had strange smiles on their faces.

At this moment, Ye Feng realized something was wrong. The three people's eyes were sincere before, but now they were greedy.

"Are they going to kill people and steal the treasure?"

Seeing this, Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.

Qiao Li has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, Gao Xuan and Dou Rong have reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Ye Feng is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining now. Although his strength is comparable to that of a ninth level Qi Refining cultivator, how can he defeat three of them alone?

"No, we have to take this opportunity to escape!"

At this time, Gao Xuan and Dou Rong quietly came to the sides behind Ye Feng, while Qiao Li appeared in front of Ye Feng in a flash from the side.

"What are you three doing?"

Ye Feng asked pretending to know nothing, but in fact he had already gathered all his magic power and was ready to run away.

"What are you doing? Don't you know? Leave your storage bag behind!"

Qiao Li's face changed.

"You want to kill people and steal treasures?"

"Brother Qiao, why are you wasting time talking to him? Kill him!"

After Gao Xuan finished speaking, he waved his hand and a long sword appeared in his hand. The long sword flashed and slashed towards Ye Feng.

Seeing Gao Xuan making a move, a long stick suddenly appeared in Dou Rong's hand, and he swung the stick towards Ye Feng.

Qiao Li controlled a long sword and killed Ye Feng.

"Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one!"

Ye Feng had already gathered his magic power under his feet. He also used the Cloud-Stepping Step. His figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, appearing not far ahead.

"Chase!" Qiao Li shouted when he saw this, and the three of them stepped on the ground at the same time and chased after Ye Feng.

Half an hour later, Ye Feng had disappeared without a trace.

"This kid, although his cultivation is not high, runs really fast!"

Gao Xuan sighed and said.

"Next time, don't let us run into you!"

Qiao Li said.

Then the three of them went up the mountain again.

"That was a close call! They say the world of immortal cultivation is even more dangerous than the martial arts world, where people kill people and steal treasures at any time. It seems to be true.

In the future, you should not easily ask for directions from people who are more powerful than you. Fortunately, this time, nothing happened."

Ye Feng muttered a few words to himself and continued walking up the mountain. He wandered around the mountain for a whole night but couldn't find the entrance to Huayang Valley.

He used his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings and found that there was fog all around. His spiritual sense could only detect a distance of several feet, which made him frown slightly.

"Is there some magic array in this mountain?"

Ye Feng suddenly thought of some things about magic arrays in the novels about cultivating immortals.

"Forget it, let's wait until dawn!"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng found a cave, sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

Early the next morning, a young man in a brocade robe happened to walk past his cave. He used his divine eye technique to look at the young man and found that he was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, so he ran away from the cave.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

Ye Feng shouted.

The young man in brocade robe heard the voice, looked back, saw Ye Feng, and touched his head.

"Are you calling me, fellow Daoist?"

The young man in brocade robe asked puzzledly.

Is this kid a little silly? He is the only one here, who else should he call? Ye Feng chuckled in his heart when he heard this.

"Yes, I am Ye Feng, a first-level casual cultivator. This is my first time here. I want to go to Huayang Valley. Do you know how to get there?"

Ye Feng bowed slightly.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Ye. My name is Zhou Zhi. I'm heading to Huayang Valley. If you don't mind, you can go with me."

Zhou Zhi smiled slightly.

"That would be disrespectful!"

Ye Feng said.

"please!"

"please!"

The two walked together and went up the mountain.

The two talked as they walked. Ye Feng told Zhou Zhi everything about how he got lost. Zhou Zhi told him that there was indeed an illusion array in this mountain.

Soon, the two arrived at the place where there was fog last night.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhi waved his hand and a talisman flew out. After the talisman flew out, it went towards the fog. After a moment, the talisman drew a zigzag in the fog, and then a path appeared.

Ye Feng was standing aside and was amazed when he saw this. Zhou Zhi's cultivation was not high, but he had such skills. It seemed that he must be a young master of a noble family.

"Friend Ye, were you trapped here last night?"

Zhou Zhi looked at Ye Feng and smiled.

"Thank you, Brother Zhou, for your help!"

Ye Feng thanked.

"No need to be polite, the Huayang Valley gathering is just ahead, let's go!"

After Zhou Zhi finished speaking, he walked forward along the road.

Zhou Zhi did not say anything about the magic circle and the talisman in his hand, and Ye Feng did not ask more. If others did not say anything, it would naturally be their secret. If he asked too much, he would only be asking for trouble.

The two of them walked forward through the fog, and soon they heard shouting and hawking from the front, just like the market in Ye Feng's hometown.

Soon, a huge valley appeared in front of them.

The valley was bustling with people coming and going, and there were monks setting up stalls on both sides of the road, selling all kinds of things.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, there are seniors in my family waiting for me at the Biyun Pavilion Inn, so I won't accompany you."

Zhou Zhi bowed to Ye Feng and said.

"please!"

Ye Feng returned the greeting.

"He is indeed the son of a certain family!"

After Zhou Zhi left, Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.

Afterwards, Ye Feng wandered around in the valley. He didn't want to sell or buy anything, he just wanted to see what the world of immortal cultivation was like.

After seven days, you can take part in the entry trials of the seven major sects.

Soon, he walked to a stall. The owner of the stall was a young and beautiful girl wearing a green dress.

"Daoyou, do you want to buy a storage bag or a spirit beast bag?"

The girl asked.

"Spirit beast bag? But is it a space bag for storing spirit beasts?"

Ye Feng asked as he glanced at the small cloth bag on the stall.

"Yes, my family's ancestral refining beast bag, a low-grade beast bag can hold ten beasts, a medium-grade beast bag can hold thirty beasts, and a high-grade beast bag can hold fifty beasts."

The girl explained

"How much is this low-grade spirit beast bag?"

Ye Feng asked.

"Ten low-grade spiritual stones!"

said the girl.

"Okay, give me a low-grade spirit beast bag!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he waved his hand and ten low-grade spirit stones flew out.

The girl put away the spirit stone, picked up a spirit beast bag and handed it to Ye Feng, who hung the spirit beast bag around his waist.

"The Art of Taming Beasts!"

Ye Feng suddenly saw another book.