Qiankun Gourd

“It’s nice here!”

Ye Feng looked around and saw that the courtyard was big enough. He smiled slightly.

"You can get busy now!"

"Yes!"

Ren Gaoyuan agreed and left the villa. Then he arranged people to spread the news that Ye Feng was living in the city.

Late at night, Ye Feng sat cross-legged in a two-story attic, breathing in and out to continue to restore his magic power. At the same time, his spiritual sense explored the surroundings.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several figures landed in the yard, among them there was a middle-stage Jindan cultivator and five early-stage Jindan cultivators.

"Fellow Taoists, it's been a long time!"

Ye Feng flew out and fell from the second floor.

"It is indeed Ye Feng, and he looks exactly the same as in the portrait! Ladies and gentlemen, I am in a hurry, so I will take action first!"

A short and thin old man made a hand gesture and several water-attributed talismans flew out from his hands. After these water-attributed talismans flew out, they instantly transformed into several silver flying knives and killed Ye Feng.

At the same time, the short and thin old man turned around, disappeared from the spot, rushed into the ground, and quickly grabbed Ye Feng's feet from underground.

"Fellow Daoist Yu, you are so impatient! I have decided to take Ye Feng's head!"

A big man in a red robe sneered, stepped lightly, and jumped up. With a wave of his hand, a small red flag spun out.

After the small red flag flew out, it instantly transformed into a tiger with flames wrapped around its body, and pounced on Ye Feng at lightning speed.

"Friend Sun, Friend Yu! Don't think that just because I'm a woman, you can get ahead of me. I want Ye Feng's head!"

A female monk wearing a green dress and with pockmarks on her face, made a hand gesture and a green sword suddenly appeared in her hand. The green sword spun around and flew out, stabbing Ye Feng's throat.

There were a few other people who saw everyone taking action, and they did not dare to be negligent. They all took out their magic weapons and talismans and attacked Ye Feng.

Ye Feng just smiled as he stood there, and lightly stepped on the ground. Bang! A loud noise came from the ground, and then the short and thin old man screamed and flew out from the ground. His body exploded in mid-air, and turned into countless flesh and blood scattered on the ground, leaving only a golden elixir floating in the air.

Those flying knives shattered before they got close to Ye Feng, turning into countless water splashes and scattering around.

Ye Feng then waved his robe sleeves, and a powerful force swept towards the people who were rushing over.

These people all felt a powerful force sweeping over them. They were blown away with a scream, blood spurting out of their mouths, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The flaming tiger and the green sword had long since been shaken away without a trace, and other people's magic weapons and talismans were also shaken away.

"Ah...? Impossible! Didn't Jinding Sect and Yuejian Sect say that Ye Feng was only at the early stage of Jindan? How could he be so powerful? Could he be at the late stage of Jindan?"

The big man in red robe was lying on the ground. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes wide open, and shouted out loud.

"We've been deceived! Ye Feng is a late Jindan cultivator. Damn Jinding Sect and Yuejian Sect! No wonder they didn't dare to come in person. It turns out that Ye Feng's cultivation is so high!"

The female monk with pockmarks on her face was also deeply regretful at this time.

"Fellow Daoist, please spare us! Fellow Daoist, please spare us! We are also being ordered around by someone!"

Some people were so scared that they fell to the ground and kowtowed continuously.

"Fellow Daoist! I am willing to give you all my belongings. Please spare my life!"

Someone threw his storage rings, storage bracelets, and storage collars on the ground and begged Ye Feng to spare his life.

"I am still a virgin! If you don't mind, I am willing to give myself to you and be your cauldron!"

The pockmarked nun began to flirt shamelessly.

"Humph! I feel sick just seeing you!"

Ye Feng waved his hand lightly, and a small green sword suddenly flew out, piercing the throat of the pockmarked female monk with a "swish". The pockmarked female monk screamed and died on the spot. Then the blood turned into blood mist and flew into Ye Feng's small gourd.

When the others saw this, they were so scared that they couldn't stop shaking, and some even peed.

"Fellow Taoist, have mercy on me, fellow Taoist, have mercy on me!"

A tall monk in a black robe was so scared that he kept shouting,

"If you spare me, I am willing to offer you my ancestral swordsmanship!"

"Swordsmanship? Show it to me!"

Ye Feng put his hands behind his back and looked at the tall monk expressionlessly.

"Yes Yes!"

The tall monk did not dare to delay and took out a jade slip from his crotch.

Ye Feng waved his hand and the jade slip flew into his hand.

Then, his spiritual sense swept into the jade slip.

"I don't care about this inferior swordsmanship at all!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly, and the small green sword flew out instantly, piercing into the tall monk's chest with a "puff".

"Please spare my life..."

The tall monk screamed and died on the spot.

"Alright! I have no more patience, just go on your way!"

"Wait a minute, Taoist friend! I...I also have a treasure to give to you, Taoist friend, please spare my life."

The big man in red robe wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly said.

Seeing that Ye Feng did not kill the tall monk immediately, he concluded that Ye Feng was still very interested in the treasure, but the tall monk's swordsmanship was not to Ye Feng's liking.

Earlier, by chance, he obtained a treasure, which he could not activate with his level of cultivation. If he presented this treasure to Ye Feng, Ye Feng would probably let him go.

"What treasure? If you are worthy of my approval, I can spare your life!"

Ye Feng looked at the red-robed man with great interest.

The red-robed man was delighted when he heard that. He waved his hand hastily and a wooden box appeared in his hand. The wooden box spun and flew into Ye Feng's hands.

Ye Feng's spiritual sense probed into the wooden box, and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face.

In the wooden box was a sealed hill. On the hill, there was a faint flashing white rune, with three large characters "Ciyun Mountain" engraved on it. With his current magical powers, he couldn't figure out what was inside, but Ye Feng concluded that this was definitely a treasure.

"Yes! This is indeed a treasure. I can let you go, but?"

Ye Feng waved his hand to put the wooden box away, then smiled slightly. A big black hand flew out from behind him and gently patted the red-robed man on the head.

The big man in red robe suddenly started shouting and screaming incoherently, as if he was crazy.

"I want to eat shit, I want to eat shit, shit tastes so good!"

The big man in red robe shouted and ran outside.

When the monk who had wet his pants saw this scene, he fainted on the spot. It was not a real faint, but a fake faint.

"Hehe! Playing dead!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly and waved his hand. The small green sword pierced his chest with a "swish". Blood spurted out of his chest and the man screamed and died on the spot.

He thought that if he pretended to be dead, Ye Feng would let him go, but in the end he was killed by Ye Feng.

"This guy is so cruel..."

"Wangcai, the other things belong to me, and those golden elixirs are yours!"

Upon hearing this, Wangcai jumped out happily and swallowed the golden elixirs of these people one by one.