Qiankun Gourd

"Ten Thousand Years Fire Cloud Flower?"

Ye Feng stopped when he heard this. He was very interested in this thing. He heard that it was quite useful for cultivators who practiced fire-attributed techniques. It was a kind of elixir that could help them break through in their practice.

"This item will definitely be of great use when you break through to the next bottleneck!"

The Fire Spirit Leopard spoke again.

"I'm very curious, why didn't your ancestor come out and solve this matter himself?"

Ye Feng asked curiously.

"My ancestor was seriously injured more than a hundred years ago and has not recovered yet, so it is not convenient for him to take action!"

Seeing that Ye Feng was about to agree, the Fire Spirit Leopard did not hide anything.

"I see! What exactly happened? Can you tell me about it?"

Ye Feng asked.

"Senior, it's like this! In the Qianyan Mountains, in addition to our Fire Leopard Clan, there is also the Fire Wolf Clan.

Recently, there was a fierce conflict between our two tribes over a mountain.

We have agreed to compete with each other, so I would like to ask for your help."

"So that's how it is? How strong is the opponent?"

Ye Feng asked again.

"The other side only has an old ancestor in the early stage of the Spiritualization Stage. With the strength of the seniors, we will definitely be able to deal with it!"

The Fire Spirit Leopard replied.

"I can promise you! But you can't break your promise!"

"Don't worry, senior. We will never break our promise!"

"Okay! Then I will stay for a few more days to consolidate my current cultivation!"

"Thank you, senior!"

Ye Feng agreed to stay for a while and help the other party solve the current troubles.

After Fire Spirit Leopard and others left, Ye Feng flashed and flew to the halfway point of a tall mountain. He waved his hand, and the fan with three colors flew out. It was the Three Flame Fan.

"Now, you can test your power!"

Ye Feng muttered to himself, and with a flick of his hand, the three-flame fan floating in front of him flew high into the sky.

The fan was surrounded by red, black and white flames.

"go with!"

Ye Feng let out a low shout, and a three-colored flame flew out from the fan. After flying out, the flame instantly transformed into a three-colored fire bull, and fiercely attacked a high mountain in the distance.

With a loud rumbling sound, the three-colored fire bull crashed into the mountain peak, causing countless fireballs and debris to scatter in all directions.

On the hillside of the Flaming Mountain, a huge cave was forcibly created, with red flames gushing out of the cave.

When these flames encountered the three-colored flames, they were instantly swallowed up and disappeared.

Outside the cave, the three-colored flames were still burning, devouring the surrounding rocks.

After a short while, the rocks were actually set on fire by the three-colored flames, and the original cave, from dozens of feet long, instantly became hundreds of feet long.

Moreover, the three-colored flames were still spreading around and continued to burn the nearby rocks. If Ye Feng did not use up his magic power, it was estimated that the entire mountain would be burned clean.

"This is the power of the Three Flame Fan!"

Ye Feng waved his hand and collected his magic power, and the flames burning on the mountain peak quickly went out.

"It can devour flames and burn rocks. I wonder if it can restrain water elements. I'll try it later."

Thinking of this, Ye Feng happily waved his hand and put the fan away. Then he observed the magic power in his dantian and found that one third of the magic power was consumed when activating the Three Flame Fan once.

It's OK. With his current magic power, he can activate it three times. With the help of the small gourd, there should be no problem in activating it five times.

As long as it doesn't encounter spiritual treasures of the same level or higher level, this three-eyed fan is invincible.

Thirty days later, the Fire Spirit Leopard came to Ye Feng's cave again.

"Senior, do you have time today?"

The bald young man stood outside the cave and bowed respectfully.

"Yes! Lead the way!"

Ye Feng walked out of the cave and waved slightly to the bald young man.

"Senior, please follow me!"

The bald young man led the way in front, and Ye Feng followed closely, flying towards the east of Qianshan Mountains.

After flying for about half an hour, everyone landed on a square on a fiery red mountain.

On one side of the square was a group of leopard-scaled beasts with red flames burning all over their bodies. Right in front of the leopard-scaled beasts stood several young monks in red robes. These monks were all Nascent Soul stage monks of the Fire Leopard Clan.

On the other side was a group of wolf-scale beasts with red flames burning all over their bodies, and right in front of the wolf-scale beasts stood a tall middle-aged man in a red robe.

Behind the middle-aged man, there were several Nascent Soul cultivators from the red-robed Fire Wolf clan.

After a while, Ye Feng and the other person landed in front of the Fire Leopard Clan.

"Meet the king!"

The leopard-scaled beasts and fire leopard monks saluted.

The bald young man waved his hand slightly.

"Fire Spirit Leopard, it seems that your ancestor is going to be a coward today. In this case, it would be better for you to give all the mountains you occupy to us."

The tall middle-aged man, seeing that the ancestor of the Fire Leopard Clan did not come, sneered coldly.

"Ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, the people of the Fire Wolf Clan also began to mock.

"Senior Yanlang! Our ancestor is in seclusion. Today I invite this Senior Han to come and compete with you!"

The bald young man said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Human cultivators? Humph! How could you think of that? Never mind, I'll let you off this time."

Flame Wolf smiled slightly, then lightly stepped on the ground and flew into the air.

"Please come in, fellow Taoist!"

"Senior Han, I'll leave it to you!"

The bald young man bowed slightly.

Ye Feng nodded slightly and flashed into the air.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, please!"

Ye Feng clasped his fists and bowed.

"Friend Han, right? Since you want to cause trouble, I won't be polite!"

As soon as the Flame Wolf finished speaking, he let out a roar, and a mace wrapped in flames flew out from his body.

The wolf demon stick was extremely fast and attacked Ye Feng in an instant.

This mace is a low-grade spiritual treasure. Ye Feng did not dare to neglect it. He waved his hand and a small blue sword spun around and flew out to fight against the opponent's mace.

Bang bang bang!

In a moment, the blue sword and the mace were fighting each other, and after several rounds, the two were evenly matched.

Although Ye Feng's blue sword is a low-grade spiritual treasure, it has been nurtured in the small gourd for hundreds of years. Its power is comparable to that of a mid-grade spiritual treasure. He was quite puzzled that he could not take down the mace for a while.

"Could it be that the opponent's mace is a mid-grade spiritual treasure?"

Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart, but he soon remembered something. The mace was a fire-attributed spiritual treasure. In this Flame Mountain Range, its power would naturally be stronger than spiritual treasures of other levels.

However, this small blue sword is a water-attributed magic weapon. Coupled with the suppression of the fire attribute all around, its power is reduced a lot. It is already very difficult to fight with the mace like this.

If other spiritual treasures of the same level were here, they would have been defeated by the mace long ago.

Yanlang was secretly surprised at this moment. He did not expect that he could not defeat the opponent in a short time even though he had the advantage of time, place and people.

“His flying sword is just a water-attributed spiritual treasure, but in this Flame Mountain Range, it can actually withstand the attack of my fire-attributed spiritual treasure mace!

It's really unbelievable. Unless his flying sword is a mid-grade spiritual treasure, it is absolutely impossible for it to block the attack of my mace.

But his flying sword is clearly a low-grade spiritual treasure? How strange! "