Qiankun Gourd

After putting away the gold brick talisman, Ye Feng came to the huge pit. Ning Zan had already been smashed into a meat paste.

And next to Ning Zan there was a silver mask.

Ye Feng waved his hand, took the mask in his hand, and looked at it curiously.

"mask?"

"I don't know what this mask is used for, let's put it away first."

Ye Feng put away the mask and found the storage bag on Ning Zan.

This is the storage bag of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and also of an elder of the Ning family. I’m sure it must contain a lot of good things.

Ye Feng was not polite either. He waved his hand and a stream of magic power was released, pulling the storage bag into his hand.

His spiritual consciousness swept into the storage bag. In addition to a top-grade magic weapon and three mid-grade magic weapons, there were also many spirit stones, several jade slips, and an elder's token.

This top-grade magic weapon is a flag with a whirlwind painted on it. It must be a magic weapon with wind attributes.

The other three mid-grade magic weapons are a long sword, a long spear, and a stick.

Among those jade slips, there was a set of "Basic Formation", a set of "Golden Spear Technique", and a set of "Gold Forging Technique".

"Basic Formations" records the usage of many small formations.

"Golden Spear Technique" is a set of intermediate lower-level gold-attribute spear techniques.

"Alchemy" is a set of intermediate and lower-level forging techniques that can assist in forging magical tools.

That token was the Ning family elder’s token, with the three big characters “Third Elder” written on it.

"Third elder? The Ning family should have two other elders in the foundation-building stage. It seems we must leave here quickly."

Thinking of this, Ye Feng waved his hand to put away the storage bag, and shot out several fireballs from his hand, burning everyone around him to ashes.

Ye Feng no longer hesitated and left the place quickly.

After flying for more than ten miles, Ye Feng landed and prepared to adjust his breathing.

An hour later.

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes. The first task had been completed. Next, he would see what the second task was.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng waved his hand, and the outer disciple token flew out. He swept his spiritual sense into the token.

"Trial Mission 2: Hunt down the traitor Ren Feichi. Ren Feichi is at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. Half a year ago, he killed a senior brother at the twelfth level and fled down the mountain.

Someone found out that Ren Feichi recently appeared in Yaozhou City..."

Immediately afterwards, the figure of a bearded man appeared in Ye Feng's mind.

"Yaozhou City!"

Ye Feng put away the token, slapped the storage bag on his waist, and the small boat turned into a gray light and flew out, floating in the air.

Ye Feng's figure flashed and came to the small boat. His mind moved slightly and he flew towards Yaozhou.

After flying for about dozens of miles, screams, cries for help, and roars of beasts were heard from the foot of a mountain.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"Help!"

Ye Feng heard the sound and looked down. He saw several demon wolves in a huge village below, chasing and killing villagers wantonly.

The wolf will not let go of anyone, whether old man, woman or child.

“Ah…!”

“Ah…!”

“Ah…!”

"Damn the demon wolf, how dare it slaughter the people so wantonly!"

When Ye Feng saw this, his face was full of murderous intent.

He stepped on the flying boat and flew downwards, then landed on the ground in a flash.

First he put away the flying boat, then he slapped the storage bag at his waist, and the silver sword flew out.

"Go!" Ye Feng shouted in a low voice.

The silver sword spun around and killed a charging wolf with a "whoosh" sound!

The demon wolf had its head chopped off.

Upon hearing the sound, other demon wolves rushed towards Ye Feng from all directions.

puff!puff!puff!

Before these demon wolves could get close to Ye Feng, they were killed by the silver sword.

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

When the villagers saw that they were saved, they knelt down in front of Ye Feng and thanked him.

"No need to thank me, folks. I have things to do. Bye!"

After saying this, Ye Feng was about to leave the village.

"Master, please stay! Master, please stay!"

An old man with a cane suddenly came to Ye Feng and shouted.

"Old man, do you have anything else to say?"

Ye Feng turned around and asked the old man.

"Master, you can't leave. If you leave, we will be in trouble. There is a wolf den not far from the back of our village. There are many monsters in the wolf den.

If you leave, no one in our village will survive."

The old man said.

"Oh, so that's how it is! This is easy to handle. I will go and kill these wolf monsters and clear the trouble for the village."

Ye Feng said.

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

Upon hearing this, the old man and the villagers knelt on the ground and thanked him again.

"Old man, fellow villagers, there is no need to do this! These are what we ascetics should do."

Ye Feng helped everyone up and headed to the back mountain.

"Master, please stay!"

The old man suddenly shouted again.

"Old man, do you have anything else to say?"

“It’s like this, I heard from my ancestors that there is a magic sword in the well at the east end of the village.

I heard that this sword is extremely powerful. There are many monsters in the back mountain. The immortal master can take out this sword and use it to subdue the monsters. "

The old man said word by word.

"Old village chief, that's just a legend, it may not be true!"

"Yes, old village chief! If it is true, how could these evil wolves come to our village so unscrupulously to harm people?"

"What do you know? These are things that only the Immortal Master knows. Wait until I take this Immortal Master to have a look and you will know."

"Immortal sword?"

Ye Feng knew that the immortal sword that ordinary people talked about might be a magic weapon. As for the grade of the magic weapon, he would know after seeing it.

"In that case, old man, take me to see it!"

Ye Feng said.

"well!"

The old man agreed.

"Everyone go home and pack up. I will take the Immortal Master to check the well and see if the Immortal Sword is still there."

After hearing this, the villagers said nothing more and went home to pack their things.

The old man brought Ye Feng to the well at the east end of the village.

"The Immortal Master is here!"

The old man pointed to the well in front of him and said.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng walked forward and looked down into the well. There was nothing in the well except water.

"There doesn't seem to be any spiritual energy fluctuations in the well. Doesn't look like there is any immortal sword?"

When Ye Feng saw this scene, he thought secretly in his heart.

"Old man, you must be mistaken. There doesn't look like there is a magic sword in this well!"

Ye Feng turned around and looked at the old man in confusion.

"Master, how could I lie to you? This matter was passed down by our ancestors. If this matter had not happened, our ancestors would not have passed it down.

Immortal Master, if you can, please jump into the well and have a look."

The old man said.

Ye Feng sent his spiritual sense to explore the well, but still found nothing.

"What a deep well! Perhaps the magic weapon has sunk to the bottom of the well, so no spiritual power can detect it."

Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.

"Master, I definitely didn't lie to you!"

The old man said again with certainty.

"Okay, old man, I believe you, I'll go down and take a look!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he leaped into the well.

After entering the well, Ye Feng activated the water-attributed magic power in his body and swam to the bottom of the well.

It was unknown how long he swam, but Ye Feng's spiritual sense finally reached the bottom of the well.

Deep at the bottom of the well there was actually a network of waterways, with water flowing from west to east.

After falling to the bottom of the well, Ye Feng scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, but still did not find any magical weapon.

"Could it be that the old man is lying to me?"

Ye Feng muttered to himself.