Qiankun Gourd

"Damn it! I will definitely return this blow! Holy Ancestor Jiaochi, right? Just wait!"

Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.

This old fellow has great magical powers. If he wants to take revenge, he must enter the Mahayana stage.

"Thank you, senior, for not killing me!"

Ye Feng covered his chest, endured the severe pain, and stumbled to his feet. This man had great magical powers, and it was already lucky that he could survive.

"Well! You're not bad, you can actually block my attack!"

"This blow is your punishment for destroying my disciple's body!"

"I have something I want to ask you!"

"You practiced the Taixuan Gong of the Taixuan Sect of the human race, so why do you still have the aura of the True Spirit Clan?"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi asked.

"To be honest, senior! I am a disciple of the Taixuan Sect, and also a disciple of the Zhenye Patriarch of the Zhenling Clan!"

Ye Feng coughed and said.

"What? You...you are a disciple of Taixuan Sect and a disciple of Patriarch Zhenye?"

Upon hearing this, Saint Ancestor Jiaochi was stunned, and then smiled softly.

"Okay, I understand! That's all for now, just practice hard!"

"In another hundred years, the demonic calamity will come, and our spiritual world needs young people like you!"

After saying this, Saint Ancestor Jiao Chi turned around and waved his robe sleeves. A grey light swept towards Jiao Xiu and the two of them disappeared on the spot.

"Master! Why don't you kill this boy and avenge your disciple!"

Jiao Xiu asked somewhat unhappily.

"I said you were a bastard, and you really are a bastard!"

"This is the land of the Tianfeng Clan. Behind this kid are the Human Clan and the True Spirit Clan. Do you want me to face the True Spirit Saint Ancestor, the Tianfeng Saint Ancestor, and the Xuanyuan Saint Ancestor at the same time?"

"If you are not as skilled as others, don't blame anyone else!"

When Saint Ancestor Jiaochi thought of Saint Ancestor Zhenling, Saint Ancestor Tianfeng, and Saint Ancestor Xuanyuan, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he cursed Jiaoxiu.

"Fortunately, I didn't hit him so hard. If I had killed him, I would have been in big trouble if the three old guys came to my door!"

Before Saint Ancestor Jiaochi came, he had already made arrangements with Saint Ancestor Tianfeng, and promised not to harm Ye Feng's life as long as his disciple was found.

He never expected that Ye Feng was related to the human race and the True Spirit Race. Fortunately, he showed mercy.

"Sir, are you okay? If you hadn't stopped me, I would have taught that old guy a lesson!"

Hu Ling'er appeared in front of Ye Feng in a flash.

"This old guy has great magical powers. Even if we join forces, we may not be his opponent! What's more, I don't want you to be exposed."

Ye Feng took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and said lightly.

Hu Ling'er said no more. She took the small gourd and put it to Ye Feng's mouth. Ye Feng opened his mouth and gulped down a few mouthfuls. He closed his eyes slightly and began to regulate his breathing.

It took Ye Feng several days to recover.

"This attack is really powerful. It took me such a long time to recover!"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and stood up slightly.

"Sir, I'm glad you're okay!"

Hu Ling'er heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Ye Feng looked much better.

Then she brought the many spiritual foods she had prepared to Ye Feng.

"Sir, please have some snacks, which I made myself!"

Ye Feng took a look at the various kinds of snacks in front of him and praised: "I didn't expect that Ling'er, you have such skills!"

"My lord, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you! I just remembered it these days!"

"How about trying it, young master?"

Hu Ling'er smiled slightly.

"Ok!"

Ye Fengwen nodded slightly, picked up a hexagonal pastry and put it into his mouth. The pastry melted in his mouth, and a sweet and delicious taste instantly entered his mind.

"Delicious! Fragrant and sweet!"

Ye Feng smiled happily.

"Since it tastes good, please eat more!"

Hu Ling'er was very happy to see Ye Feng so happy.

"Wangwang!"

"Ow!"

When Wangcai and Jinmao heard that there was something delicious, they quickly flew out of the spirit beast rings, jumped in front of Ye Feng, stuck out their tongues, and wagged their tails to beg for food.

“Haha, you guys want to eat too!”

Ye Feng casually gave a bowl of pastries to Wangcai and Jinmao.

Wangcai and Jinmao couldn't wait and went forward to eat.

"Wangwang!"

"Ow!"

While eating, they kept shouting "delicious, delicious".

Amidst the laughter and cheers, the token of the Brahma Sword Sect suddenly began to shine.

"Senior! I am Yinli! I need your help with something!"

The voice transmitted by the token was not Wang Lin's, but the voice of the Yinli Corpse King.

"Oh? It's Brother Yinli, what can I do for you?"

Ye Feng asked curiously.

"This is a long story! I want to talk to you face to face!"

The Yinli Corpse King transmitted the message again.

"I am really busy. If it is not an urgent matter, it is better for Brother Yinli to handle it himself!"

Ye Feng just wanted to practice at the moment and didn't want to get involved in other things, so he politely refused.

"If you don't help me, I'm dead this time!"

"If you can help me, I am willing to offer you my family's Nether Spring Milk!"

"Milk of the Underworld Spring? What is this?"

It was the first time Ye Feng had heard of this thing, so he asked curiously.

"This item is quite helpful in improving your cultivation!"

The Yinli Corpse King spoke again.

"Sir, I've heard of this thing!"

"This item is a priceless treasure of the underworld continent. It is very helpful for the fusion stage cultivators who practice ghost arts to break through their cultivation!"

Hu Ling'er transmitted the message to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng nodded slightly upon hearing this and said again:

"Fellow Daoist Yinli, please wait a moment, we will be there now!"

"Ling'er, are you sure this item will help me improve my cultivation?"

Ye Feng put away the token and asked Hu Ling'er again.

"Don't worry, sir! If it is really the milk of the Nether Spring, it will definitely be helpful to you!"

"I heard that there is a dark spring in the underworld continent. There is a spring in the dark spring, and every 100,000 years, some dark spring milk will be produced."

Hu Ling'er explained to Ye Feng.

"It takes a hundred thousand years to produce a drop of Nether Spring Milk? It is indeed a priceless treasure! Okay, let's go to the Brahma Sword Sect now."

Ye Feng was both excited and happy when he heard this.

Hu Ling'er disappeared in a flash.

There was a flash of light in the cave, and Ye Feng used the teleportation bead to disappear on the spot. The next moment, he appeared in the main hall of the Fenjian Sect.

"Meet the Master!"

Wang Lin, Zhuo Zifan and Du Qingqing bowed at the same time.

"I've met senior!"

A young man in a black robe and with a pale face stood below and saluted with his fists clasped.

"You are...you are Fellow Daoist Yinli?"

Ye Feng was surprised to see the change in the appearance of the Yinli Corpse King.

"It's this junior!"

Yin Li said without daring to be negligent.

"Well! Wang Lin, Zhuo Zifan, Du Qingqing, you guys go down first. I have something to say to fellow Daoist Yinli!"

Ye Feng waved his hand and said.

"As ordered!"

The three of them agreed and left the hall.

"Brother and sister, do you feel that Master's magical power seems to have increased a lot!"

Zhuo Zifan asked as he walked.

"I feel it too! I wonder when we can reach the level of our Master?"

Du Qingqing said with a smile.

"Junior sister, junior brother! As long as we practice hard, we will definitely reach that level."

Wang Lin smiled slightly.