I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

A hundred meters away from the wooden house.

Leng Chanfeng stopped under the shadow of the tree and looked out coldly.

"He's just a kid, how could he attract such auspicious signs? Could it be that he got a chance to defy the heavens?"

He was puzzled and observed patiently for a while, but he didn't see any treasure, nor did he find any newborns in this mountain village.

It was normal for Leng Chanfeng not to understand. No matter how hard he thought, he would never have imagined that someone would obtain spiritual roots by using the Supreme Dragon Marrow.

The reason is very simple, the Supreme Dragon Marrow is so precious, he has never even seen it, so of course he doesn't think about it.

The more important reason is that it is too luxurious to give the supreme dragon marrow to a mortal who has no talent for cultivating immortals.

Leng Chanfeng saw Yuan Feng dressed in cloth and looking poor, so he didn't dare to think in that direction.

"According to my disciple, there is only one mortal here, but looking at the spiritual energy around this kid, he is clearly halfway through Qi Refining. Is my disciple mistaken?"

He was about to move forward in confusion when suddenly a demonic aura attacked him.

The demonic aura was so strong that Leng Chanfeng's breathing was suffocated.

"Such a strong demonic aura, it makes me tremble with fear. There really is a big demon out there."

Seeing this scene, Leng Chanfeng had to be extremely alert and act with extreme caution.

He circled the wooden house several times, and the evil spirit made him feel more and more breathless. He couldn't find a breakthrough for a long time.

"With such a demonic aura, that boy is calm and composed, strolling leisurely in the garden, extraordinary!"

Under the pressure of the demonic power, in Leng Chanfeng's eyes, every move of Yuan Feng chopping Zhu Cai seemed extremely threatening.

"Good swordsmanship. Without thousands of years of enlightenment in swordsmanship, one cannot unleash such domineering power. Losing my composure is beyond my control. I was reckless. I should discuss this with the sect leader."

Under the pressure of the demonic power, Leng Chanfeng was already feeling like every tree and grass was an enemy, and all his courage was scared away.

I immediately wanted to back out.

The old man narrowed his eyes and was about to fly away.

A distance of one hundred meters is not far, you can see and hear the shouting within your sight.

Yuan Feng was chopping pork food when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Leng Chanfeng. He seemed to be a stranger, wearing a white robe, standing far away, with an air of an immortal.

When I thought about how I got a cheap master yesterday, I gained a lot of benefits.

Yuan Feng became interested and raised his hand to gesture.

"Immortal, please sit inside!"

"No, I was discovered!"

Leng Chanfeng's heart trembled when he was greeted. A chill ran from his feet to his head, and his hair stood on end.

As soon as Yuan Feng greeted him, the demonic power that was pressing on Leng Chanfeng suddenly disappeared.

Leng Chanfeng was not happy about this, but felt desperate instead.

"Oh no, this is a show of force for me. The demonic power is unfathomable if it is controlled by this young man."

Leng Chanfeng's thoughts were flooding.

Now is the time to make a decision.

Go or stay?

If you want to leave, can you get away?

Leng Chanfeng felt that he couldn't escape. Based on the oppressive feeling of the demonic power, he was no match for it.

In that case, I can only stay.

At worst, I'll die, but I'd rather die with dignity.

Besides, he might not die. So far, he had only stood and watched from a distance, and had not done anything rude to the mysterious young man.

Having made up his mind, Leng Chanfeng walked towards the courtyard.

"Sorry for bothering you."

When he came closer, Yuan Feng saw his face clearly.

He has white beard and white eyebrows, but his face does not look old.

Now Yuan Feng was more determined to gain some benefits from the other party.

"My God, would you like some tea?"

"Give me some if possible. I'm a little thirsty." Leng Chanfeng didn't dare to refuse.

"My Immortal, please sit over there first. I'll go make some tea." Yuan Feng pointed to the simple stone table in the yard and went into the house.

Looking at Yuan Feng's back, Leng Shanfeng tried his best to try to explore the other party's realm.

After using all the known spells, there was only one result, that is, Yuan Feng was a young man who had not yet cultivated immortality but was extremely talented.

Leng Chanfeng didn't believe this result. He just felt that Yuan Feng must have hidden his strength.

Or, Yuan Feng used some magical skill to hide his own strength.

Or, his Yuan Feng realm is far higher than his own.

Leng Chanfeng believes the latter is more likely.

Otherwise, how could Yuan Feng control such powerful demonic power.

Leng Chanfeng took a quick glance at the cowshed and was immediately frightened to the point of shaking all over.

He saw a pig and a cow.

The demonic power was overwhelming, and his cultivation level could not be seen clearly, but it was certain that he was at least above the level of a demon king, and his strength was far beyond his own.

Who can keep two demon king-level spirit beasts in captivity at the same time?

Even if the Immortal Master Nanhai, the number one beast tamer in Hunyuan Continent, came, he couldn't be as good as this.

"what?"

Just then, Yuan Feng came out of the house holding tea.

"My god, it's not even autumn yet. Are you cold? Why are you shivering?"

"I'm not cold, I'm shivering because I'm practicing."

"The immortal is really hardworking. I wonder what realm he is in?"

"It took a thousand years to finally reach the Nascent Soul stage."

"The immortal is a thousand years old?" Yuan Feng opened his mouth wide. He was really surprised. "I can't tell. The immortal looks only thirty years old."

"Because of the technique, I can't compare to you, fellow Taoist."

Fellow?

Yuan Feng was startled when he heard the other party address him. He thought it was a compliment to him, so he just thought it was polite and didn't think much about it.

"By the way, what realm is ahead of the Nascent Soul that the immortal mentioned?"

The master had gone out and no one knew when he would be back, so Yuan Feng met an old monk who was over a thousand years old. Of course, he had to ask him about the things he didn't understand.

But Leng Chanfeng didn't think so. In his eyes, Yuan Feng was a thousand-year-old monster whose realm was higher than his own.

Asking yourself such simple common sense questions must be testing yourself.

"Before Nascent Soul, there is Golden Core. Before Golden Core, there is Foundation Building. After Foundation Building, there is Qi Refining, the starting point of cultivation."

Leng Chanfeng explained all the realms below the Nascent Soul in one breath, so that Yuan Feng would not take the opportunity to test him again.

"Is that so?" Yuan Feng nodded with satisfaction. "By the way, the immortal's sword is really beautiful."

"Ah?" Leng Chanfeng was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "This is my personal flying sword, named Yunyi, it is the work of swordsmith master Mo Qi, it is the best of the best. Since you like it, I will give it to you."

Leng Chanfeng felt very sad at the moment. This flying sword was made by him after he spent hundreds of years collecting various precious metals and paid a huge amount of money to have Master Tomoqi forge it.

It's not even warm in my hands and I'm going to give it away in the blink of an eye. How can I not feel heartbroken?

But there is no way not to send it, the other party has already said so much.

This is no longer a hint, it's an open robbery.

If I don’t agree, I dare not think about the consequences.

"You're giving this to me now?"

Yuan Feng was stunned for a moment, so he simply praised the other person's sword, was polite, and used the opportunity to start a conversation.

I didn't expect that the other party would give the sword to me directly.

This is so grand.

Sure enough, my decision to say hello just now was the right one.

The book also says that cultivating immortals goes against the will of heaven, and that cultivators compete with each other for resources, are deceitful and deceitful, and the strong prey on the weak, which is quite cruel.

Now I have personally experienced that it is not the case at all. The monks I have met are all very friendly.

They deliver things to each person’s door.

"Then I'll accept it. Thank you for your kindness, Immortal. Please have some tea." Yuan Feng took the flying sword with a smile.

On the contrary, Leng Chanfeng was so heartbroken that his face turned pale.

He sighed inwardly: There is gain in loss, it's just a flying sword, I can just forge it. Since this person's strength is unfathomable, the items on him must be extraordinary.

I think this tea is quite good, as clear as water, it must be fairy tea.

Thinking of this, Leng Chanfeng felt much better and picked up the bowl to drink.

"Hmm? Fellow Daoist, this tea..."

"Doesn't it taste good?"

"It's quite sweet, but a little bland."

"Of course it's weak. I don't have any tea leaves at home. I only have one leaf left. I put it all in the bowl that the immortal drank from. Next time, I'll buy some tea and you can come over again."

Waiting for next time?

Leng Chanfeng's mouth twitched. He came here once and got nothing in return, and even lost his precious flying sword. He didn't want to come again.

Looking at the lonely tea leaves in the tea bowl, their sinking appearance seemed like Leng Chanfeng's heart, dead and motionless.

"I've already had this tea, fellow Taoist. I'm sorry to bother you any further. I'll leave now."

"Oh, Immortal, take care."

Yuan Feng had no intention of trying to keep her. He was busy feeding the pigs and had no time to accompany her for tea.

"No need to send it."

Leng Chanfeng waved his sleeves and was about to fly away with the sword, but suddenly he remembered that he had given the sword away. He could only wave his sleeves again awkwardly and walked out of the yard.

After getting away from the courtyard, he released his colorful-tailed eagle and prepared to drive the spirit beast away.

"Huh? A colorful-tailed eagle?"

After releasing it, Leng Chanfeng froze and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The seven-colored tail is so gorgeous, is this a breakthrough?

"Eighth level!"

Leng Chanfeng believed that he was not mistaken.

But how could there be a sudden breakthrough?

His own Colorful Tail Eagle had been stuck at the seventh level for hundreds of years. How come it suddenly broke through?

Could it be... Leng Chanfeng looked back at the courtyard.

"Is this a return gift from the senior?"

In just a cup of tea, Yuan Feng's address to him changed from "boy" at first, to "young man", to "fellow Taoist".

Now he has become a "senior".

The Colorful-tailed Eagle was influenced by Yuan Feng and broke through to the eighth level. This was an unintentional act on Yuan Feng's part.

But in Leng Chanfeng's opinion, this is not the case.

Directly attribute the breakthrough to Yuan Feng’s proactive gift.

Bowing reverently towards the courtyard, Leng Chanfeng couldn't wait to sit on the colorful tail eagle.

He wanted to go back to the sect and tell everyone in the sect the good news.

The good news is: There is a powerful senior in Hongfeng Mountain. The senior is extremely generous. With a wave of his hand, he helped his spirit beast to upgrade to a higher level.