Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling did not sacrifice the fourth-level spirit beast to kill these people, but chose to leave, because there were still some scattered cultivators from Fengqiao Town watching the battle, and there were other cultivators passing by in the Grand Canyon. It was easy to kill Qu Yang and his men, but it was impossible to kill them all.

The fourth-level spirit beasts that Ye Ling could use for attack were only the powerful purple ice rock beast, demon dragon and snow ferret. The spirit turtle was too slow, and the pink spirit rabbit had no attack power.

If he wanted to kill them all, he had to use the first three fourth-level spirit beasts. If he did that, it would be consistent with the three spirit beasts of the blue-shirted cultivator that were rumored in the market of Fengqiao Town. If he was not careful and the news leaked, the Cao family was not stupid, and they would target him again and issue a hunting order again.

Therefore, it was extremely risky to do so. It was not worth it to kill the innocent cultivators within dozens of miles to get rid of the Yuncang Sect cultivators who blocked the road. Ye Ling weighed the pros and cons and finally did not do it.

Anyway, Qu Yang was already defeated by him. He saved half his life this time, which was enough for him to recuperate for a while. The next time he saw him, it would inevitably leave a shadow in his heart, which would only be worse each time! It would be better to do a favor to Wei Tong so as not to completely grudge against the Yuncang Sect.

The earth shield formation formed by the disciples of the Yuncang Sect was extremely nervous when they saw Ye Ling passing by. Cold sweat appeared on their temples. They did not dare to neglect it at all. They carefully turned the earth shield formation and remained vigilant at all times.

After the extremely powerful Ye Ling left, the disciples of the Yuncang Sect breathed a sigh of relief, lifted up the dying Qu Yang, and hurried to the entrance of the Shuangfeng Canyon.

The cultivators of Fengqiao Town who were watching the battle from behind stared at each other with incredible eyes!

"Oh my god! It turns out that he is Ye Ling, the eldest disciple of the Medicine Valley Sect, who is at the eighth level of Qi training! He actually seriously injured a strong man at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training! And it was a head-on confrontation, a fair battle, without relying on any talismans or external forces, and Qu Yang was defeated in just a few breaths!"

"Qu Yang's undefeated myth has finally been broken! The disciples of the Medicine Valley Sect have always been weak in combat power. Now that Ye Ling has been born, my impression of the Medicine Valley Sect has been completely overturned!"

"Terrible! No wonder he dared to roam the Grand Canyon alone. The top five of the Fengqiao Town Qi training disciples competition must be him!"

This group of Fengqiao Town casual cultivators were still not satisfied, and they wanted to inform everyone of the news immediately. As witnesses of this amazing battle, they felt extremely honored when they thought about being able to show off and talk about it in front of everyone!

However, they had no idea that they had just walked through the gate of hell. Their life and death were only in Ye Ling's thoughts!

Ye Ling used the Wind Control Technique to continue galloping in the East Lingze Grand Canyon. He had plenty of Ruyi Zhuan Shen Pills, which could continuously replenish his mana. As he walked further and further, he met more and more monks on the road.

Wherever he went, people looked at him sideways, and they were all curious about this monk running alone. Some people were sharp-eyed and had seen the Cao family's hunting orders in recent days. They recognized who the monk in the moon-white satin long gown was at a glance, and cast surprised and confused eyes.

"Didn't Cao Mansion cancel the hunting order against Ye Ling, Wei Tong and others? Why is he still running? Weird!"

"Maybe he is trying to catch up with the team of the 'Medicine' Valley Sect? Haha, how could he know that even if there are many teams of cultivators leading the way, there will inevitably be some fish that slip through the net, such as the fierce canyon monsters that are hidden. If we run into them, it would be better for you and me to team up, but he alone? Hehe, we can only leave it to fate!"

Some of the teams of scattered cultivators are all Qi training level 7 cultivators. When they saw the Qi training level 8 moon white satin long gown cultivators running by, they did not The intention of killing people and seizing treasures was just to strengthen his own team, so he called out loudly: "Daoyou! How about we team up and go together?"

Ye Ling paused for a moment, turned around, and said loudly: "Excuse me, how many miles are we from the large group of people in front?"

"Hey! We were scattered by the monsters in the canyon at noon, so we fell behind. With our speed, if we work harder, we will definitely catch up with most of the monks in front before dark."

"Thank you! I appreciate your kindness, goodbye!" Ye Ling clasped his fists slightly and flew away.

Of course, he didn't think the other party had any good intentions, but he couldn't see any bad intentions. It's just that in times of trouble, you can find a companion, take care of each other, and survive.

With Ye Ling's strength, there is no need to team up with these weak people. Tang Xiong, the leader of the Southern Saint Sect, who was guarding the Shuangfeng Canyon, originally intended to take care of the powerful elite disciples of his sect and set a rule that the foundation-building cultivators were not allowed to step into the canyon. Who would have thought that by chance, it would inadvertently facilitate Ye Ling!

In the entire Donglingze Grand Canyon, there are only a handful of Qi-cultivating cultivators who can stop Ye Ling!

After an hour, Ye Ling caught up with the large group of people and finally saw the traces of the monsters. Seven or eight hundred cultivators were spread all over the mountains and plains, each forming a team to encircle and suppress the canyon monsters, and slowly moved forward.

Ye Ling spread his spiritual sense and looked around, and found many familiar figures.

The most conspicuous ones were undoubtedly the gorgeously dressed female cultivators of the Fengchi Sect. They had three teams, all obeying the orders of the eldest sister Bai Qiu, who was dressed in bright red.

For a moment, Ye Ling did not see the Yuncang Sect team led by Wei Tong. Instead, he saw many teams of family cultivators, including a servant from the Cao Mansion who was familiar with Ye Ling's portrait.

"Huh? Ye Ling is here! We in the Cao Mansion have been hunting him for several days. As soon as the hunting order was cancelled, he came out to train. He is really bold!"

"You are ignorant, right? I heard from the head of the family last night that Ye Ling is a newly promoted master of alchemy, which is unprecedented in Fengqiao Town for thousands of years! For such an alchemy genius, the head of the family has not only cancelled the hunting order, but also intends to win him over. When we meet him, we must be respectful and polite!"

The servants of the Cao Mansion said all kinds of things, looking at the man they had been hunting for more than half a month with extremely envious eyes.

Ye Ling was too lazy to pay attention to them. Seeing that all the monks' teams were hunting monsters, he wanted to rush to the front and pass through the monsters, but it was too conspicuous under the watchful eyes of the crowd. He could only keep a low profile as much as possible and move forward with the large group of people.

Suddenly, Ye Ling glanced and saw the monks of his sect. He flew straight to the southeast and slashed Shura Break in the air!

Zuo Boming and Xie Xiang had combined into a team, and were leading the elite disciples of their sect, who were of common origin, to besiege a third-rank ferocious beast, a mandrill. Three of their fellow disciples had already been injured, and Zuo Boming was still struggling to hold on. Suddenly, an extremely strong and fierce evil spirit whizzed past his ears and hit the mandrill on the back!