Journey To Longevity

"Is there any news from Master?" Du Yu asked after Jifeng mentioned Qinghe.

"Just don't worry, this guy won't die so easily." Ji Feng said without changing his expression.

Qinghe is one step away from Huashen, and he has the incarnation of a jade bone in his hand, and he is carrying the Mingyu Yuanguang Mirror, a spiritual treasure inherited from the sect. His life lamp was still as bright as a star, which meant that his condition couldn't be better.

Du Yu wanted to divert his master's attention, but Ji Feng couldn't see it.

He went on to say: "Qin Xiangshan practiced "Xiang Di Jue", this kind of strange magic is different from the method we practice now, with five disadvantages and three shortcomings, under four calamities, there have been few physiognomy masters since ancient times. You can avoid disasters. Qin Xiangshan died at the hands of Qin Feng, so he has his own disasters. When you practice to my level, you will naturally know more."

"By the way, is there any news from Wanjianmen?" Ji Feng suddenly stopped and asked.

"Yu Xing has been practicing in seclusion for these years, everything else is normal, and there is no trace of Muji Sanren!" Du Yu said slowly.

Nascent Soul monks have a long lifespan, and sometimes they feel something in their hearts, and it is perfectly normal to retreat for several years or decades. In some dramas in the world, it is written that a fairy in the sky falls in love with a mortal after falling in love with a mortal, but this is nothing more than a mortal's imagination after all. Sometimes a high-level monk retreats for a lifetime, let alone an immortal?

Even if there is, it is just a game in the world of mortals, laughing foolishly for a lifetime without knowing it!

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On an unnamed island in the South China Sea, on one of the sparsely forested hills, a black-robed monk slowly fell from the sky.

With a flick of his sleeve, red smoke billowed from a distance of ten feet in front of him, and a double-headed mountain ghost jumped out of it, but it was scorched black in many places, and there were dozens of deep or shallow slender wounds, bloody and fleshy. It looked rather embarrassing. There was a light black halo all over its body, and from the middle of the left and right heads, a bloodstain gradually split open, and there were thin strands of blood intertwined in the middle, which slowly separated in the black light.

'Da da da……'

The bloodshots broke one by one, and it was enough time for a cup of tea, and there were two mountain ghosts with pointed foreheads and black faces lying on the ground.

"It's just a fool to be hurt by such a fool." Qin Feng took off his mask and said indifferently.

After the separation, the mountain ghosts were even weaker. Under Qin Feng's scolding, they did not dare to make any wailing, but knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Go and heal yourself." Qin Feng looked at the mountain ghost on the ground, and randomly popped out two scarlet elixir.

"Thank you, master!" the mountain ghost said hoarsely. They quickly grabbed the panacea from the ground, swallowed it together with the weeds and dust, and then tiptoed to the side to heal their injuries.

Looking at the distance, Qin Feng chuckled for some reason. He stepped on it lightly twice, and a yellow aura rose around him, completely hiding his figure in an instant.

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Three days later, the sea area near Nanxiao City was calm.

And on the sea surface, there was a startling rainbow sailing rapidly, which rolled up the white misty waves, and flew away in a blink of an eye, leaving only waves, which gradually went away.

In the red light, besides Zhenjun Jifeng who was wearing a gray Taoist robe, there was also Zhang Shiping who was wearing a green shirt. At dawn today, a Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been enchanted by the secret technique came to Xuanyuanzong Palace and sent an invitation.

After the two flew four or five hundred miles away, a small island was in sight. After a while, the two of them slowly descended on the hill.

Zhang Shiping's spiritual sense swept away, and there were no other things on the island except for some low-level monsters. His eyes were heavy, and he looked left and right again, but he still didn't notice anything unusual, but it was True Monarch Jifeng, with a cold light in his eyes.

All of a sudden, Zhenjun Jifeng had a scroll in his hand. He unfolded it casually, and the painting suddenly disappeared, and then there was a very noisy sound from the heaven and the earth

'Boom, boom...' was somewhat similar to the sound of the tsunami.

Zhang Shiping saw a blood shadow flashing past in front of his eyes, and then bursts of yellow light rose from where they were standing. At some point, a few feet away from them, there was a man in black sitting cross-legged. Cultivator, this person wears a half-crying half-smiling wood grain mask on his face, and there is a faint black light lingering around his body, but there is an extra five-claw bloodstain on the top of his head.

"Senior Jifeng, you don't need to greet him like this when you meet." The black-robed monk got up and bowed.

After Qin Feng saw Jifeng, he was not as arrogant as before. If there were not two hideous mountain ghosts not far away, he would be more like a scholar.

"The old man always wants to see if you are qualified to talk to me." Ji Feng stretched out his hand towards the void, and there was an extra scroll in his hand, and behind him suddenly appeared a shadow of blood with a blurred face. Taotao made Zhang Shiping feel palpitations.

"What about now?" Qin Feng asked with a smile.

"It's pretty passable. Tell me, what is the purpose of doing so many things. Don't say it's for your master's relics. According to your current cultivation base, you are already outstanding, surpassing others." Ji Feng nodded. He just tried a little bit to confirm that Qin Feng's late Yuanying cultivation was not disguised by secret methods.

"No, no, I came here this time for the relics of Qin Xiangshan. But besides this matter, of course I have some things to discuss with you." Qin Feng said slowly.

Ji Feng flipped his hands and took out the Mingqiao stone slab, sent it forward, and floated in front of Qin Feng. In the past three days, he has carefully looked at this magic weapon dozens of times, and performed various secret methods, but he did not find anything. As for whether Zhang Shiping still has something and doesn't take it out, this kind of thing is very small.

"Only this thing, nothing else?" Qin Feng received the stone slab, his eyes flashed with ghostly light, and after a few breaths, he frowned and said.

"There's no need to put on a show. If you were really that eager, you would have already taken action yourself. How can you be so unhurried? If you don't say what it is for, the old man will leave. You trespassed on Nanxiao City. Let it go, but if you continue to act mischievously at this juncture, after the Hai Clan is defeated, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, it will be difficult to appease the anger of the Venerable!" Ji Feng said coldly.

With Qin Feng's current cultivation level, even if he killed Zhang Shiping, a Jindan junior, as long as he didn't do anything against the clan, Venerable Hongyue would not embarrass him. After all, after Xuanshan and Xifeng left, Hongyue faced Ao Qing and Qianmu alone. The pressure was too great, and there was an urgent need for someone from the younger generation to be promoted to Huashen to share the pressure.