My practice narration is weird

The force of the impact of the flying boat was extremely terrifying, but Master Wang Ting was naturally fine. He just felt his head was buzzing.

The old man was at a loss.

I had only been in seclusion for a while, so why did Daxuan develop such a terrifying magical weapon?

If the two countries were at war, if hundreds of these ships were to collide with each other first, wouldn't they be invincible?

The flying boat wouldn't have hit him, but he didn't realize it at first and took the initiative to get close to it, which led to the accident.

The old man wanted to get up, but then his mind moved, his head tilted, and he foamed at the mouth.

He simply fell down and pretended to be dead.

Since this is the beginning of bad luck, let's test how this kid behaves and what his character is like.

There was a murmur in my ears.

"Hey, don't die..."

Ye Wuyou climbed out of the wreckage of the flying boat, then knelt in front of the old man. He first tried to inject a little energy, but after a while there was no reaction.

Without hesitation, Ye Wuyou took out a small jade bottle and took out one of the items.

A purple lotus seed.

Treasures from heaven and earth, this lotus seed is the most top-notch medicine. Now that Ye Wuyou has taken it too much, its effect has weakened, but it is still a rare medicine that is of great use for great supernatural powers.

The old man who closed his eyes suddenly felt a surge in his heart.

This is... Taoist stuff.

A purple-gold lotus seed that only takes ten years from a Taoist school to have a chance to form.

Baiyun Temple was born out of the Taoist sect. This purple-gold lotus seed is just a life-saving medicine for Ye Wuyou now, but for him, combined with the Taoist Heart Sutra...

This thing will be of great benefit to him.

As soon as the lotus seeds were handed to the old man's mouth, Ye Wuyou suddenly froze.

[This motley old man is trying to pretend to be dead. Fortunately, you have a sharp eye and can see through this old man's plan at a glance. Since he wants to pretend to be dead, then you give him a ride! 】

Ye Wuyou had a stunned look in his eyes, and he hesitated in handing over the lotus seeds.

The narrator is right in theory, but how can he use his energy to detect that the other person's aura is loose and he looks like his life is in danger?

I am already a fifth-level Yuheng. What level must I be in to avoid his detection?

You can't even do it in the six ordinary realms.

Doesn’t it mean that this old way is unfathomable?

Do you believe the narrator, or do you believe what you have discovered?

Ye Wuyou finally handed over the purple-gold lotus seed.

But he muttered silently.

"If your life is really in danger, this purple golden lotus seed can save you."

"If you are really okay, I will still give you this lotus seed as an apology. No matter what, it is my fault in this matter, but next time if you touch me again..."

After hearing this, this old man could not sit still.

The old man opened his eyes directly, but without saying a word, he took the lotus seed and swallowed it in one mouthful.

Ye Wuyou looked calm, glanced at the life-saving medicine with only three left, and silently put it away without saying a word.

The old man in Taoist robes had a smile on his face, and he wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves in an inconspicuous manner, and then clicked his tongue again, as if he was thinking about something.

The other party is really okay.

When he saw this scene, Ye Wuyou immediately understood that the narrator was right, this guy seemed to be as unfathomable as he expected.

Six realms or seven realms?

The narrator's voice quickly answered his doubts.

Seventh Realm Tianji...

So is it really a case of porcelain?

The old man's words came with a smile, and his tone was a little excited.

"Young friend Ye, how many purple lotus seeds do you have left?"

Does he know me?

That's a real deal. You're here to wait for me.

Ye Wuyou's expression didn't change. He seemed to be standing calmly, but in fact he was silently brewing the Shinto technique.

Recalling these days crazily in my mind, I should have not provoked anyone.

Then why?

Wait, is it like the wind soul...

Chills spread from the spine in an instant. At the moment, there is no ancestor of the Lu family fighting for his life, no Luo Qinghan who can cooperate, and he can't use the magical power of heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou still responded without being humble or arrogant.

"There are three more."

"real?"

The old man's face clearly showed a trace of unfailing joy.

"Really, if senior likes it, junior can give it to you."

Without any hesitation, Ye Wuyou threw out the white jade bottle, and then the Shinto magic ripples flickered under his feet, and he shrank to an inch and launched it directly.

The old man took it, but his eyes were fixed on the ripples under Ye Wuyou's feet, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"How did he learn Shinto magic?"

However, with the magical power of shrinking the ground into an inch, it would be too timid to just throw the remaining lotus seeds to yourself.

The old Taoist opened the exquisite jade bottle with a leisurely expression. He was silent for a long time, but he smiled dumbly.

Damn it, it's an empty bottle.

"Why are you running? I won't harm you..."

Immediately, there were ripples flickering under his feet, and he was about to take a step forward.

Even though he had just stood there for a long time and Ye Wuyou had left for a while, he still didn't care.

If he wanted to, he could catch up.

But he took the initiative to cancel the Shinto technique and looked aside.

The flying boat crashed just now, and they landed beside a mountain forest trail.

On the rugged mountain road, a group of ragged victims came walking around the corner.

He brought his family with him, but he was clearly on the run.

This scene seemed a little strange to the old man.

There has been no war in Daxuan in recent years, and there have been no natural disasters or monster disasters. Occasionally, some demons have to hide away like the Honghua Tower and dare not let the world know about it.

It is normal to have a gap between the rich and the poor, but why are there such people who are like refugees from a disaster?

The old Taoist priest did not chase Ye Wuyou, but instead looked at the group of disaster victims and greeted them with a mellow voice.

"Fellow villagers, where are you from? What happened?"

The numb-faced disaster victims only realized that someone was calling them after the old Taoist priest called them two or three times.

The leading man came to his senses and saw that it was a charred old Taoist priest, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The leading man pointed to a place far away behind him, and his voice was a little intermittent, with a hint of fear

"The ground, the ground is burning..."

The Taoist priest nodded silently, and then threw the exquisite white jade empty bottle in his hand to the disaster victims.

"I don't have anything valuable on me, take it and exchange it for some steamed buns."

The leading disaster victim hesitated, looking at the white jade bottle in his hand that was obviously worth a lot of money, and the greed and entanglement of human nature were mixed on his face.

But he finally swallowed his saliva and made a not-so-standard salute to the old Taoist whose clothes were ragged and torn.

"No, no need. A cup of tea ago, a young man with a halo suddenly appeared beside us. He felt sorry for us and gave us silver and food."

"Your thing is too valuable. It is not an ordinary thing. We really can't afford it."

The disaster victim handed the white jade bottle back.

The old Taoist of Baiyun Temple was about to leave, but when he heard this, his face was slightly rippled.

Finally, he sighed and chanted softly.

"Blessings to the Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Then, the ripples under his feet flickered, and he performed the same shrinking the earth into an inch as Ye Wuyou.

With one step, the distance he crossed was far beyond Ye Wuyou's limit, even farther than Luo Qinghan.

However, the direction he went was not the direction where Ye Wuyou left.

It was the place where the burning [annihilation] never went out.

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After shrinking the ground several times, Ye Wuyou felt a little tired. Seeing that the other party did not chase him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Who was that person?

He was wearing a Taoist robe, was he from the Taoist sect? But Daxuan did not have any branches of the Taoist sect.

I had just thought of the worst possibility. Could it be that I was exposed with the sacred tree and attracted people's attention?

But thinking about it carefully, this was impossible. After all, I had never remembered that I was carrying the sacred tree before, and I had never mentioned it to others.

And the old Taoist did not show any killing intention.

After thinking about it, there was no result. Instead, I met a group of refugees on the road. Now they were far away, and Ye Wuyou could only give them money.

It was impossible to turn back now. The flying boat was also destroyed. I could only rely on my feet to go to Nanning.

Fortunately, the journey was halfway through, and it would take about two or three days to arrive.

Three days later.

The young man stepped into the city gate, but looking at the scene in front of him, he was not in a hurry to leave.

Ye Wuyou let out a long sigh, looked around, and said to himself.

"Are there so many people in the past?"

Perhaps the Luo family still has some reputation, and the certificate given is of some use. The city gate guard who just verified Ye Wuyou's identity replied casually.

"How could it be? In the past, there was not even one-third of it. It's just that a precious medicine appeared somewhere in the mountains outside Nanning City, which attracted so many people to come here in the past month."

"Oh, is that so? Now it is prosperous."

"What prosperity? It's chaotic when there are too many people. We are exhausted. Most of those who come here are people who have practiced martial arts. They all think that if they dig up precious medicine, they can sell it and get rich. Humph, I haven't seen many people find precious medicine. Instead, these young people fight every day when they disagree. They don't hold back when they chop with knives. I don't know if they are getting rich or not, but the clinic is getting rich. It's crowded every day."

Ye Wuyou smiled and took out silver to reward the gate guard who seemed to be introducing but actually venting his emotions.

Nanning City, which could only be barely prosperous in the past, is now overcrowded, and the not-so-wide streets are crowded with people.

Unlike Dayan, which is controlled by the court, some cities are not allowed to use swords and weapons. Of course, if you have a storage ring, that's another matter.

Daxuan is different. The atmosphere of Jianghu is much stronger. There are many practitioners in the crowd, with different levels of cultivation, and they can all carry weapons.

However, most of them are in the lower three realms, and the middle three realms are almost never seen.

Young men and women accompany each other, and the figures are scattered, traveling around the world.

You say they are here to find precious medicine and opportunities?

No, no, no, they are just joining in the fun.

The shops and stalls on the street are also very respectful, and they call you young knight.

There is a strange look in Ye Wuyou's eyes. This is the first time he has felt the difference of Daxuan so closely.

It seems that it is a very common thing in Daxuan to gather so many young practitioners like this.

But in Dayan, it can only be regarded as a sect team building when chasing Ye Wuyou. A large group of sect disciples go down the mountain to play in various ways. They play wherever they go when they are on the run.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou feels inexplicably depressed.

Following the crowd, without paying attention to the place name, Ye Wuyou just followed the connection of the contract in his heart and walked forward slowly.

It's not that he couldn't go directly to Wanbao Pavilion, but after thinking about it, it would be better to bring a gift.

Ye Wuyou stood at the street corner stall, looking at the stall owner with a rather strange look. The latter pointed to a strange-shaped white radish and told him that it was a thousand-year-old precious medicine Lingshen that had just been dug out.

Foxes should not eat radishes.

Ye Wuyou wanted to take a look again, but with a loud noise, a figure came over and smashed all the thousand-year-old medicine that the boss had filled with him.

"That's a thousand-year-old wild ginseng!" the stall owner cried, but he didn't want to pick up the white radish at all. Instead, he kicked the young man who hit his stall in disgust.

The young man vomited blood, and there was a dark palm mark on his chest. He was so angry that he fell to the ground.

A companion hurried over, pushed the crowd aside, hugged the young man, and then glared in front of him.

The crowd naturally parted on both sides to make room for both sides.

A somewhat gloomy-looking man stood at the other end of the crowd with gloomy eyes. He was still looking at the miserable state of the other person after receiving a slap from him, still looking fierce and laughing.

But the black hand that was shrinking behind him was trembling slightly, maybe because he was hurting someone and was trembling in his heart.

It was noon in May, and there were a lot of people. It was already a bit hot and unbearable.

It just so happens that young people are gathering together, practicing cultivation, and their blood is rising. Some small frictions can turn into quarrels and then fights.

What is Jianghu.

This is Jianghu.

Ye Wuyou didn't have the habit of trying to side-step each other, and he didn't know these people. Moreover, he didn't know whether the situation was right or wrong, and it wasn't like who was weak and who was right.

Besides, the young man was only injured, seriously, but not fatally.

One realm against three realms, that gloomy man really wanted to kill him, but he was already dead.

Anyway, there are so many people, and when it comes to life and death, there will always be someone who jumps out and makes a big deal into a trivial matter.

If there is really no one, I don't mind saving a life.

The sinister man was still chattering "declaration of victory" and did not perform any last-ditch attacks.

It seems that it will not turn into a life and death fight.

It's just a fight. If you win, don't you laugh at me? How can you still pretend to be a saint?

But he didn't notice the injured young man's look. His eyes were already red and bloodshot, and his eyes were about to burst, as if he couldn't swallow this breath.

Ye Wuyou looked at it and felt that it was a bit boring and couldn't buy any gifts, so he was about to turn around and leave.

But a crazy and hoarse cry came from the young man's mouth.

"go to hell."

It's like it's just catharsis.

But Ye Wuyou paused slightly.

He turned around slightly, and then looked at the scene in front of him with some confusion.

At that moment, why did you feel...a strange aura?

The sinister man laughed heartily. Seeing the other party's angrily breaking defense, his hands stopped shaking and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

I wanted to speak at the moment, but the next moment.

The words stopped abruptly.

The gloomy man who had just won suddenly had a look on his face, and then his eyes became blurry, his body went limp, and he fell straight to the ground.

The people around him hadn't reacted to the sudden scene. Some people laughed and cursed, saying "What are you pretending to be?" and quickly got up to continue.

But time passed by bit by bit, and even the stupidest person realized that something was wrong.

Ye Wuyou walked out of the crowd at some point, squatted down next to the gloomy man, stretched out his fingertips, and injected a little energy.

"No, who are you, his companion?" someone asked casually.

"He is dead."

Ye Wuyou retracted his hand, and then looked at the young man who was injured earlier.

The angry look on the face of the young man who was injured and fell to the ground has not completely dissipated at this moment. He looked at the dead man in front of him, but his eyes were filled with astonishment.

Ye Wuyou walked up to him and looked directly at him.

"Don't be nervous, tell me, what did you just do?"

"I, I don't know, I didn't do anything." The young man looked flustered, and the anger on his face finally dissipated completely.

Injuring and killing are completely different.

Besides, there are so many people here watching, but in any serious sect, unless they are full of passion, who will kill each other for a trivial matter?

"No, think carefully about what you just said." Ye Wuyou reminded.

"I said, I said..."

The young man looked flustered and seemed to be reminiscing.

He opened his mouth as if to finish the words.

But no sound came out.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were stunned.

The young man in front of him suddenly trembled all over, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and then he clutched his own throat, his facial expression became deformed in pain.

Ye Wuyou tried to inject Qi into the opponent, hoping to stabilize the opponent's injuries, but the next moment.

Blood spurted directly from his mouth in a steady stream.

The companion who was holding him before immediately screamed in surprise, dropped him, turned around and ran away quickly.

The crowd gathered around them all backed away with frightened expressions. Not long after, a huge void was left in the crowded city.

As for the previous stall owner, he had already run away with a pale face.

Ye Wuyou frowned, shook his head slightly, stood up again, and looked at the dead young man in front of him.

There was no strange aura about him.

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