National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

Seeing Yi's panicked look, Ye Feng slapped him on the back of the head with his backhand.

"I don't even care what you're afraid of."

Although Ye Feng said so, Yi was still a little scared. It seemed that Dongshan City's system should be very strict.

There are distinct levels, such a system is almost the same as that in the world of cultivating immortals.

Under Yi's leadership, Ye Feng came to Dongshan City.

Dongshan City is a town made up of many houses, and the central area has four walls made of stone bricks.

Under Yi's explanation, Ye Feng knew that the area separated by the wall was the place where the magician lived.

Magicians are basically high-ranking and look down on ordinary people at all. Even if a magician kills an ordinary person, no one will punish him.

The so-called regulations here are to restrict ordinary people.

Ye Feng is a bit disgusted with this kind of social system, this shit is not as good as the world of cultivating immortals.

Originally thought that the world of cultivating immortals was enough for animals, but I didn't expect that this ancient period would be even more important.

Ye Feng's clothes are out of tune with this era, so that after he entered Dongshan City, many people looked at him strangely.

"This is my home, Mr. Mage, don't dislike me."

Yi pointed to the slightly dilapidated thatched cottage in front of him and said, Ye Feng slapped him again after hearing the words.

"Call me Ye Feng, and can you be tougher, you weren't so cowardly when we first met just now."

"My father was killed by the magician because I offended them..."

There was a trace of helplessness and remorse in Yi's eyes, but Ye Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, then patted him on the shoulder and said:

"You are not wrong. What is wrong is this era. If you have an afterlife to live thirty million years later, in that era, I hope you can be a person with backbone, just like your name, Yi, perseverance."

After speaking, Ye Feng asked Yi to open the thatched hut and go in.

The thatched hut was very simple, and Yi processed the fish he caught and prepared a meal for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his consciousness quickly swept across the entire Dongshan City.

In an instant, he discovered that there was a big gap between the magicians of the ancient law period and the magicians of 30 million years later.

Modern magicians use magic energy in their bodies, while magicians in ancient times use magic energy to manipulate the aura between heaven and earth to form magic.

In essence, there is a big gap.

But one thing Ye Feng can confirm is that the gold content of magicians in ancient times is much higher than that of modern times. One is to rely on magic energy to use magic, but in this era magicians use the magic energy in their bodies to control aura to produce powerful magic.

On the contrary, it is somewhat similar to Xiuxian, but there is also a big gap.

Magicians can only control a small amount of aura between heaven and earth, while immortal practitioners can directly absorb aura to strengthen their bodies and even produce aura by themselves.

Regardless of the upper limit or the lower limit, magicians and immortal cultivators are not on the same level.

And just when Ye Feng was thinking about how he should return to the original era.

At this time, the wooden door of the thatched cottage was suddenly kicked open.

A man in an exquisite ancient costume that was obviously different from that of ordinary people like Yi walked into the thatched cottage, followed by two men in their thirties who were slightly more ordinary.

"According to the regulations of Dongshan City, those who have reached the age of 20 must go to the Dongshan Mine for a year of hard labor. Yi, you have turned 20 this year and must go to hard labor."

The man's tone was extremely cold, and Yi, who heard this, hurried over and said:

"Master Mage, I will go to labor tomorrow, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Hmph, you are self-aware."

The man turned around and was about to leave when he saw Ye Feng coming out of the bedroom. He frowned and said, "What's your name?"

"maple."

"Looking at your appearance, you should have reached the age of forced labor. Tomorrow, we will go to the mine to work with him."

After speaking, the magician man left Yi's thatched cottage.

The place where this kind of poor people live is really disgusting, and staying in this kind of place is simply an insult to his identity.

Not long after the magician man left, Yi hurried over and said anxiously to Ye Feng:

"Feng, why don't you tell that person that you are a magician, so that you don't have to go to the mines to work. The place is very tiring. After entering, you will work for at least two years. I know many people who are sick after working."

Ye Feng took out a cigarette and lighter from the storage ring, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"What is noble about a magician? They are all human beings. I just want to see what the mine looks like, how the people in it live, and...whether the magician in Dongshan City should atone for his sins. "

A murderous intent flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and he saw all the shadows of his disgusting appearance from a junior mage.

This is the case for a mere elementary magician, so what about intermediate and advanced magicians?

"I'm going out for a walk, remember to leave me a bite for lunch."

Ye Feng patted Yi on the shoulder, and left the thatched cottage with a cigarette in his mouth.

Before the junior magician just saw Ye Feng, his clothes had already changed into the standard coarse linen clothes of ordinary people in this era.

Except for a cigarette dangling from his mouth and short hair, Ye Feng has nothing special about him in this day and age.

How long would it take me to live without anime and games?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help pointing his middle finger at the sky.

God! wcnm!

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