National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

Ye Feng was sitting in the living room watching anime on the LCD TV. From time to time, there would be a sound of food explosions in the kitchen, which made people think about it.

A smell of burning something wafted into Ye Feng's nose.

An ominous premonition filled Ye Feng's heart.

When it was time to eat at noon, Zi Ling, whose face was somewhat blackened, came to the living room carrying plate after plate of unknown dishes.

After arranging the dishes, he turned his head and shouted at Ye Feng: "Ye Feng has eaten!"

After hearing Zi Ling's voice, Ye Feng walked to the table. He didn't want to eat, but he was curious about what the hell the other party made.

There are four courses in total.

After living for so many years, Ye Feng couldn't even recognize a single dish.

"What is this dish that looks like sesame paste?"

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, the heat seems to be a bit high."

"What are these four pieces of coal?"

"What coal, these are Sixi balls I made for you."

Ye Feng:  …

"What is this?"

"Coke chicken wings."

"what about this?"

"Fried meat for you."

Zi Ling lowered her head, and it was obvious that she also realized that the appearance of her dishes was not very good.

"Try Ye Feng. Although it doesn't look delicious, it definitely tastes good."

"Is there any rice?"

"have."

Seeing Zi Ling's anticipation mixed with pitiful eyes, Ye Feng hesitated, but in the end he gritted his teeth and was about to eat.

jingle!

Someone rings the doorbell!

"I'm going to open the door!"

Ye Feng seized the opportunity and almost ran to the door of the room.

He hurriedly opened the door to see if there was a big injustice coming to save him.

After opening the door, he saw Wan Tianle standing at the door with a smirk on his face.

"Brother Feng, do you have time in the afternoon? I took a free job, and I'm a bit too busy on my own. Then we'll pay two fifty-five cents."

"Don't talk about that yet, have you had lunch yet?"

"no, what happened."

"Isn't that a coincidence! The rice that Zi Ling just cooked is too much. I can't finish it by myself. Come and eat with me."

Ye Feng brought Wan Tianle into the house with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Wan Tianle almost shed tears without being moved.

It has to be Brother Feng, really treat him as a buddy.

Under the leadership of Ye Feng, Wan Tianle came to the table.

Looking at the four dishes in front of him that somewhat exceeded human cognition of food, Wan Tianle fell silent.

"Brother Feng, I still have some things to do, so I won't bother you for now."

Wan Tianle got up and wanted to leave, but Ye Feng pressed him directly on the seat.

"Aren't you hungry, leave after eating, and save yourself from being too hungry to work for a while."

Ye Feng pressed his hands directly on Wan Tianle's shoulders with great strength.

How could he let him go if he finally suffered a big grievance.

"My life is over."

Wan Tianle picked up the chopsticks and put a coke chicken wing into his mouth with a look of death, and then...

"Tianle! Tianle! Wake up! Wake up! Don't sleep, don't sleep!"

....

Half an hour later, Wan Tianle sat on the sofa with a pale face, while Ye Feng dumped all the biological weapons made by Zi Ling.

A dog would have to spit out two mouthfuls after seeing this thing.

"Tianle, are you still hungry? Come out and have a meal with the two of us."

Ye Feng felt a little guilty, after all, if it wasn't for Wan Tianle's coming to save him, he might be the one sitting on the sofa doubting his life.

"No, it's almost time for the funeral. The host will treat me to dinner after I'm done. Ye Feng, eat less. Why don't you go with me in the afternoon? Leave some space in your stomach and use it for dinner."

Wan Tianle reminded Ye Feng.

And it was this sentence that caused Ye Feng to leave without eating at all.

"Clean up the kitchen, and don't cook in the future, I'm afraid..."

Before Ye Feng left, he gave Zi Ling a word of advice, and Zi Ling nodded a little ashamed.

.....

Since the demon temple in Pengcheng was cleaned up by Ye Feng last time, no one else has come back.

But now the situation has changed.

Su Mingchuan, the person in charge of the Eastern Region of the Demon Temple, sent his daughter Su Mengyi to lead five high-level magicians and a dozen middle-level magicians to Peng City, planning to re-establish the Demon Temple forces here.

Su Mengyi, a first-year student at the Eastern Region Academy of Magic, is one year younger than Ye Feng.

Although he is blind in both eyes, he is an extremely rare magician majoring in the spiritual department. The second department is the sound wave department, which is even rarer in the Eastern Region.

Because of her special department, the Eastern Region Academy of Magic does not have these two magic departments, so she can only be arranged to enter a device department that does not have department requirements.

Su Mengyi is not like Ouyang Xue, although she is a member of the Demon Temple, she is not a demon.

Su Mengyi is not only a serious monster, but also a monster who has fused the power of a nightmare. On the surface, she is only a mid-level three-star magician, but in fact, after becoming a demon, her real strength has reached a high-level one-star spirit system The level of a magician.

There are many ancient magic training methods in the Demon Temple, one of which is to improve the level of the spiritual system and the power of magic by absorbing the souls left by dead bodies.

It can also be called the remnant soul.

"Miss, there is a funeral home in the West District of Pengcheng this afternoon. Would you like us to take you there?"

A middle-aged banshee asked Su Mengyi, and Su Mengyi waved her hand and said:

"No, you guys go to your business, I can collect the remnant souls myself."

Su Mengyi took out her guiding stick.

It's not a big problem for her to get out of the house by relying on spiritual detection magic.