The breeze is blowing, and the sun is thick!

A young man in white was sitting cross-legged near a lake outside Wuhua Town. His face was pale, sometimes showing a twisted look and sometimes showing a look of struggle.

This young man was Ye Fei, who was captured by the legendary vicious technique!

In Ye Fei's body, a gray light ball the size of a fist rushed towards a certain position, and after a moment, he rushed towards a group of light yellow light balls of about the same size.

My heart sank. Although I didn't know much about Duoshe's legend, Ye Fei also knew that it was not a good thing to watch the gray light ball squirming wildly, devouring the light yellow light ball in his body.

His mind was restrained, and Ye Fei controlled the yellow light ball to resist. Although the two light balls were about the same size, he clearly felt that the gray light ball was not as solid as himself, and the energy contained was not as large as himself.

The two light balls flickered and darker. At the beginning, the gray light ball had the upper hand, but after a while, Ye Fei seemed to calm down and no longer panic as before. He was also familiar with this method of devouring resistance, and gradually swallowed the gray light ball, leaving the other party with only the power to resist.

In this way, time slowly passed, and the breeze blew gently, bringing a cool feeling. The Qingyuan Python stared at Ye Fei blankly beside Ye Fei, and sometimes looked around with vigilance.

About half a day later, Ye Fei, who was sitting cross-legged, shook his body, and the light on his body flashed wildly, and a powerful aura was released. Then he opened his eyes, and a splendid light flashed in his eyes, and a strong look of surprise appeared on his face.

"I actually advanced to the middle stage of foundation building, hehe!" Ye Fei raised his lips and said excitedly.

This time, the old man's body-taking was not successful, but instead pushed Ye Fei's cultivation a step further. This made Ye Fei look forward to it, hoping that a few more people would take over his body-taking. I don't know how much time to practice and meditate was saved.

But what Ye Fei didn't know was that whether it was a body-taking or a body-taking, it would have some impact on the foundation of cultivation. Moreover, a monk could only take over others once in his life. Generally, his body was destroyed. Only those who took over the body-taking were lower than his cultivation level would have a higher success rate.

Although the old man had a small level higher than Ye Fei's cultivation level, he was backfired by his practice of evil magic and his strength was less than eight. Moreover, as a body-capturing person, he became more passive.

As the possessor, Ye Fei has a certain advantage. In addition, he has no injuries, so he won this victory. However, too many times he was taken away will damage the foundation of cultivation and even be confused.

There are also evil cultivators who have such evil techniques as taking over the body, using the devouring of a large number of living souls to quickly improve their own cultivation, but in the end they almost end up without any good endings.

After sorting out his mood, Ye Fei put away all the magic weapons, and finally his eyes fell on the half-parted blood-red residual blade.

With a move, with a whoosh, the red residual blade fell into Ye Fei's hand, and Ye Fei repeatedly checked it.

This residual blade is not just a material, it emits a blood-red color all over the body, as bright and weird as if it is about to drip blood, and it is extremely hard.

Put the residual blade there without infusing any magic power. With one blow with your top-quality magic weapon, you can only fly it with one blow, but you cannot damage it at all.

"Magic weapon fragment? It seems that it should be, hehe, I didn't expect that the harvest this time was good." Ye Fei fiddled with it with some love, and finally put it away. A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Finally, Ye Fei looked at the white skull. This thing was obviously a top-grade magic weapon, but because it was used by evil cultivators, it should have corresponding skills. Although it has a great power, Ye Fei could not drive it.

"It's good to find an opportunity to sell it. Alas, but unfortunately, the threat to the foundation-building cultivators is getting smaller and smaller. The only advantage that the power of spiritual consciousness can easily detect is that the speed is a little faster." After saying that, Ye Fei shook his head with regret.

He secretly decided in his heart to find an opportunity to see if he could refine the flying needle again. Anyway, its material is not the material of ordinary magic weapons, and it should be able to increase its power again, because this thing is really good when attacked by sneak attacks, and its functions are also more practical.

After resting for half a day, Ye Fei brought Qingyuan Python to the familiar Wuhua Town and stayed at the Juyuan Inn again. However, at this time, Ye Fei was no longer as simple and immature as he had been a few years ago.

The next day, he wandered around Wuhua Town for most of the day, but he didn't find out whereabouts of any evil person, so he left here. It was not until the evening that Ye Fei quietly sneaked into Taoyuan Town.

In Taoyuan Town, in the Ye family's courtyard, there was a ghost-like white figure, covered with hazy moonlight, standing quietly. The figure was pulled slender by the moonlight on the ground, and it looked a bit lonely.

This person was Ye Fei who had been walking around the Ye family's house for several times!

Today, the Ye family building has long collapsed, covered with thick dust everywhere, and the courtyard is even more quiet. Occasionally, a few crickets chirping sounds are heard.

Looking at the decorations in the courtyard, there were a puppet covered with sword marks piled up in the corner of the wall, two withered plants, and a three-foot-sized millstone. Ye Fei was so familiar and kind.

"Fei'er, it's time to practice!"

"Fei'er, let your father see how your sword skills are. Can you stab the puppet every time!"

"Fei'er, it's time to get up. Mom has made your favorite dish!"

"Hmph! I'll run out to steal medicinal materials again, I won't teach you a lesson!"

A familiar voice seemed to still surround my ears. Ye Fei closed his eyes, feeling the long-lost warmth, and a happy smile like a child appeared on his face. He faintly felt that his artistic conception had been sublimated in some way!

"Hey, I don't know my parents..." After a pause, Ye Fei opened his eyes, his eyes became a little wet.

Ye Fei is no longer the child he used to be. He ran away from home at the age of fourteen. Now he has been living outside alone for four years. His mind has already undergone tremendous changes. His tenderness faded, and he has become more determined and calm.

The enemy's family has the Great Perfect Foundation Establishment, and there are other foundation-building cultivators in their clan. Now they are looking for trouble, which is undoubtedly a matter of seeking death. Although Ye Fei was a little impulsive, he was finally suppressed by reason.

Ye Fei wanted to call some of the senior brothers of Qianya Sect to take revenge, but then he thought that this revenge must be avenged by himself, and no one can use the participation of others.

In this way, he silently looked at the Ye family's house until the sky gradually became brighter and Ye Fei's figure disappeared here, leaving behind the desolate empty house.

In the early morning, the rising sun rises, and the warm light covers the entire Taoyuan Town!

In a quiet restaurant, guests came early, and they looked pretty good. On a small table in the corner of the wall, there were several kinds of side dishes and a light green gourd containing spiritual wine.

At this time, a strong middle-aged man seemed to have frost on his face and his eyes were filled with melancholy. He picked up the cup and slapped his head and drank it all.

Seeing this, a white-haired old man opposite sighed and shook his head and said, "Shishan, don't be thinking about it anymore. They are not something that we first-level casual cultivators can provoke.

It's just an intermediate magic weapon. It's your luck to save your life. Those external objects are just enough opportunities, so we still have the chance to get it."

"Hmph, they are too much. When I have a certain strength, I must eradicate the cancer in Taoyuan Town and give the town a quiet place. His family..." The middle-aged man seemed to be about to speak out his enemy's name, but was stopped by the old man, and then carefully looked at whether anyone was paying attention around him.

"Shishan, don't be impulsive and don't talk nonsense, so as not to spread to others' ears. Then your life will be really out of order, hey." The old man sighed.

The old man leaned over and lowered his voice and said, "Don't forget that the Ye family was a big family a few years ago, but later, they all died at their hands?

Ye Tian was open and righteous, but what's the use? Not only did the couple die, but the teenage child died in their hands.

There is also the Dai family in Black Mountain Valley who conspired with them to kill Ye Qiang, but they did not expect that they had completely eradicated Black Mountain Valley some time ago. Alas, we really can't afford to offend such an existence. There are four great monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Not far from the two, there was a young man wearing white clothes, slightly dark skin and a little dull look. Although the old man pressed his voice very low, he was still heard clearly by this young man with his spiritual power. At this moment, a shocking cold light flashed in the boy's somewhat turbid eyes. (This chapter ends)

(PS. Now on the train, I'm saying a few more words. I've seen that there are people who oppose humorous elements and support them. I have almost all opinions. Alas, it's true that there are different opinions and different aesthetics. Each has its own taste. Maybe others won't even look at a good book in your eyes. In this way, bad or bad is still a rigorous and serious low-level route. Occasionally add some humorous elements, but it won't be based on it. If there is no such humorous element at all, as a book friend said, it would be too lifeless, always making readers nervous and worried about the safety of the protagonist. They will be tired after a long time. As for the two styles of rigorous and novice, haha, bad pens have deep scheming, old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years, and young children who have not seen the world in their teens say innocent words to you.

I think it's very stupid. I wonder if you remember this sentence: "What? We don't know each other, what is the difference between you robbed me?", any style is OK. Since I originally wrote a serious article in the main style, I can actually write a novelty article. Of course, the most important thing is that everyone is happy, comfortable, relaxed, and not so depressed. After all, some readers are too lazy to think about the author's burdens and some subtle hints, and they won't understand it at that time, and someone will stand up and say, "How come this happen? Have you ever had a prompt before? Why are there such coincidence plots?" In fact, such readers are not used to the hidden burdens of rigorous articles. Only the kind of novelty can be understood at first glance. But bad things do not like novelty very much, so they can only add a little bit appropriately. If there are too many, it is not bad things. I hope everyone understands it.)
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