Chapter 1077

"Come in!" Ye Feng said.

"Good!" The woman pushed open the open door and walked into the yard with the child.

"It's all here, choose whatever you want, ten cents and a peach talisman." Ye Feng put a box of peach talisman on the table, letting the mother and son choose.

"Thank you Boss Ye!" The woman hurriedly chose.

The child on the side glanced at the vacant rattan chair and found a wooden sculpture on it. He reached out to touch it, but found that his hand passed directly through the wooden sculpture, as if he had touched the air.

"Oops?"

The child tried several times, but still couldn't touch the wood carving. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, and made a surprised sound in his mouth.

"Little wind, stop making trouble!"

The woman quickly grabbed the child.

"Mother, I want this thing!" The child pointed to the wooden sculpture on the wicker chair.

"This is a woodcarving, not a thing, don't talk nonsense!" The woman hurriedly pulled the child.

"This is not a wood carving, it's my wife." Ye Feng said calmly, and took the carving knife, ready to continue carving.

The woman suddenly smiled and said, "Boss Ye is really joking. How could this woodcarving be your wife?"

Ye Feng did not continue to argue.

"Boss Ye, your wife is so good-looking! Can you sell it to me?" The child Tong Yan Wuji, dare to say anything.

"Xiaofeng, you are looking for a fight!" The woman stared suddenly, pressed the child to the ground, took off her pants, picked up the bamboo strip, and hit his ass.

"Ouch!"

The child suddenly started crying.

"Boss Ye, I'm really sorry for my son." The woman hurriedly paid the money, picked up the peach talisman, and left with the child in her arms, for fear that Ye Feng would blame it.

For this farce, Ye Feng was calm and calm.

He has experienced similar things many times.

time flies.

Ye Feng has been in this world for sixty years.

Many mountains shook on this day.

Many spiritual veins appeared, a strong spiritual energy erupted outwards, and more and more practitioners were born.

"Gosh, what's the situation?"

Someone screamed.

In the center of the Mortal City, there was a strong burst of brilliance, shaking the whole city, and also attracted Ye Feng's attention.

"She broke through." Ye Feng said calmly.

This breath is very familiar.

That is Su Ling.

This woman has a natural talent and has broken through a small realm. With her current strength, it is enough to kill a single-horned python.

"Does the aura explode?"

Ye Feng could feel the stronger aura around him.

The world today is more suitable for spiritual practice.

But it has nothing to do with him.

He picked up the bamboo slices and carved them with a carving knife, and used what he had learned to perfection, making it contain great power, and in this way, he practiced "Hands of Myriad Transformations".

Three months later.

Su Ling is here again, but not alone.

By her side, there are several practitioners, all of whom are good at strength, and can compare with the newly promoted Linghai Realm.

"Senior Ye, I'm here again."

Su Ling's address to Ye Feng became different, and his face also carried the respect that juniors had when they saw them, "These are my friends, they are all strong practitioners in the fourth realm."

The fourth realm?

Ye Feng raised his head.

In the Shenzhou Continent, cultivation is divided into the realms of Wang Qi, Qi Refining, Juyuan, Linghai, Shenyuan, and Poxu.

In this world, the practice has just started for decades, and there is no clear name. The realm of cultivation is divided into the first state and the second state.

The fourth realm here is Linghai.

But that's it.

They can't beat rhubarb together.

"Come to buy something?" Ye Feng asked.

"Your painting is very useful. I will introduce these friends to buy it. The price is not a problem." Su Ling took out the spiritual stone bag and placed it on the table with a lot of spiritual stones inside.

"Choose whatever you want!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

Su Ling was overjoyed and looked at these practitioners, and said, "Everyone can only choose one painting. You must choose it carefully to increase your strength."

"Uh-huh."

These practitioners were immediately selected in the small courtyard.

"This picture is not bad!"

A young man in a white robe saw an ink painting called "A Lonely Boat Raising the River" and could feel the artistic conception that was of great benefit to him.

"this is not bad."

"I have chosen too."

Two more practitioners selected the scrolls titled "Kingfisher" and "Riding the World Alone" and accepted them with joy.

The only woman in the red dress with Danfeng eyes looked at the scrolls around her with disdain, thinking they were all too common, so she didn't choose.

"Zhao Yan, why don't you choose?"

Su Ling looked at the woman in the red dress with a look of curiosity.

Ye Feng's scrolls are superb, and any one contains different moods. If it were not for Ye Feng's words, one person can only choose one painting, and she will definitely buy them all.

"Oh, nothing is right." Zhao Yan shook her head.

"Okay!" Su Ling had no choice but to help.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

"Senior Ye, I have been disturbed today, goodbye!"

Su Ling arched his hands towards Ye Feng and left the courtyard with Zhao Yan and his group.

Ye Feng didn't put away the spirit stone on the table, but continued to sculpt, immersed in his own world.

Half a day later.

Someone pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. It was Zhao Yan who was brought by Su Ling today.

"It's just a liar! Although I don't know how you deceived Su Ling and other fellow daoists, you can't deceive me. These things are just mundane rubbish!"

Zhao Yan stood in front of Ye Feng and laughed.

She possessed spiritual knowledge, and she looked from left to right, but she couldn't see the special features of Ye Feng and the surrounding calligraphy, paintings and handicrafts. She felt that Ye Feng was just a mere appearance.

"Those who have no chance will naturally not understand."

Ye Feng just said casually.

"The consistent lines of the liar, ridiculous!" Zhao Yan stood at the table, lifted the spiritual stone bag on the table, and saw the wood carving sitting on the vacant rattan chair, her eyes flashed coldly.

"I can't even sculpt the facial features, it's too bad!"

Zhao Yan stretched out her hand to pick up Yujie's wooden sculpture, but as her hand touched the wooden sculpture, she suddenly felt pierced by a needle.

This kind of pain goes straight to the soul!

Humhhhhh!

Zhao Yan kept backing up, looking at her needle-eyed hands, she couldn't help but scream.

Puff!

She sat down on the ground and took out the bronze mirror. She could see that her face was rapidly aging, and she soon changed from a beautiful person to an old woman with long gray hair.

Even the teeth began to fall out.

"Do not!"

Zhao Yan immediately knelt on the ground and kept kowtow begging for mercy.

"Senior Ye, it's me who look down on people and don't know Taishan. Please forgive me!"

No matter how stupid Zhao Yan was, she knew Ye Feng was terrible.

The means that could make her instantly old had surpassed her understanding, and she was afraid it would be enough to suppress the whole world at will.

"You touched something you shouldn't touch."

Ye Feng said indifferently.

This is his first anger since entering the world and living in seclusion.

boom!

Zhao Yan cracked and exploded into ashes. She fell to the ground and was swept into the garbage dump by the old monk from outside the courtyard.

No one knew that a strong man in the fourth stage died in Ye Feng's courtyard so lightly.

In the days to come, everything will be business as usual.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten Zhao Yan, did not look for her, did not miss her, and did not suspect Ye Feng.

In this world, it seems that Zhao Yan has never been a person.

Another ten years have passed.

A new round of aura eruption appeared.

The aura of heaven and earth in this world became more and more intense, and more and more powerful practitioners of the fourth realm appeared, and even some people were attacking the fifth realm in the legend, but all ended in failure.

From now on, every ten years, there will be an eruption of spiritual energy, driving the rapid development of the whole world of spiritual practice.

Ye Feng ignored foreign affairs and continued to transform the vanity.

Su Ling's number of visits gradually decreased.

At first, she came once every few months, but later, she came only once every few years.

Ye Feng doesn't care about this.

As the world becomes more suitable for cultivation, more and more big monsters appear and do evil everywhere.

As a sword fairy, Su Ling naturally wanted to get rid of the demon.

Sometimes ~www.mtlnovel.com~ she can't even go back to Mortal City once for several years, and the number of meetings with her family is reduced.

"Master Ye, I seem to be stuck."

The big yellow dog grew more and more burly, like a dog king, followed by tens of thousands of native dogs, and built a dynasty composed of countless dogs.

However, the strength of Rhubarb can no longer be improved.

"It is the laws of this world that restrict you, but I have a solution, wait a minute!"

Ye Feng said.

Rhubarb was stuck at the pinnacle of the fourth realm and was unable to enter the fifth realm, and Su Ling was the same.

People in the entire world are all restricted.

Except for Ye Feng.

Time soon came to the ninety-ninth year.

(End of this chapter)