Chapter 242 Zixiao Sword Sect (Part 1)

Yang Yifeng sat expressionlessly in a restaurant in the secular world. He did not order good wine for the first time, but just ordered a large table of delicious food and then ate there slowly.

Anyone who is familiar with Yang Yifeng knows that Yang Yifeng is a person who is not happy without alcohol. There are only two situations where Yang Yifeng does not drink. The first is that when doing a serious business, Yang Yifeng will never drink alcohol! Second, when he is in a very bad mood, because drinking is a wonderful thing. Drinking when he is in a bad mood is completely ruining good wine, so Yang Yifeng never drinks in an extremely bad mood! Judging from the current situation, of course, it is impossible to be doing a serious business.

It turns out that since the last time he competed with the Fanyun Demon Ancestor, Yang Yifeng has compared the Fanyun Demon Ancestor several times, but he has never been able to fire the sword from the gods again. The matter is not as simple as Yang Yifeng imagined. If he could only break the first step of the Demon Sun Reversal, then what else can the Fanyun Demon Ancestor do?

Not only can't break the color of the world, but Yang Yifeng didn't even perceive the dense lines and textures between the world! Originally, Yang Yifeng thought that by simply increasing the speed to the limit, he could "see" the textures, and then slowly contact them and understand them. But in fact, it was not that simple at all. Originally, it also depends on luck and opportunity. Yang Yifeng was able to perceive the mystery of space twice in a row, and he was already lucky.

Therefore, Yang Yifeng ran down without saying a word to relax and think about it carefully. As the saying goes, three thousand feet from the world, cultivation of truth means cultivating the mind! There are also many profound philosophies in the world.

On the second floor, there are few people and pure people. Yang Yifeng sat in front of the window, holding things in his mouth, and on the other side, he looked at the busy people coming and going downstairs. Mortals are running around to survive and living a better life. People who practice cultivation are also working hard for survival every day, pursuing the ultimate of the way of heaven. In essence, there is not much difference between the two. On the other hand, the heart of heaven is kind and all living beings are equal, and the amount you pay will be rewarded.

At this time, Yang Yifeng felt that he seemed to be dissolved into this incompatible mortal world......

Downstairs, "Waiter. Make a pot of tea~~" "Waiter, two steamed buns..." "Customer, walk slowly..." "Two distinguished guests, please come in quickly..." Sending us, greeting people with a smile, and so on. Although they are tired, they still live so happily.

"Yes. As long as you are happy, why bother with what will happen in the future?" Thinking of this, Yang Yifeng shouted: "Waiter, bring me two pots of the best wine in the store~!"

After a while, "Celebrity, two pots of fine wine are the best, please use it slowly..." The waiter put the wine pot and the wine glass retreated.

Yang Yifeng took the wine pot and did not use the wine glass. He poured half a bottle into his mouth, sniffed the wine, and shouted loudly: "Good wine, good wine! Look at the world with a smile, I am the most free! Hahaha~~~~~"

As he said that, he ignored the strange and surprised eyes of the tables upstairs, took out a silver note and placed it on the table. He shouted, "Waiter, check out!" After that, he held the wine pot and jumped directly from the window with a flash.

A few of them flew up and disappeared into the sky.

Yang Yifeng flew rapidly towards the southeast direction, and within ten breaths, he flew thousands of miles away from the town. Not far from Yang Yifeng, there were several figures chasing each other. At first glance, he knew it was a dispute between cultivators. Such disputes are common. They are usually tight.

Although Yang Yifeng has never seen him, has he never eaten pork and has he seen pig run? If it were normal, Yang Yifeng would definitely stand by and watch and not help each other. In the cultivation world, no one is right or wrong, and there is only a difference in strength. But now, it is a different matter, because Yang Yifeng is in a good mood and is coming for them.

Three late stages of the Golden Pill, one early stage of the Nascent Soul, chasing a boy who had just entered the Golden Pill Stage. Logically speaking, that boy could not have run over three people who were two levels higher than his cultivation level, and one was one level higher than him. But this happened, and Yang Yifeng was interested in this! He had experienced this before, and he was in a good mood today, so he only took care of the last time!

Yang Yifeng's speed slowed down a lot, and he happened to stop on the route of chasing several people. After a while, the young man rushed to Yang Yifeng's eyes and shouted in a hurry: "Give up quickly~~!"

Yang Yifeng really turned his back and was about to give way to the boy. The person chasing behind shouted: "Fellow Taoist in front, please help stop the boy who bullies his master and destroys his ancestors."

Alas, this sentence sounds comfortable. Just as the young man who was flying with his sword flew past Yang Yifeng, Yang Yifeng waved and stopped the young man.

Immediately afterwards, the few people chasing behind also rushed towards him. Seeing the young man in Yang Yifeng's hand, he breathed a sigh of relief. The leading middle-aged man in the Nascent Soul stage looked at Yang Yifeng and found that he could not see through Yang Yifeng's cultivation at all. However, Yang Yifeng easily stopped the young man and said with the rituals of his juniors with tactfulness: "Thank you for your help, I am grateful to you~~!"

Yang Yifeng did not return the gift and asked bluntly: "Why do you want to chase him?" As he asked, he raised the young man in his hand.

"After my senior, we are disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect. This person was originally a disciple of my sect for six generations and was a disciple taken by me. However, he did not know how to serve the sect, but he deceived his master's ancestor and stole the treasures of the master's sect and fled. We are here to capture this person back to the sect." The middle-aged man replied vaguely.

Yang Yifeng turned his head, unzipped part of the ban on the young man, and asked, "Is he true?" In fact, there is no need to ask, and there is an inside story.

"Fart! This stinky Taoist priest, he is not worthy of being my master!" the young man roared indignantly, staring at Yang Yifeng with gritted teeth.

"You bad animal..." The middle-aged Taoist was very angry and restrained her a moment and said politely to Yang Yifeng: "Senior, have you seen it? You have to ask the senior to hand over this bad animal to the junior to take it back to the sect and deal with it according to the rules of the sect!"

Yang Yifeng said lightly: "Not about you, I'm asking this kid."

The middle-aged Taoist twitched twice in an abnormal expression, but he did not dare to do it. He covered it up. However, while Yang Yifeng was focusing on the young man, he crushed a piece of jade talisman from behind without any trace.

The young man was not stupid either. He knew that Yang Yifeng would definitely not be able to offend him, otherwise he would not have been able to control himself so easily, and even the stinky Taoist priest on the opposite side would not dare to act rashly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest endured it, but the three young Taoist priests behind him looked bad and wanted to curse: "You..." Fortunately, they were stopped by the middle-aged Taoist priest in a hurry.

Yang Yifeng seemed to have no sound at all, staring at the young man and raised his eyebrows.

The young man calmed down, looked at Yang Yifeng strangely, and said, "This stinky Taoist priest is false benevolence and righteousness. He tricked me into joining the sect just to seek the treasure jade from my family. After joining the sect, he only taught me some basic formulas and kept calling me like a servant. Later, I accidentally obtained the sword and learned the unique skills from it, but he said that I secretly learned the secret methods of the sect and asked me to hand over the sword and question me."

After hearing this, Yang Yifeng had no expression on the surface, but actually sighed in his heart: "I have seen shameless people, but there is no such extremely shameless person. However, this matter is too old-fashioned. Are you acting in a soap opera?" He asked calmly: "Oh, is that right?"

"Senior, don't listen to this bad beast talking nonsense~~! I am the authentic Taoist sect, how can I do such a shameless thing?" The middle-aged Taoist priest said seriously without blushing.

Yang Yifeng shook his head and sighed to himself: People who practice cultivation actually have this benefit. They are so skillful in lying, even their heartbeat is normal.

"What kind of sword? Boy, can you show me?" Yang Yifeng asked calmly.

The young man in Yang Yifeng's hand hesitated and did not speak, but the middle-aged Taoist priest hurriedly stopped him and said, "No!!"

Yang Yifeng raised his eyebrows, stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This is a secret treasure of the sect and cannot be passed on from outside. Please forgive me for your advice." The middle-aged Taoist priest took a oar and said, "The first person said that he was the first to tell me."

"Hmph, I found the sword. When did it become a secret treasure of the sect?" The young man was so angry that he gritted his teeth, took out a simple sword and handed it to Yang Yifeng and said, "Senior, please see!"

Yang Yifeng took the sword and sighed: After all, he is young and energetic, impulsive. How can such treasures be shown to others at will? Especially in the world of cultivation, it is a world where people can eat people. Although there are some people with profound knowledge of Taoism, such as: the three scattered people in heaven, earth, but that is a minority after all.

Yang Yifeng took a closer look and said, beloved, this is a peerless fairy sword that is rare in a thousand years! Even the dragon-tooth flying sword that Yang Yifeng snatched from the Tianjian Sect is inferior to it! Yang Yifeng originally thought that it would be a great level 8 or 9, but he didn't expect it to be a peerless fairy sword! Alas?? No, this kind of fairy sword cannot be refined so easily by a kid in the Golden Elixir stage, right? Then he blamed himself for not having enough mood. Do you only allow yourself to have an adventure, but you don't allow others to have it too? Haha~~
Chapter completed!