"I am still too young. Even with my secret help, I can't withstand such a huge amount of information impact."

Li Fan looked at Ye Feipeng, who was still in a coma and thought to himself.

Take out a [Spirit Fruit] from the storage ring and take it to him.

Then he used spiritual energy to help him refine.

Soon, Ye Feipeng's face relaxed.

Li Fan stroked his head with his hand, and Yunshui Fantasy Dream Technique was activated again, carefully carving Ye Feipeng's memory of "previous life".

When Ye Feipeng woke up again covered in sweat the next day, his face became much calmer.

I wrote down a prescription and ordered my servants to capture it.

While taking a hot bath, he planned for his rise in this life.

Compared to the messy thoughts yesterday, my mind is obviously much clearer today.

"With the help of Xuan Huangqing Heart Mantra and the prescription, I should be able to remove the miasma in my body by myself."

"But you cannot practice without spiritual energy, which is equivalent to useless work."

"You must not wait ten years later. You must seize this opportunity and leave here early."

In Ye Feipeng's memory, about half a month later, an immortal cultivator will accidentally descend to leave the world.

This immortal cultivator is not the one who has always cooperated with Dali, so he is unwilling to take risks to help Dali's subjects smuggle.

Regardless of the pleas of the kings and ministers who left the world, this immortal cultivator was about to leave.

The emperor suddenly remembered the white bone jade hand that fell into the palace not long ago.

So, the emperor claimed that Dali had a treasure that has been passed down from ancient times.

As long as the immortal master is willing to bring a group of people to the world of immortal cultivation, he will present this treasure with both hands.

Perhaps because of fear of the immortal miasma, the cultivator did not directly snatch it.

But after some thought, he agreed.

But he has his own conditions.

Children with only the talent for cultivation go out, and the number cannot be too large.

Therefore, this cultivator personally selected ten children among the descendants of the powerful and powerful people of Dali and brought them back to the world of cultivating immortals.

Ye Feipeng remembers that among them were Xiao Heng, Su Changyu and others.

But because of his lack of qualifications, he was not attracted to it.

That's why I wasted ten years in this world.

"In the last life, I met Xiao Heng by chance in the middle stage of Qi Refining. At that time, he was already in the middle stage of foundation building, which was too much more than me."

"The road to cultivation is fast, every step is fast."

"A waste of ten years has led to a completely different future achievements."

"This life will definitely not be like this."

"As long as you can break out of this shackles, the sea is wide and the fish is leaping, and the sky is high and the birds are flying."

Ye Feipeng's eyes were shining brightly, and he walked out of the wooden barrel, closed his eyes and practiced the Xuanhuangqing Heart Mantra.

Perhaps it was the benefit of living a lifetime, he felt that the efficiency of eliminating miasma in this life was much faster than in the previous life.

It took me just over ten days to get rid of the miasma.

This made Ye Feipeng feel more and more happy.

However, in the next few days, Ye Feipeng stopped the process of miasma removal.

Mortals who have no miasma in their bodies are too conspicuous.

It would be a bad thing if it aroused the suspicion of the immortal master.

At present, this state is like a mortal who is born with rare mortal miasma in his body.

It can not only ensure that you are selected but also not attract attention, but at the right level.

"Living for a lifetime is even more cautious." Ye Feipeng kept reminding himself in his heart.

It was exactly the same as in my memory. Five days later, the cultivator descended to the capital.

After more than half a day, Ye Feipeng came to the square with thousands of ignorant children to accept the selection of the cultivator.

Even if a reborn person is still in the hands of others, his future destiny is still in the hands of others.

This made Ye Feipeng a little nervous.

Fortunately, the cultivator's eyes paused when he swept over him and finally chose him.

This made Ye Feipeng breathe a sigh of relief and a little excited.

Not long after, all the other children who were not selected left.

Only ten uneasy children, including the immortal cultivator and Ye Feipeng, were left in the huge square.

The cultivator summoned a flying boat and was about to take them away.

At this time, Su Changyu suddenly shouted: "Please save my sister!"

Ye Feipeng's heart moved.

In my memory, this young girl in the Su family seemed to have a more terrifying talent than Xiao Heng.

In my previous life, I vaguely heard that she seemed to have achieved the realm of the Golden Pill before she died.

Although the cultivator was a little impatient, he still went to Su Mansion.

After returning, he looked happy.

So another baby was still in the cradle in the crowd.

Before leaving, the cultivator distributed Xuanhuangqing Heart Mantra and supporting medicines, asking them to practice on their own first.

After flying in Dali for more than ten days, the flying boat finally broke through the Immortal Formation and came to the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Feeling the thick spiritual energy around him, Ye Feipeng was immediately in deep intoxication.

Carefully guiding the spiritual energy into the body, Ye Feipeng officially transformed towards becoming an immortal cultivator.

I don't know how long it took, a thunderous shout suddenly exploded in his ears.

Awaken him from practice.

"Cultivator He Fang dares to help mortals smuggle!"

The thunderous sound kept echoing in his ears, and Ye Feipeng was dizzy and his heart was also thunderous.

Suddenly, a bad premonition surged.

"Fellow Taoist, please listen to my explanation..." The cultivator who took them away explained hurriedly.

However, the other party seemed to have no intention of showing mercy.

"Stop talking nonsense! The law and order of the Wanxian Alliance, rebels, die!"

"boom!"

With the other party's cold voice, Ye Feipeng only felt that the flying boat he was in seemed to be hit by something and shaking violently.

"It's really too much! If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

The collision of Taoist moves continued to sound, and the aroused air waves kept blowing like a hurricane.

The flying boat was suddenly fragile like duckweed in the wind, shaking, as if it was about to fall at any time.

Except for Su Xiaomei who was still sleeping soundly, the rest of the people in the cabin woke up from their practice at this moment.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although they have some qualifications to cultivate immortals, they are only children in their teens after all.

Moreover, they are all rich people who are used to being hurt by holding them in their hands, and they have never even seen mortals fighting.

Not to mention the scene of the cultivator fire in front of you.

They all looked pale, panicked and at a loss.

Only Ye Feipeng performed better. Although he was shocked, he looked out of the flying boat.

I saw that these two monks seemed to be in the same strength and the battle was fierce.

The momentum is huge and the sky is full of brilliance.

It makes people unable to see the specific battle scenes.

But judging from the aftermath caused by the fight, these two digits are at least in the foundation-building stage.

"The flying boat under your feet is not a powerful magic weapon."

"Just just now, he was hit by the foundation-building cultivator who suddenly appeared in the front, and he was already very damaged."

"Now under the impact of the war between the two sides, it is possible to be completely damaged at any time."
To be continued...