Yang Feng's thoughts turned and suddenly spoke, "You haven't helped you too much, both of you and I have caused you to suffer with me. Now I have not had much time to be a teacher. Now I will teach you a secret technique. You can practice hard in the future and don't let your teacher down."

Li Yuan was shocked when he heard this and waved his hand quickly, "Master, you won't be in trouble. I don't want any secret techniques. I just want you to live well."

Yang Feng said with a gloomy face: "We immortal cultivators are acting against the will of heaven. Now that the fate of being a teacher has ended, there is no way to force it. If you are really willing to help the teacher in the future, just listen carefully."

When Li Yuan heard this, he wanted to say something.

Without waiting for him to speak, Yang Feng waved his hand and a light of inspiration flew out of his hand, and flashed into the boy's mind.

The inspiration shattered in Li Yuan's mind, turning into countless dense and tiny words, circling over his head.

Li Yuan widened his eyes, then his body stiffened, his face full of confusion. After a moment, he rolled his eyes and fell into a coma, and fell to the ground.

Yang Feng waved his hand and emitted a light of inspiration, lifted Li Yuan's body, and sent him into the ruined temple.

Yang Feng said lightly: "Borrow your master's body for the time being. You and I have a fate. This secret technique is the reward I give you."

After Yang Feng said this, his body flew out and headed far away.

After saying this, Yang Feng waved his hand and emitted a white light, lifting Li Yuan's body, ready to send him into the ruined temple.

Yang Feng said in surprise: "This body..."

Yang Feng didn't look carefully just now. Li Yuan's body was a bit unsimple, and it seemed to be a very strange spirit, but it seemed that he had not awakened yet.

Yang Feng looked carefully and his eyes became brighter when he looked at Li Yuan.

"Forget it, it's rare to meet someone who looks so similar to me, so I'll help you and cut off this cause and effect."

Yang Feng waved his hand again and fired a light of inspiration and entered Li Yuan's body.

The spiritual light split into two in his mind, and a ball of spiritual light shattered again, turning into countless small words, which was a technique of martial arts.

This technique was obtained by Yang Feng from the Five Elements Universe back then. Another ball of spiritual light condensed, turned into a light spot, and disappeared.

This light spot is another technique, which was practiced by Yang Feng when he was in the spiritual world.

As long as Li Yuan practices to the realm of transformation of the gods, the seal will be automatically untied and help him with another help.

However, the road to immortal cultivation is extremely dangerous. Even with the help of two of his own martial arts, he can break through all the way when his life is over and practice safely to the realm of transformation. This possibility is very slim. Moreover, Li Yuan’s qualifications are not very good, but these are not something that Yang Feng can control.

Yang Feng sighed in his heart as he looked at the boy. He had only met this boy, but because of the other party's sincerity towards his master...

Yang Feng shook his head, waved his hand, and sent Li Yuan's body into the ruined temple.

Yang Feng turned his head and looked into the distance, pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the powerful spiritual power was emitted and spreading towards the surroundings.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within dozens of miles nearby fluctuated, gathering all of them, turning into a ball of white clouds.

This is a secret technique he has learned before, which can forcefully drive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with the power of spiritual consciousness.

This technique consumes a lot of divine consciousness, but this body's magic power is too shallow, and the old Taoist has not seen any storage magic weapon. It should have been lost in the previous battle. If this secret technique is not used, it will not be able to fly.

Yang Feng's body shook and flew up.

The white cloud rolled slightly, turned into a white light and flew out, flying towards the distance, and the mountains beneath it immediately retreated rapidly.

Li Yuan’s affairs are irrelevant. The most important thing now is to find out the situation here. He was brought here by chance. What should be the reason for it?

As he thought about it, his eyes kept scanning the bottom, and his spiritual consciousness also spread out, sensing the surrounding situation.

After a while, Yang Feng frowned slightly.

The peaks below look very ordinary and nothing special.

After flying for a while, there was no special discovery or harvest.

He looked up at the front of the left, and the phantom of the treasure wheel was always following him. The time pattern on it had been extinguished for nearly half of it.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, and he made a gesture in his hand. The white clouds under him were filled with a strong spiritual light, and his flight speed immediately increased a lot.

After flying for a moment, he suddenly let out a light exclamation, stopped, and fell towards a hidden valley below.

On a mountain wall in the deepest part of the valley, a huge purple flower grew, as big as a millstone, with thick petals appearing purple-red and extremely gorgeous.

There are some light red tentacle-like things in the petals, and at the top are crystal water droplets the size of fists. I don’t know what it is, exuding a rich and sweet aroma.

A white light flashed, and the clouds stopped in front of the purple giant flowers.

Yang Feng looked at the giant flower, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This object contains spiritual light, and it is obviously a spiritual herb, and the aura emitted is very similar to his snow lotus root.

The purple flowers stand in the wind, gently waving in the wind.

Yang Feng pondered slightly, bounced his fingers, and a strong wind hit the giant flower.

The purple giant flower shook violently, and the tentacles in the petals immediately shot out, and they were extremely long, intertwined into a large net, facing Yang Feng like lightning.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, and with his cultivation level, he would naturally not be affected.

A light flashed on the white clouds, flying backwards like lightning, allowing the giant flower's tentacles to catch the empty space.

These tentacles waving in the air, the petals squirming, like a big mouth, and even making a squeaking sound, sounding quite annoyed.

After waving for a while, these tentacles quickly shrank in and sank into the lush petals.

The purple petals also stopped moving and turned into their previous appearance.

When Yang Feng saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows and a thoughtful look flashed across his face.

Although this flower is unique, it is just a rather rare spiritual herb.

He did not stop here for too long, and soon flew out of the valley and continued to fly forward.

Yang Feng's face soon showed a look of surprise. As he flew forward, there were more purple giant flowers in the mountains. From time to time, he could see one or two trees, but no one was picking them.

He was puzzled, but he did not stop to investigate. He just accelerated his hand and made the flight speed increase a little more.

Judging from the Taoist patterns on the phantom of the treasure wheel, it seems that there is not much time left.

After flying for a while, Yang Feng's expression suddenly changed, showing a look of surprise.

Baiyun galloped forward for a while and stopped in front of a valley.

There were buildings in the valley, with pavilions and towers everywhere, with lights flashing everywhere, many restrictions were laid, and some escape lights were flying past everywhere, but it was the place of a sect.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and learned from the memory of Old Taoist Ling Yun that this sect is no other place, but the Hundred Beasts Sect.

His thoughts were turning, he quickly muttered something, and he made gestures with both hands.

Buzz!

Yang Feng's spiritual consciousness swarmed out and turned into invisible ripples, wrapping up his body, and the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth also gathered.

His body was filled with inspiration, and his figure suddenly turned into a transparent shape, then flew towards the bottom, and soon fell into a square in the sect.

While searching for the memories of Old Taoist Ling Yun, he turned his head to look at a mountain on his right hand.

A green attic building stands on the mountain peak, and the surroundings are shining with a bright light, almost the brightest of all buildings.

There is the Hundred Beasts Gate’s Collection Pavilion, which contains various martial arts and other books, which are what Yang Feng needs most at the moment.

He shook his body and flew out toward it, quickly landing in front of the attic and stopped.

Yang Feng's spiritual sense swept over the restrictions around the attic and frowned.

This ban is not very clever. If he is really here, it will be easy to sneak in or break the ban.

But his magic power was really thin at this moment. Although his spiritual sense was powerful, it was useless to break the ban.

At this moment, a light flashed in the distance, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, and a light flew from the distance and landed in front of the Tibetan Pavilion.

After the escape light disappeared, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair appeared, with his early stages of the Golden Pill cultivation.

This person's facial features are quite upright, but his eyebrows are hanging high, giving people a sense of arrogance.

Yang Feng was hiding beside him, and when he saw this scene, his heart moved slightly.

However, when he saw the person's appearance clearly, his body suddenly trembled inexplicably, and a heavy resentment surged from the bottom of his heart.

This man with hair was nothing else, but it was the son of the elder who had beaten Master Ling Yun a few days ago.

Although the old Taoist Ling Yun had already died, after seeing this person, some of the remaining thoughts in his body still hated him.

"Don't worry, I borrow your body and will naturally give you some wishes."

Yang Feng glanced at the man with cold eyes and sneered in his heart.

The man with hair was suddenly filled with excitement, and a chill appeared in his heart, and he hurriedly looked around.

However, the surroundings were empty and nothing.

He seemed to be worried, and released his spiritual sense and swept it back and forth several times, but still didn't find any.

"It's really a ghost!" He frowned, muttered, then raised his hand, and a blue talisman shot out of the ban, shouting arrogantly: "Hurry up and open the ban, I will take something on the order of the leader!"

A gray-haired old man appeared in the ban, his eyes flashed with disgust, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he smiled: "It turns out to be Deacon Wang, please wait, I will open the ban now."

As he said that, he took out a token and emitted a ray of light.
Chapter completed!