Chapter 327: Write a letter and let you go

The old Taoist priest was afraid that he would be killed by Wang Feng if he answered too slowly.

He hurriedly replied: "Master, the so-called cultivators are extremely detached from the ordinary world. In other words, those who are detached from martial arts are one step closer to pursuing the immortal way."

The old Taoist priest glanced at Wang Feng and saw that there was no emotional change on Wang Feng's face, so he continued: "And I call you Master because your cultivation is higher than mine."

The old Taoist priest's words caused ripples in Wang Feng's heart.

Could it be that there really are immortals in this world?

Is there really anyone who pursues immortality?

He just practiced the "Wanxiang Jue", but he didn't expect that this would actually make him the so-called "Master."

Wang Feng wanted to ask more questions. He knew too little about this aspect.

"Go on, what are the divisions among us cultivators?"

The old Taoist priest thought that Wang Feng was testing him again, so he told Wang Feng everything he knew without hesitation.

It turns out that the cultivators mentioned by the old Taoist priests are a group of people who pursue the immortal way.

They basically have their own set of cultivation techniques.

Some big forces even have ancient inheritance.

Their abilities far exceed those of martial arts practitioners.

In other words, any random practitioner can defeat someone at the peak of martial arts.

It's like a mage and a human shield in the game.

No matter how strong the physical attack is, it is no match for the magic power.

Practitioners can be divided into masters, real people, and venerables according to their strength.

Each level can be divided into grades one to nine.

Wang Feng is at the level of a third-grade master.

Can fly with a sword.

The old Taoist priest told him that the most powerful cultivators in China are just real people.

If you want to see the legendary sage, you may have to go back a hundred years.

During the Anti-Japanese War, a real person once appeared.

This real person was killing people in all directions. The Japanese they killed were running away with their heads in their hands.

Later, after the war ended, Zhenzhen lived in seclusion again.

However, this is all the news heard by the old Taoist priest. What is the specific situation?

No one knows, but practitioners do exist anyway.

Wang Feng looked at the old Taoist priest and said, "Explain all the bad things you have done over the years. If I am in a good mood, I will let you go."

The old Taoist priest thought that if he didn't tell him, Wang Feng would probably kill him directly.

So he didn't resist much and just compromised.

Afterwards, the old Taoist priest explained all the things he had done.

For example, he once extracted a trace of Lu Yuan's soul for Qian Pi, leaving Lu Yuan unconscious for many years.

He once used hundreds of girls as cauldrons to practice his own cultivation.

There are many other outrageous things like this.

Wang Feng had already made up his mind to kill this old Taoist priest, but not now.

Wang Feng looked at him with interest, "Today, the group of women who used my facial mask suddenly had facial ulcers, wasn't it your fault?"

The old Taoist priest immediately admitted it, because he knew that even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't. He might as well confess everything honestly.

"Is there any way you can make the symptoms of disfigurement disappear?" Wang Feng asked.

The purpose of his coming here today is to find this man who knows magic and solve this problem.

The old Taoist priest was so smart, he already knew that Wang Feng was giving him a chance.

How could he say no.

The old Taoist priest agreed immediately, and then started the practice under Wang Feng's gaze.

A large bag appeared next to him, which was filled with a special white powder.

It just smells like a special aroma that makes people can't help but get close to it.

As the old Taoist priest pinched it, the powder in the big bag became less and less, as if it disappeared out of thin air. Soon it completely disappeared.

Wang Feng could see clearly that this was not a magic spell, but one of the strange arts.

Use Qimen to transfer the white powder to other places.

Presumably somewhere else there should be the faces of those guests.

Although I don't know how this old Taoist priest did it, Wang Feng has to say that this method is very powerful.

After about half an hour, the old Taoist priest was sweating profusely.

But his face was very happy.

Because he knew that by helping Wang Feng, at least his life was saved.

The old Taoist priest quickly assured Wang Feng that the disfigured women's faces would be restored immediately by tomorrow at the latest.

And it becomes even more beautiful.

Wang Feng nodded with satisfaction, but looked at the old Taoist priest with a smirk.

The old Taoist priest felt uneasy when he saw this look.

He always felt that Wang Feng had evil intentions against him.

Isn't it about robbing wealth and sex?

He shook his head, definitely not.

So, what exactly did the other party see in him?

Wang Feng smiled and patted the old Taoist priest on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Look, are you right to call me Master? In this way, I am your elder, right?"

Although the old Taoist priest was confused, he still nodded. The martial arts world and the cultivation world all judge seniority based on practicality.

Wang Feng is a master, he is just a quasi-master who surpasses martial arts.

Naturally, I want to call Wang Feng my senior.

Wang Feng chuckled and continued: "Look, since I am your elder, you must give me some greeting gifts, right?"

"What do you want?" The uneasiness in the old Taoist priest's heart became even more intense.

"Nothing, give me your strange skills and the soul-extracting technique you used to deal with Lu Yuan before." Wang Feng looked at the old Taoist priest and said calmly.

"That's my wealth and life. If I give it to you, wouldn't I be finished?" the old Taoist retorted, those are all his treasures.

But it cost him a huge price, and it almost cost him his own life.

Now the so-called elder in front of me is asking for it. Isn't this taking advantage of others?

When Wang Feng saw that the old Taoist priest was unwilling, he immediately turned cold.

He said: "The skills on your body are more important than your life."

The old Taoist priest secretly cursed Wang Feng for being shameless, but now he had fallen into the opponent's hands.

If the other party wanted to kill him, it would be easier than squeezing an ant to death.

Finally, the old Taoist priest made up his mind, stamped his foot, gritted his teeth and handed over the two treasures on his body.

Wang Feng saw the old Taoist priest hand over two yellowed old books.

Looking at the covers, one is "The Transformation of Strange Men" and the other is "The Art of Psychicism".

After browsing through it for a while, Wang Feng put these two books away.

Wang Feng looked at the old Taoist priest with a smile. The old Taoist priest immediately shuddered and replied: "It's really gone. All the money is given to you."

"Really no more?"

The old Taoist priest had a grimace on his face, "This really doesn't exist."

Seeing the old Taoist priest like this, Wang Feng no longer continued to be in trouble.

He said calmly: "Write a letter and tell Qian Pi that you have something to do and you have to leave for a while. After you finish writing, you can leave."
Chapter completed!