Yi Shuyuan also stopped, looking at the little marten frozen there, it seemed that the dragon clan had a great intimidation.

"You are not good at doing well, but you have a lot of ghosts. Do you have a name?"

Hearing this, Xiao Diao immediately took a breath.

"When I returned to the Supreme Immortal, my ancestors were named Hui Mian. I practiced in Fenglai Mountain for more than two hundred years, and the local villagers even erected a statue for me!"

This little marten does have some shinto power, and it is not impossible to say that being worshipped by a statue is not impossible.

Just hearing this sentence, Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but turn around and look at it seriously again. His ancestor's surname is Hui? Two hundred years ago?

Even if this guy has been practicing for two hundred years, he may not have saved up much knowledge.

However, the slick-mouthed person looks really not like a monster that is not well-versed in the world.

"Can you tell the way of this mountain and river fairy furnace picture?"

Xiao Diao, who is working hard to create his own "good demon" monster design, muttered in his heart when he heard this sentence, and fooled it again.

"This is a peerless painting after all. Although I am low in my power, I am also very elegant. I want to appreciate it..."

"Artistic? Stealing water?"

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but say this.

The little diakan shook slightly over there, and the demonic aura on his body could not be stabilized and began to appear.

"Ah——I'm too bullying, I won't slap people in the face, I won't reveal my shortcomings by scolding people——I'll fight with you——”

The little monster threw down the roast chicken and waved it randomly. Yi Shuyuan felt a stern and used his magic power and true energy to slap it down with his palm.

"Bang..."

The gray-white sable was immediately knocked out, broke two bamboo shoots and fell under several broken bamboos, and all the demonic aura was dispersed.

It is also because Yi Shuyuan reacts quickly and removes most of his magic power and true energy in time.

But now this situation doesn't seem to be very good.

Yi Shuyuan took one step forward and when he fell, he arrived at the little diaper and found that the monster was lying motionless and had no rest.

Dead?

No! The palm just now had already closed its strength, and it could hurt but not be beaten to death.

"If you don't get up, I will make up my palm. I won't hold back this time!"

Yi Shuyuan didn't just say that, his true energy had gathered in his hands, and his eyes were locked in the little marten on the ground.

"Huh..."

The little mink twitched and immediately got up, his front paws kept bowing.

"Immortal, please spare my life..."

Yi Shuyuan was really amused by this guy this time. This guy has a lot of fun intestines. He bent down to look at the little marten, but the latter raised his head but did not dare to look directly into Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

"Did it hurt just now?"

"pain......"

Looking at the little demon's fearful look, Yi Shuyuan's eyes softened, and in fact he was also a sentient being who was practicing.

"Don't be afraid, I won't accept you, I won't hand you over to ghosts and gods, and I won't tell you about pretending to be the Dragon King."

"Your evil spirit has no sense of evil, and you really don't have much hostility."

As he said that, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand and the roast chicken that fell to the ground was flew into his hands.

"I'll give it to you again. The matter of the martial arts conference has nothing to do with you. Don't ask anyone to catch it in the future."

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan leaped gently and lie down on the old bamboo he had often come to before. The bamboo branches were like swinging.

"That palm is just to teach you a lesson for Mai Lingfei. You go!"

Yi Shuyuan's words made Xiao Diao Huimian stunned. He had thought about various bad situations and thought about various ways to escape, but he had never thought about this one.

Xiao Diao looked at Yi Shuyuan above in disbelief, hesitating and daring to actually run away. After a while, he asked again carefully.

"Xiansheng... have you really let me go?"

Yi Shuyuan had already taken out a bamboo slip and slowly unfolded it.

"Go, practice hard in the future and don't step into the evil path."

At this moment, Xiao Diao was a little moved, his eyes were permed and red. He really wanted to let me go?

Meet a real immortal master...

At this time, Xiao Diao didn't want to leave. This immortal is different from any immortal cultivator he had met in the past!

But in the end, reason defeated impulse.

Hui Mian used his claws to pick off a few bamboo shells from the broken bamboo shoots beside him, then carefully placed the roast chicken on the bamboo shells, and shook some other food from the velvet on his chest.

"Thank you for not killing me, thank you for not killing me!"

While speaking, Xiao Diao also bowed to the top, but this time he paid sincerely.

Yi Shuyuan looked down, looked at the food left behind, and then watched the little marten jump and leave quickly, and said casually in a muttering voice.

"How many people can understand the true meaning of the Shanhe Immortal Furnace Picture?"

Hui Mian, who was about to run out of the bamboo forest, stopped, and a gray mink head turned over and looked at the immortal cultivator lying on the bamboo.

Yi Shuyuan just lay halfway on the bamboo shoot and looked at the bamboo slips, but his mind did not really pay attention to the text of the bamboo slips. He knew that Hui Mian would definitely come back.

Sure enough, the little marten, who was supposed to escape, returned to the bottom of the bamboo.

Yi Shuyuan put down the bamboo slips and looked down.

"Why do you want to come back?"

Hui Mian is now both entangled and excited. He didn't know what to say, but just stared at Yi Shuyuan's figure.

"Xiansheng, can you also see the extraordinaryness of the mountain and river fairy furnace map?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and looked at the little marten on the ground.

"Isn't it a pity that no one can appreciate these immortal works? Even if the painting itself is not willing to be lonely, it's just that the painting has a spirit and does not often show it to others in its true form."

Speaking of this, Yi Shuyuan neither forced nor joking, but asked sincerely and curiously.

"How much true do you see? Do you know the origin of this mountain and river immortal furnace map?"

Hui Mian did not regard Yi Shuyuan as an ordinary immortal cultivator at this time.

At this moment, the heart flashed in its mind. After a sudden realization, it suddenly realized that compared to the misty mountain and river immortal furnace map, wasn't it the greatest opportunity in its life?

"Xiansheng, I have seen this painting before. This painting is not an ordinary product at all. The painting hides the heaven and earth. The scenery in this painting is not dead!"

"Maybe, the painting is a blessed land and cave world!"

As soon as Hui Mian said this, Yi Shuyuan shook his head. It seemed that it was not true, but it did see a little true meaning, but it was just a wrong idea.

Unexpectedly, the celestial god could not see anything. Instead, this little monster could see through the mountain and river immortal furnace map. It can only be said that this monster must be unusual.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan not speaking, the gray-stricken siewed tail sat on the ground with a cushion, lowered his head and said with a little dejected look.

"Since I have seen that painting, I can occasionally dream of it in my dreams. I have been dreaming for more than a hundred years... Actually, I also know that it is very likely that I will never reach this painting in my life, but I just want it, just want it... I have a bad idea..."

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The opponent blocked with a long sword, and his arms were already numb. When Ah Fei lifted the stick forward, he had only time to cross the sword's chest.

"drink--"

A Fei shouted violently, his internal force churned, and a sudden sting was like a huge force bursting out. The long stick pressed against the sword and hit the opponent's chest.

"Bang--"

"Well......"

The sword let go, and the person flew backwards and fell directly outside the field. Many people rushed over in screams.

"Young Master-Young Master-" "Young Master!"

On the edge of the competition, an official whispered.

"The winner, Mai Lingfei—"

Ah Fei held a long stick in his hand and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, looking in a direction below the stage, where two people were also looking at him.
Chapter completed!