Wang Heihu had only been flying on the cloud boat for a while. Before he could fly out of the forest, the flying sword had already struck several times in succession.

The talisman shield on his body gradually dimmed.

The gap between Soul Cleansing Stage and Dao Entry Stage cultivators could not be compared at all. Wang Heihu was completely helpless and his heart was filled with despair.

He was so scared that he was trembling. He knelt down and begged, then he said fiercely,

"Do you know that my second uncle is Daoist Wuchen, a Golden Core cultivator from the Soul Devouring Sect who went to guard the Immortal Seeking Square?

If you dare to touch even a hair on my head, my second uncle will definitely pull out your muscles and peel your bones when he gets angry. You will never be able to die!"

As soon as Wang Heihu finished speaking, the azure flying sword had no intention of stopping. Finally, it split the talisman shield and pierced through his throat in an instant!

Boom!

Wang Heihu and Yun Zhou fell from a high place. He held his neck and struggled for a while before he died.

Until his death, Wang Heihu didn't even see what his killer looked like.

Ju Ying Sword carried Wang Heihu's storage bag and flew to a hillside four or five miles away.

Qin Feng, who was sitting on the hillside with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. After taking his storage bag, he immediately flew up on his sword and flew towards the Netherworld Mountains. He kept summing up the experience and lessons of his first killing through the air.

" I didn't expect Wang Heihu to have such a powerful protective talisman on him. If it wasn't for the excellent quality of the Gathering Ying Sword, which could be broken with strength, I'm afraid there would be nothing we can do about him!"

"It's said that some powerful swordsmen can kill enemies thousands of miles away or even thousands of miles away, but I can only kill people within five miles. If word gets out, I'm afraid I'll die laughing.

Previously, I only wanted to buy a better sword so that I could fly on it. Now that I have the Gathering Ying Sword, why not continue to study the path of sword cultivation?"

After flying to the vicinity of the Netherworld Mountains, Qin Feng descended on his flying sword and prepared to change into a cloud boat to return to the sect.

At this moment, an old Taoist priest in tattered clothes suddenly walked in front of him. He seemed to be drunk and staggered when he walked.

Qin Feng looked at him warily. Seeing that there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on this old Daoist, he looked like an ordinary mortal. Only then did he relax a little..

When the old Taoist priest walked to Qin Feng's side, his eyes suddenly lit up. He sniffed Qin Feng's body with his nose.

" Good wine, good wine! Kid, you must have good wine on you!"

Qin Feng always felt that this old Daoist was not simple.

This was the Netherworld Mountain Range, which was extremely vicious in the eyes of outsiders. Devil cultivators were rampant here. How would ordinary people dare to loiter here?

If he was not an ordinary person, Qin Feng would not be able to detect any spiritual energy fluctuations from his body.

That meant that this person's cultivation was more than one level higher than his!

Hence, Qin Feng took out a wine gourd from his storage bag and handed it out.

The old priest opened the stopper and took a gulp. He praised deliriously,

" Nine-system Polygonatum Wine, and it's a thousand years old. Good wine, really good wine!"

After saying that, he raised his head and gulped down the wine. Qin Feng felt pain from watching.

He usually didn't want to drink this wine. He only drank a small sip before practicing.

Qin Feng wanted to go up and beat up the old priest, but in the end, he resisted because he could not figure out the other party's route..

"If I can't bear it, I'll mess up. There's a knife in my heart. I'll bear it!"

After a while, the old priest drank Qin Feng's bottle of Nine-system Polygonatum Wine to the last drop.

The old Daoist burped and threw the gourd back to Qin Feng.

"Very good. You took away my sword, and I drank your wine. Then we are even..

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After saying that, he staggered forward again.

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: One step out, already a hundred steps away, figure again shake, figure has disappeared.

Qin Feng stood rooted to the spot for a long time. When he regained his senses, he realized that his back was covered in cold sweat!

Back at his residence, the Glazed Pagoda flashed and a gourd flew out. It was filled with blue spiritual liquid..

Looks like this is his reward for surviving a disaster..

Qin Feng had actually obtained this blue spiritual liquid several times before. Humans could not consume it, but when it was dripped on spiritual plants, it could greatly accelerate the growth of spiritual plants.

Drops on different spiritual plants, the effect is not the same,

For example, when it was used on low-level spiritual plants such as Ice Cicada Flower and Cold Wind Grass, the effect was very ordinary and very wasteful.

And drop on ginseng, ganoderma lucidum, polygonatum, such as the older, the more valuable plants, the effect is quite obvious,

Just one drop could directly make ginseng and polygonatum grow for nearly ten years!

Therefore, the blue spiritual liquid obtained previously had basically been used up, and now it was time to replenish it..

Even the mulberry trees at the entrance and the exotic fruit trees in the courtyard were special, so Qin Feng also sprinkled some.

Unfortunately, the mulberry tree was growing like a pavilion, but the mulberry tree did not have any unusual features.

And the mutant fruit tree in the courtyard had not even bloomed once!

"It's better to plant an ordinary pear tree!"

Qin Feng gets angry when he talks about that exotic fruit tree.

Months later,

On this day, Xuanyin Peak was decorated with lanterns and streamers. It was full of joy.

This was because Li Xiaoshan, the eldest senior brother of Xuanyin Peak, had successfully broken through a few days ago and became a Golden Core cultivator!

Many years ago, Li Xiaoshan was already at the late-stage of Dao Entry. Now that he had finally succeeded and was the first Jindan Stage disciple among the younger generation of Xuanyin Peak, he naturally had to celebrate..

Qin Feng was also fortunate enough to be invited up the mountain and meet his master, Master Xuan Yin, several years later..

However, Qin Feng was not happy at all. Instead, he was trembling.

Because the last few times he met Master Xuanyin, nothing good happened, and he was scared..

Therefore, when he arrived at the hall, Qin Feng hid in a corner and drank with his head lowered, afraid that he would be targeted by Venerable Black Yin..

There were more than 50 cultivators sitting in the hall. Most of them were disciples of Li Xiaoshan, Xiong Lie, and the others.

Among the direct descendants of Master Xuanyin, the fifth disciple died in Devilfall Valley, and the third disciple Cao Yu had gone crazy and did not attend. Therefore, only ten people were present..

At the end of the banquet, Li Xiaoshan went to a high platform and taught everyone some of his personal experience in condensing Jindan.

This kind of experience is obviously very rare and valuable, which can make people take fewer detours.

Some independent cultivators who rely entirely on their own exploration cannot find such an opportunity even with lanterns..

Therefore, Qin Feng and the others immediately perked up and listened very seriously.

When the banquet was over and Qin Feng was about to leave the mountain, Master Xuan Yin called him to him alone and carefully sized him up. Finally, he nodded slightly and said,

"With his mixed spiritual roots, it's rare to be able to cultivate to Soul Cleansing Perfection.

If you can successfully enter the Dao, I will bestow you a magic treasure and teach you a profound Dao technique.

Go down, don't let me down.

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Then, he waved his hand and sent Qin Feng away.

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