Qiankun Gourd

Chapter 352: Meeting Brother Meng Again

The old man put down the yellow book in his hand and looked up at Ye Feng.

"Why does this person look so familiar?"

The old man thought secretly in his heart.

"Brother Meng, it really is you!"

Ye Feng finally recognized who the old man was. It was Meng Shan, Old Man Meng, from the Contribution Pavilion of the Yellow Wind Valley.

"You are...Junior Brother Ye!"

Meng Shan finally killed Ye Feng.

"I really didn't expect to see Brother Meng here!"

"Junior Brother Ye, why are you here?"

"Why is Senior Brother Meng also here?"

"Ha ha!"

"Junior Brother Ye, let's talk in the back hall!"

The two of them smiled, Meng Shan closed the door, and took Ye Feng to the back hall.

"I didn't expect that Junior Brother Ye has already reached the state of late Nascent Soul Great Perfection. I really admire him!"

Meng Shan smiled slightly.

"I admire Senior Brother Meng very much. He has already reached the quasi-incarnation stage!"

Ye Feng praised.

"Hey! Actually, I have already entered the Spiritual Transformation Stage..."

Shang Meng told Ye Feng everything about himself.

It turned out that Meng Shan was already a cultivator in the quasi-God Transformation stage five hundred years ago. When he went to the Spiritual Realm to participate in a competition, he was injured by a cultivator in the early stage of God Transformation. As a result, his cultivation level plummeted, and he had no choice but to hide his identity and go to the Yellow Wind Valley to practice.

Because of his serious injuries, he was unable to recover to the foundation-building stage after years of practice. Finally, with the help of Ye Feng's elixir, he broke through this bottleneck and entered the foundation-building stage.

Back then, the evil ways invaded the seven major sects, and Meng Shan had only recovered to the late stage of foundation building. He had no choice but to leave the Yellow Wind Valley and chose to practice in seclusion. He came to the Westward Continent only after his cultivation level recovered to the late stage of Nascent Soul.

It took more than two hundred years of practice to recover to the quasi-god-transformation stage.

Ye Feng had not expected that Meng Shan was actually a cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage. It seemed that the competition in the spiritual world was extraordinary. A cultivator at the quasi-Spiritual Transformation Stage was actually crippled. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble if he went there now?

"So that's how it is! I never thought that Senior Brother Meng would be so talented!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

"Hey! Junior brother, you are joking! By the way, why are you here, Junior brother?"

Meng Shan asked curiously.

"Oh, that's it..."

Ye Feng also explained the purpose of his visit one by one.

“The Sanxuan Sect is one of the three major sects in the Westward Journey Continent, and the Sanxuan Patriarch has already reached the quasi-divination stage.

It is not easy for the junior fellow apprentice to get the staff back from him.

Why not wait until you reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage before going?"

After listening to Ye Feng's words, Meng Shan pondered for a while and said.

“Brother! I have just entered the Great Perfection stage not long ago, and the Spiritual Transformation stage is still out of reach.

I must smash the stone pillar within ten years, otherwise if a demon clone with higher cultivation comes, the Tianxing Continent will be in trouble.

Tianxing Continent is where my hometown is. There is no room for hesitation on this matter. The teleportation array must be destroyed before I ascend.

"

Ye Feng said without hesitation.

"Okay! Then I won't advise you anymore."

Meng Shan waved his sleeves and a manual and a map flew out.

"Junior brother, you will definitely be able to use these two things. One is my experience of entering the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and the other is a map of the Westward Journey Continent."

"Oh! That's great. Thank you very much, Senior Brother!"

Ye Feng collected the manual and map without hesitation.

"Yes! You must be more careful in your actions. I hope we will have a chance to meet again! There are still decades before the next spiritual world competition. I hope we can meet in the spiritual world then."

"Senior brother, take care!"

Ye Feng was disrespectful to Meng Shan and left.

Ye Feng came to an inn and stayed there. With a wave of his robe sleeve, the map flew out. He scanned the map with his spiritual sense, and only put the map away after confirming the location of the Sanxuan Gate.

Late at night, Ye Feng was sitting cross-legged on his bed meditating when suddenly two men in black broke into his room.

"You are finally here!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, stood up and looked at the two of them.

"You...you knew we were coming!"

When the two men in black saw that Ye Feng knew they were coming, they were surprised and began to feel a little scared. Since he could foresee the situation, this man was definitely not a fat sheep.

These two people were none other than the two monks in front of the city gate.

"go to hell!"

Ye Feng said nothing and two flames flew out from his body.

The flames immediately enveloped the two men, and they screamed in pain, and were burned to ashes after a while.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, pushed open the window, and his figure flashed and turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Half a month later, Ye Feng appeared above the Sanxuan Mountains.

“This should be the Sanxuan Sect!”

Ye Feng looked towards the mountains and smiled slightly. His cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage was revealed, and a blue light shot up into the sky from under his feet.

"Ancestor Sanxuan is in the mountains!"

The resounding voice echoed throughout the entire mountain range, scaring the low-level monks into not daring to speak.

At this moment, a skinny old man in purple robe led a group of cultivators and appeared not far from Ye Feng.

This skinny old man is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul.

"I am Liu Wuqing, the elder of Sanxuan Sect! May I ask your name, senior?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Let the Three Mysterious Ancestors come out!"

Ye Feng was not polite and waved his sleeves, and an invisible force swept towards these people.

Several Jindan stage cultivators and many foundation building stage cultivators were knocked back by this force and spit out blood.

"Such a strong magic power...!"

everyone exclaimed.

The skinny old man in the Nascent Soul stage retreated four or five feet before he could barely steady himself, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior, calm down! Senior, calm down! The ancestor is not in the sect! If you don't mind, you can come to the sect for a while! When the ancestor comes back, I will report in time!"

Liu Wuqing was so scared that he explained hurriedly.

"He's not in the sect? No matter where he is, I can go find him myself!"

"this..."

Liu Wuqing was a little undecided after hearing this. He wondered whether he should tell this person where the ancestor was.

"Humph!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and a powerful spiritual pressure swept towards Liu Wuqing. Liu Wuqing suddenly felt that his body was out of control and he knelt down involuntarily. At the same time, he felt short of breath and his breathing became rapid.

"Senior, please spare me! Senior, please spare me, I will tell you, I will tell you!"

Liu Wuqing was so scared that he begged for mercy quickly.

Ye Feng immediately withdrew his spiritual pressure and glared at Liu Wuqing.

"The ancestor likes to seek pleasure! He went to the Yichun Courtyard in Wushuang City ahead to look for Miss Xiaohong!"

No wonder Liu Wuqing didn’t dare to say it. It turns out that this old guy likes this. He doesn’t like the female disciples of the sect, but likes places like Yichunyuan.

"Why are all old people the same? Will I be like that in the future? No, absolutely not!"

Ye Feng was speechless for a while.

"You are still honest!"

Ye Feng did not stop, his figure flashed and flew towards Wushuang City not far away.