Qiankun Gourd

Chapter 351 Westward Continent

"What if I don't leave?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly and walked slowly towards the island.

"If you don't leave, then we won't be polite! Arrest him and bring him to the elders!"

The middle-aged monk in the lead waved to the monks behind him, and those monks rushed towards Ye Feng with magic weapons in their hands.

Ye Feng's body was shining with blue light, and an invisible force swept towards these people.

Their bodies were thrown out uncontrollably, and they let out wailing sounds.

Ah...! Ah...! Ah...!

Boom boom boom!

Everyone fell to the ground.

"You...you wait!"

The middle-aged monk was frightened and quickly took out a token to transmit the message.

A moment later, a barefoot old man in a blue robe appeared in the air.

"Sha San, what's wrong?"

The old man in blue robe looked at the middle-aged monk expressionlessly.

"Report to the elders, this kid broke into our Yiyan Island!"

The middle-aged monk pointed at Ye Feng and shouted.

"My friend, we at Haiyan Sect do not welcome you, you'd better leave!"

The old man in blue robe glanced at Ye Feng, then said expressionlessly.

"I'm here to get the teleportation stone. Please help me!"

Ye Feng said politely.

"How about this, if you can beat me, I'll let you take the teleportation stone!"

After the blue-robed old man finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the surrounding sea water began to roll. Then countless water swords appeared in front of him.

"watch out!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Countless water swords shot towards Ye Feng.

"Humph!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly and waved his robe sleeves. An invisible force swept towards the water swords. Bang bang bang, the water swords shattered immediately.

The old man in blue robe felt a force sweeping towards him and quickly activated his protective shield.

Bang!

This force hit the blue-robed old man's protective shield, knocking him away immediately and causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior in the Nascent Soul Stage!"

These words frightened the middle-aged cultivator. He had never expected that the young man in front of him was actually an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage. It really is true that one cannot judge a person by his appearance. He immediately felt a chill on his back and sweat ran down his forehead.

"Nascent Soul...Nascent Soul...Senior...Senior, please forgive me!"

The middle-aged cultivator fell to his knees with a thud. He knew that it would only take a moment for a Nascent Soul cultivator to kill him. The fact that the man in front of him did not kill him was already giving him a chance.

When other low-level monks saw this scene, they knelt down and begged for mercy, crying and shouting.

"I didn't know you were coming, so I deserve death. You can take whatever stones you want from Yiyan Island!"

The old man in blue robe did not dare to be negligent and bowed respectfully.

"Then I'm not welcome!"

Ye Feng didn't waste time talking to them. He flew towards the pile of rocks in front and shot out several rays of light from his hands. These rays of light wrapped up the teleportation stone and put it into the storage bag.

"Okay, thank you very much!"

Ye Feng waved his sleeves, and a bottle of elixir flew out and landed in front of the old man in blue robe.

"This is the Soul Forming Pill I made myself. It will help your cultivation!"

"Thank you very much for this pill, Senior. Thank you very much for this pill!"

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist in blue robe happily knelt down and kowtowed quickly.

At this time, Ye Feng had turned into a beam of light and disappeared on Yiyan Island. The next moment, he took out the teleportation bead, disappeared from the spot with a flash of light, and appeared in the Western Wilderness teleportation array.

Next, Ye Feng placed the eight teleportation stones on the eight directions of the teleportation array. He walked into the teleportation array and shot out eight rays of light from his hand, hitting the teleportation stones.

The teleportation stone suddenly emitted a bright gray light, and the runes under Ye Feng's feet began to flash. A cylindrical beam of light shot up into the sky from under Ye Feng's feet, and then a gray circular vortex appeared above his head.

Seeing this, Ye Feng felt slightly delighted. He lightly tapped his feet and turned into a blue light, flying into the circular vortex and disappearing.

On the Westward Continent, on a tall mountain, a flash of light appeared and a white figure appeared.

The white figure was Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's spiritual sense swept in all directions. There was a mountain range under his feet. Not far from the mountain, there was a winding road with many pedestrians on it.

Judging from their attire, these people are no different from the people in Tianxing Continent.

There are businessmen, warriors, cultivators, and ordinary people.

They were walking along the road towards a medium-sized city not far ahead.

Ye Feng's figure flashed and landed on the top of the mountain, hiding his cultivation level as if he was at the Qi Refining Stage. He came to the road and followed the group towards the city ahead.

This was his first time coming to the Westward Continent, so he had to get to know the place first.

When they arrived at the foot of the city, a crooked-mouthed monk guarding the city gate saw that Ye Feng looked a little unfamiliar and blocked his way.

"My fellow Taoist, where are you from?"

"Oh, I am a wandering cultivator. I want to go into the city to rest. Please help me, fellow Taoist!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, took out ten spirit stones and handed them to the guard.

The crooked-mouthed monk smiled slightly when he saw this, then winked at the one-eyed monk behind him, and the one-eyed monk nodded slightly with a look of joy on his face.

"Okay, you can go in!"

The crooked-mouthed monk waved his hand.

"Thank you!"

Ye Feng clasped his fists, bowed, and entered the city.

"He's a fat sheep. Let's keep an eye on him. We'll kill him tonight!"

The one-eyed monk whispered to the crooked-mouthed monk.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away!"

The crooked-mouthed monk smiled slightly and called a few people around him, asking them to keep an eye on Ye Feng.

Those people nodded slightly and followed Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's spiritual awareness was so powerful that he had long seen these people's actions, but he did not pay any attention to them. Instead, he went to the market in the west of the city while asking for information.

If you want to learn about the situation in the Westward Journey Continent, the best way is to go to a bookstore, and the older the bookstore, the better.

After walking around the market, Ye Feng stopped at a shabby bookstore.

"Meng Laotou Bookstore" is written above the entrance of the bookstore.

"This name is quite interesting, let's go in and take a look!"

Ye Feng touched his chin and walked into the bookstore.

There were no customers in the bookstore at all, only a white-haired old man sitting behind the counter, staring at a yellow book.

Looking closely, I saw three big words "Chun Yan Ji" written on the yellow book. It turned out to be a pornographic book.

Ye Feng shifted his gaze from the yellow book to the white-haired old man. The old man looked familiar to him.

"Sir, feel free to read any book you want! Just let me know when you're done!"

The old man did not look up, but continued to read the book intently. While reading, he also laughed happily.

It was as if he was in the book.

I remembered now, why does this old man look very similar to the bookworm Brother Meng from Huangfeng Valley back then? Could it be that he is really Brother Meng?

Ye Feng's powerful spiritual sense probed towards the old man. It turned out that the old man's cultivation was unfathomable, and he was actually in the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

"Ok?"

The old man suddenly felt a powerful divine sense probing his background, and his face immediately darkened.

"What does this mean, fellow Taoist?"

Then, the old man didn't even look at Ye Feng, and a spiritual pressure suddenly swept towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng immediately mobilized the magic power in his body to block this spiritual pressure.

"The reputation of a cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage is indeed well-deserved!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

"Ok?"

The old man was surprised to see Ye Feng blocking his spiritual pressure. He was at the quasi-god-transformation stage and was almost invincible in the world. Yet, there was someone who could block his spiritual pressure. This person was really extraordinary.