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"That, Ye Feng, I'm hungry, why don't you go eat something first, I'll have a treat." Ye Ningxue saw that there were people coming and going on the beach, and there were many barbecue stalls, and she suddenly had an appetite.

"Go eat."

Ye Feng was now thinking about Yancao, but he didn't have the heart to eat, so after thinking about it, he said: "Why don't you find a place to live first, eat casually and rest, I still have to go somewhere to do something." ”

He also had to go with that Feicha to a place called the "Hilltop Villa" in Fujimujiao, and Feicha told him that the Yancao was behind the villa, and not far away was the former volcanic crater, which is now an extinct volcano.

"Oh, then you get busy first, stay safe." Ye Ningxue didn't ask much, knowing that Ye Feng didn't like others to inquire about his secrets, in fact, Ye Feng was willing to help her open up the second line of Rendu to teach her to cultivate, and she was already very grateful to this cousin who had been driven out of the family.

At this time, the villa on the top of the hill was pitch black, except for the street lights outside, there was no light source in the villa at all, Ye Feng looked from the outside, and found that a cloud of black and gray fog surrounded the villa, and the whole thing looked gloomy.

And in the villa, there is an old man in gray sitting cross-legged, with a sallow complexion, a withered description, holding a bloody puppet imp in his hand, the little ghost's eyes blinked, and he made an evil and seeping smile, which actually seemed to be alive, which was the magic weapon of the Southeast Asian head lowering magician.

Southeast Asia likes to raise little ghosts, saying that it can ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters, and can also bring good luck to themselves, which has also been popular in the coastal provinces of China for a while, it is said that many Chinese Hong Kong and Taiwan stars are even more crazy, and personally went to Vietnam and Thailand to buy this kind of light-opening magic weapon.

In front of the old man, there was a small pile of weeds with withered yellow colors, which was the flame grass that Ye Feng was looking for, he seemed to be waiting for something, and his face looked a little anxious.

At this time, Ye Feng had already come to the door of the villa under the leadership of Fei Cha.

"Elder help"

The moment he came to the gate, Fei Cha took advantage of Ye Feng's inattention, slammed the door and ran in shouting.

"Fecha! Why did you come at this time, believe it or not, the old man killed you! The old man's face was gloomy and he looked angry.

This old man actually speaks fluent Chinese.

Fei Cha knelt on the ground and explained, "Elder, there is a boy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he actually went to Yulin Villa to harm our good deeds, let go of the people you wanted, and killed my brother Fei Mu. ”

"Humph! Where did he dare to spoil my good deeds! When the old man heard this, he was furious, and the originally gloomy air became even colder, and Fei Cha was so frightened that his legs were weak, his face turned pale, and he was about to speak, but he heard a voice coming in from outside the door.

"I'm coming."

Ye Feng walked in slowly, as if taking a leisurely stroll, and after glancing at the old man, he ignored it and went straight to the pile of flame grass placed in front of the old man and stood still.

"Is that you? Boy, you're looking for death! The old man didn't say a word, his eyes flashed with a killing intent, and he directly launched a spiritual attack on Ye Feng, and suddenly an invisible spiritual power shaped like a sharp knife shot towards Ye Feng in the air.

In his opinion, the young man in front of him was too arrogant, and he didn't take him seriously at all.

However, after his spiritual attack was sent out, it was like mud and sand entering the sea, Ye Feng did not kill as he imagined, but stood in front of him with disdain in his eyes like a person who had nothing to do.

"If you have this ability, if you want to kill me, it will be impossible to practice for another 10,000 years."

Ye Feng shook his head silently.

He is also a great cultivator in the god transformation stage, even if his cultivation has fallen to the level of qi cultivation now, how can the strength of his divine sense be comparable to that of an ordinary man? He even dared to launch a mental attack on him.

"You! Who the hell are you? The old man was suddenly frightened, and his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

His spiritual cultivation has reached a very high level, and there are many Dacheng martial artists who have died in his hands, which can be described as invincible.

However, today he returned in vain, how could this make him not surprised and not afraid.

"You tried it just now, don't you understand, I'm someone you can't afford to mess with." Ye Feng looked at the old man and said lightly.

"Hehe, boy, don't be rampant, look at me." The old man sneered, chanted a spell in his mouth, and then threw out the puppet imp in his hand, and the puppet imp immediately let out a seeping ghost cry and flew towards Ye Feng in the air, like a bloodthirsty monster.

"Carving insect skills!" Ye Feng shook his head disdainfully, and opened his mouth to spit out a true qi.

True qi is like sword qi, fast as lightning, and with a "click" in the air, the little ghost will be smashed, turning into a pool of black blood and falling to the ground, and then turning into a forest of black qi volatilized and disappearing into the air.

Seeing this, the old man's face was already pale, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Feng, he couldn't say half a sentence anymore, and there was only one thought left in his heart.

Escape!

He immediately got up and ran back, running for more than ten meters, and found that Ye Feng didn't chase after him, and couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, thinking that he could escape and ascend to heaven.

But if he looked back, he would see that Ye Feng had already raised a hand and clenched it into a fist around his waist.

"The seventy-two styles of the Great Zhou, the second style, the punch to the sky!"

With a bang, Ye Feng's fist on his waist also swung out, facing the old man who ran away.

Burst!

The old man's back instantly became a big hole, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"You, you, you killed the Elder." Feicha, who was standing next to him, was stunned and shivered on his knees, but in response to him was a fireball that turned to ashes in less than ten seconds before he could dodge.

Ye Feng didn't know that he had just killed a head lowering technique master who was quite famous in Southeast Asia.

And just treat the old man as an experiment, his set of "Da Zhou Seventy-two Style" is a worldly practice with both law and martial arts, just a small test of skills, with the true yuan to urge, the power also made him very satisfied.

After doing all this, he went to the back hill of the villa at the top of the mountain, and after walking a few miles up the rugged mountain road, he found what he was looking for near a crater the size of a basketball court.

As far as the eye can see, the sparse flame grass comes out of the pile of rocks, and the number is not much, exuding a faint aura.

"It's good that I came in time, otherwise if I came a little later, I would have been ruined by that old guy."

Ye Feng roughly looked at the weight of the Yan Grass, and estimated that it was just enough for him to condense the True Fire.

There were a lot of traces of picking left on the ground, although I didn't know what the old guy was doing when he picked the Yan Grass, but Ye Feng was also very distressed in his heart, and he couldn't wait to go back and pull out the old guy who had already been burned to ashes and burn it again, it was a terrible thing.

After that, after spending more than an hour, all the flame grass near the crater was picked, and Ye Feng turned back into the villa.

"Let's get started."

Glancing at the Yan Cao that had been placed around his body, Ye Feng was a little excited, and then shot out a small fireball, igniting the Yan Cao, only to see that the Yan Cao seemed to see the gasoline of the fire, and it burned violently in an instant, jumping into a wave of fire.

After burning for a while, a small purple fire spot visible to the naked eye, about the size of a mung bean, floated out of the fire and suspended in mid-air, exuding extremely hot energy.

This purple fire point is the essence of fire in the flame grass!

Condense the true fire, and that's what you want.

Ye Feng sat in the center of the fire, with his true qi protecting his body, he couldn't feel the slightest heat, as he pinched the trick with his fingers, and then those fire essences suspended in the air seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, coming to the front of his chest, condensing little by little, this process lasted for a long time.

When the flame burning grass was extinguished, and there was no fire essence overflowing, Ye Feng also opened his eyes and looked at the goose egg fireball formed by the convergence of the fire essence, and there was excitement in his eyes, which was enough for him to condense the true fire.

"Poof!"

Without stopping, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood, like a blood sword entering the essence of fire, slowly merging into the purple fire at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The monk's essence blood can be said to be the purest power in the monk's body, this essence blood contains almost all of Ye Feng's energy, if he loses this essence blood, he is bound to fall to the first level of qi cultivation and has to rebuild again.

This is the most important link in the condensation of true fire, and there must be no slackness, even if his face is pale at the moment, he is also extremely excited.