As a senior and well-cultivated scoundrel in the market, Tam Dali is one of the representatives of Qingcheng.

He stood at the door of the inn, blocking the way of Ye Feng and his party, with his hands on his hips, if it weren't for his appearance being too obscene, he would have a little bit of a sense of majesty.

"Tam Dali, can you not make trouble in front of my inn, I really think that it is still the world of your Tam family!" The shopkeeper of the inn saw that the momentum was wrong, and hurriedly came, so he pushed Tam Dali, trying to persuade him to leave here, not to affect the business of the inn.

This ramming is definitely not convinced.

"On the other hand, I don't like him today. Tam vigorously pointed at Ye Feng in the middle of the crowd and said provocatively.

I have to say that this ramming is also a personal essence, and he recognized Ye Feng's extraordinaryness at a glance, a man with such a chic temperament must be a rich disciple.

A few days ago, he lost more than 1,000 taels of silver, no matter how generous he was, he couldn't help but squander it, just say that this month, the silver taels he owed in the gambling house were already 10,000,000.

If his father knew about it, the pain would be small, and he would probably even be expelled from the house, and a person like him, who had no ability to support himself, would suffer a day outside.

"I wish I didn't know you. Ye Feng smiled slightly, but felt that this ramming force was very interesting, of course, the main reason was the power sealed in his body, which felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"You don't know this, you owed me 10,000 taels of silver in your last life, and yesterday I dreamed that you came, saying that you would take the initiative to pay it back today, no, you sent it to the door. "The reason made up by ramming vigorously is very wonderful, telling lies, and the atmosphere is not breathing.

He was dressed luxuriously, using fine silk, and even the boots under his feet were inlaid with agate stones, and this kind of rich disciple would even do such an arrogant thing in broad daylight, without even telling the slightest reason.

"In my previous life, I didn't know what ramming force was, but there was a ramming force, could I ask if it was you?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, pretending to be puzzled.

"Yes, that's me, in my last life, I was rammed, and in this life, I am rammed, hurry up and return the money you owe me. Tam walked up to Ye Feng vigorously, and his tone was slightly excited.

"But I didn't owe him money, he owed me a life!" Ye Feng's tone suddenly increased, and with a hint of coercion, it spread towards the surroundings.

Feeling this powerful aura that was different from others, his powerful body couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes showed a little surprise.

"It's not good to touch the nails. Tam Dali's face was gloomy, and his body twisted suddenly, and he retreated quickly towards the rear, as if he often did such acts, and his movements would be so in one go.

"It's such a funny guy. Ye Feng shook his head and chuckled, didn't bother anymore, turned around and walked into the inn.

The layout of the inn does not have many highlights, at best it has a slight antique taste, it is dusk at the moment, but there are not too many guests.

"Feel free to do so, I'll go upstairs first. Ye Feng waved his hand, and after opening the room, he followed Xiao Er upstairs without hesitation.

Because just now, the strange imprint in his mind had changed slightly.

Walking into the room, Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, and at this time, a sharp pain came from his mind.

This kind of pain is indescribable, with a slight pinprick feeling, Ye Feng frowned, and mobilized a little yuan force out, which was transmitted to his mind along with the meridians.

Before the Thunder Tribulation, Ye Feng's Immortal Ge and Divine Sense were completely fused, and an ancient mark was born.

The imprint floats in my mind like a time bomb, and it is very likely to explode inadvertently.

Every time he thought of this result, Ye Feng's face couldn't stop twitching, and at this moment, he had to find a way to find out the secret in this mark.

And this time, there was a change, although it was accompanied by pain, but Ye Feng revealed a trace of fanaticism.

"Whether it's a bomb or not will be revealed in the next scene. Ye Feng closed his eyes tightly, eliminating all mixed thoughts, and the whole person was in a state of emptiness, trying to manipulate this mark with his own thoughts.

But when Ye Feng's Yuan Force and thoughts were transmitted to his mind, the phenomenon caused was extremely abrupt, and he saw that this imprint seemed to be mixed with a thick shield, and as soon as the Yuan Force came into contact, it rebounded and burst into the depths of his mind.

Although this is his own Yuan Force, it is inevitable that there will be some damage, Ye Feng sighed coldly, but found that a gray gas was emitted from the mark.

These gases were like clouds and mist in Ye Feng's mind, layer after layer, and even affected Ye Feng's consciousness, as if these clouds were desolate beasts that had come to devour his mind.

What exactly is this mark, I don't know, Ye Feng's brows thumped, and he always felt that this was a bit like a slave mark, as if someone deliberately left it in his mind.

Just like Xing Shen, he inadvertently controlled Ye Feng's life and death, this kind of feeling, Ye Feng hated it the most, but he was helpless.

Even if I go back to the depths of my heart and search my body nakedly, I still find nothing, as if I have merged with myself.

"Could it be that this mark is where Xing Shen's consciousness lies?" After thinking for a moment, Ye Feng suddenly thought of a possibility.

But this was only speculation, and there was no clue to prove that the gray gas floated in my mind for a while, but then returned to the imprint.

Gradually, Ye Feng woke up from meditation, his eyes were slightly confused, it would take a long time for his cultivation to break through, originally he hoped to find something from this mark, but he found nothing.

"Well, maybe it's a long-cherished wish I can't escape. With a deep sigh, Ye Feng stood up in a daze, but at this moment, a crisp voice like a silver bell appeared around him.

"Brother, did you forget me. ”

Hearing this clean voice that didn't seem to be mixed with anything else, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth outlined a faint wry smile.

Yes, just back to this point in time, Ye Feng has experienced several wars, and he really forgot about this little girl.

With a bitter smile, Ye Feng summoned the source of the voice from the Qiankun Ring, that is, the Yin Soul who had experienced a battle with him at the beginning.

But now she can't be called a ghost, the anger on her body has been removed, and what is left is a cute but touching petite face.

Ye Feng regarded her as his sister from the beginning.

Morning song.