Yi Shuyuan's footsteps also stopped, looking at the little mink frozen there, it seemed that the dragon clan's deterrent power was quite large.

"You are not high, but you have a lot of ghost thoughts, but you have a name?"

Hearing this, the little mink suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Back to Shangxian, the surname of the ancestor is Ash, the name is Ash Mian, I have practiced in Fenglai Mountain for more than 200 years, and the local villagers have also set up a statue for me!"

This little mink does know a little Shinto, and it is not impossible to say that he has been worshiped by the statue.

Just hearing its words, Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but turn around and look at it seriously again, the ancestor's surname is gray? Two hundred years?

Even if this product has really been repaired for two hundred years, I am afraid that it has not saved much Taoism.

But that flamboyant human essence is really not like a monster who is not deeply involved in the world.

"Can you see the way out of this picture of the mountains and rivers immortal furnace?"

Xiao Mink, who is trying to create his own "good demon" demon, muttered in his heart when he heard this sentence, and fooled again.

"After all, this is a peerless painting, although my demonic power is low, but I am also elegant, I want to appreciate it......"

"Vassal? Stealing swill? ”

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but say this.

The little mink's body trembled slightly, and the demonic energy on his body couldn't stabilize and began to appear.

"Ah-I deceive people too much, I don't slap people in the face, I don't expose my shortcomings when I scold people-I fought with you-"

This little monster dropped the roast chicken and waved it wildly, Yi Shuyuan felt a pang in his heart, and he used his mana and true qi to slap it down.

"Bang ......"

The gray and white mink was suddenly knocked out, broke two bamboo shoots and fell under several broken bamboos, and all the demonic energy was scattered.

It was also Yi Shuyuan's quick reaction and the timely withdrawal of most of his mana and true qi.

But things don't seem to be going well now.

Yi Shuyuan stepped out in one step, and when his footsteps fell, he came to Xiao Mink, and found that the monster was lying there motionless, and it was no longer alive.

He's dead?

Wrong! The palm just now has been retracted, and it can hurt but not kill.

"If you don't get up again, I'll make up for it, but this time I won't keep my hand!"

Yi Shuyuan didn't just talk about it, he had gathered true qi in his hands, and his eyes locked on the little mink on the ground.

"Ho ......"

As soon as the mink twitched, he immediately got up, and his two front paws kept worshipping.

"Immortal Commander Spares His Life......"

Yi Shuyuan was really amused by this this thing this time, this guy really has a lot of fancy intestines, he bent down to look at the little mink, who raised his head but didn't dare to look directly into Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

"Did it hurt just now?"

"Painful ......"

Looking at the frightened appearance of this little demon, Yi Shuyuan's eyes softened, in fact, he was also a sentient being who was interested in cultivation.

"Don't be afraid, I won't accept you, I won't hand you over to the ghosts, and I won't tell you about pretending to be the Dragon King."

"You don't have a bad sense of evil, you really don't have much anger."

Saying that, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand, and the roast chicken that fell to the ground over there flew into his hand.

"Give it back to you, the matter of the martial arts conference has nothing to do with you, don't call anyone to catch it in the future."

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan jumped slightly, and went to the old bamboo he used to come to lie down again, and the bamboo branches were picked one by one as if they were swinging.

"That palm should be regarded as a lesson for Mai Lingfei, you can go!"

Yi Shuyuan's words made the little mink gray stunned, it had thought about all kinds of bad situations, and thought hard about various ways to get out, but it didn't think about this one.

Xiao Mink looked at Yi Shuyuan above in disbelief, hesitated and didn't dare to really run, and asked again carefully after a while.

"Immortal Chief...... Did you really let me go? ”

Yi Shuyuan had already taken out a bamboo slip and slowly unfolded it.

"Go ahead, practice hard in the future, and don't step into the evil path."

At this moment, Xiao Mink's heart was a little moved, his eyes were hot and red, he really wanted to let me go?

I've met a real immortal master......

At this time, Xiao Mink actually didn't want to leave in his heart, this immortal was different from any immortal cultivator he had met before!

But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse.

Ash Mian used his claws to pick off a few bamboo shoot shells from the broken bamboo shoots around him, and then carefully placed the roast chicken on the bamboo shoot shells, and shook out some other food from the fluff on his chest.

"Thank you Immortal Elder for not killing, thank you Immortal Chief!"

As he spoke, the mink also bowed upwards, but this time he bowed sincerely.

Yi Shuyuan looked down, looked at the food left behind, and watched the little mink jump away quickly, and said something in a muttering voice.

"How many people can understand the true meaning of the mountain and river immortal furnace diagram?"

Ash Mian, who was already about to run out of the bamboo forest, paused, and a gray-haired mink turned around and looked at the immortal cultivator lying on the bamboo.

Yi Shuyuan just half-lay on the bamboo and looked at the bamboo slips, but his mind didn't really pay attention to the text content of the bamboo slips, he knew that Gray Mian would definitely come back.

Sure enough, the mink that was supposed to run away returned to Takeshita.

Yi Shuyuan put down the bamboo slip and looked down.

"Why do you want to come back?"

Gray Mian was now entangled and excited in his heart, he didn't know what to say, he just stared at Yi Shuyuan's figure.

"Immortal Chief, can you also see the extraordinary nature of the Immortal Furnace Diagram of the Mountains and Rivers?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and looked at the little mink on the ground.

"Isn't it a pity that no one can appreciate such immortal works? Even if it is the painting itself, it is not willing to be lonely, but the painting scroll has a spirit, and it is not often shown to people in its true body. ”

Speaking of this, Yi Shuyuan neither persecuted nor ridiculed, but asked sincerely and with curiosity.

"Do you see the truth? Can you know the origin of this mountain and river fairy furnace diagram? ”

Gray Mian didn't regard Yi Shuyuan as an ordinary immortal cultivator at all at this time.

At this moment, its heart flickered, and under the sudden realization, it suddenly realized that compared to the ethereal mountain and river immortal furnace diagram, isn't it the greatest opportunity in its life?

"Immortal Chief, I have seen this painting before, this painting is not ordinary at all, there is heaven and earth hidden in the painting, and the scene in this painting is not dead!"

"Maybe, that painting is a blessed land cave!"

As soon as Gray Mian's words came out, Yi Shuyuan shook his head, it seemed that he didn't really see it, but it did see a little bit of truth, but it would be wrong.

I didn't expect that the gods and yin gods couldn't see anything, but this little monster could see through the mountains and rivers immortal furnace diagram, and it can only be said that this monster must be unusual.

Seeing that Yi Shuyuan didn't speak, the gray mink sat on the ground with a cushion, lowered his head and said a little depressed.

"I've been dreaming about it for more than 100 years since I saw it...... In fact, I also know that I will probably not be able to reach this painting in my life, but I just want it, I want it...... That's when I moved my mind......"

This time I should be telling the truth.

Yi Shuyuan's body rolled over and fell lightly from the bamboo tip, and the bamboo swayed and swayed.

"It seems that you really don't know the origin of this painting, so if you have a fate, this painting will come to me in a few days......"

Gray Mian raised his head, and Yi Shuyuan looked at the little fluffy gray face with a smile.

"If not, how about I take you close enough to see the painting?"

Gray Mian was a little stunned, but subconsciously nodded in agreement.

"Good ......"

I wanted to ask him to follow him directly, but Gray Mian didn't dare to speak out, for fear that there would be no room for some words to be spoken.

But Gray Mian still asked one more question apprehensively.

"Then, can I follow the immortal chief these days?"

"Then follow me, and don't go back to that broken well."

"Hmm!"

Gray Mian suddenly became excited, jumped up and carried the roast chicken again, and said attentively.

"Immortal, you eat!"

"No need, you can eat it yourself......"

The little mink's mood changed quickly, and he had already happily tore off a chicken leg, and handed it to Yi Shuyuan after patting the dust off it.

"Immortal Chief, you can eat!"

Yi Shuyuan thought about it for a while, but still reached out and took it.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan take it, Xiao Mink seemed to be very happy, and he also tore off the chicken leg and gnawed it.

"Well, Immortal Chief, I haven't asked your name yet!"

Yi Shuyuan was about to answer, but after thinking about it, his thoughts still moved and the changes in his body were dispersed.

This hand made the little mink who was gnawing on the chicken leg obviously stunned again.

"Contemptible Yi Shuyuan, you don't have to call me Immortal Chang all the time, it's more appropriate to call me Mr. Sheng."

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On the morning of the second day, the Qinglong home field, just like the first day of the martial arts conference, the martial artists gathered here can be described as a sea of people.

Now Ke is not only watching the game on the flat ground, but also building many high platforms to watch the game, and the local businessmen in Yuezhou have done a prosperous business.

Since the competition entered the top ten, every competition has been held in the home stadium of Qinglong, which is paved with bluestone.

This land is not a complicated terrain, but a huge bluestone field, and in the middle and four corners of the position are erected a log as thick as two hands, six or seven feet high.

At this time, there are already people in the home stadium who are competing.

The fight has reached a critical moment, and in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, it is obvious that one side is in full swing, but the other side is a little absent-minded.

In Ah Fei's hand was a white ash stick wrapped with iron at both ends, and the stick danced in his hand with a whistling sound, the long stick swept over, and the opponent hurriedly dodged.

"Bang ......"

The log that was struck immediately showed a terrible dent, and if the stick had hit a person, he was afraid that he would have broken it.

Ah Fei's opponent was holding a long sword, but he couldn't get close to him at all, and every time he blocked, he felt a pain in the tiger's mouth.

The opponent's original momentum has already lost, and he cares about showing timidity in his heart.

What's going on? How so? Isn't this Mai Lingfei already suffering a big loss of internal force? Why is his move so violent, as if he has no regard for internal force at all?

"When—"

At this moment, Ah Fei saw that the opponent was stage frightened, and took advantage of your illness to kill you!

"Look at the move—"

The long stick danced a phantom, and it struck like a marksmanship.

"When-" "When-" "When-"

The opponent blocked with a long sword, his arm was already numb, and when Ah Feiti's stick burst forward, he only had time to cross the sword's chest.

"Drink—"

Ah Fei shouted violently, his whole body was churning, and a blow of stabbing seemed to burst out with huge force, and the long stick hit the opponent's chest against the sword body.

"Bang-"

"Uh......"

The long sword let go, and the person flew out upside down and fell directly to the sidelines, and many people rushed over with screams.

"Young master—young master—" "Young master! ”

On the edge of the arena, an official announced loudly.

"Winner, Mai Lingfei—"

Ah Fei held a long stick, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and looked in one direction under the stage, where two people were also looking at him.

One is Duan Silie with a spear, and the other is a man in soft armor with a big knife on his back, named Cheng Shouliang, who is a military attache of the imperial court.