Using the power of the soul to derive an invisible hand, he was naturally trying it for the first time, and at this time he concentrated his energy, controlling the invisible hand to grasp the weeds and use it violently.

I saw that from in front of him, to the gate of the courtyard, on the ground that was three feet long, weeds were uprooted in an instant, bringing up countless dirt and fluttering in the courtyard.

In an instant, a dirt road four or five feet wide appeared on the ground, leading to the courtyard gate.

He felt very jerky, but he also felt interested.

The eyes flashed, and the invisible hand instantly turned into a fist the size of a casserole, slamming towards the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang....... "The house shook, the courtyard fence shook, the ground shook.

The loose soil on the road in front of him was beaten by an invisible fist the size of a casserole, as if it had been subjected to a huge force, and it was instantly tamped.

But he felt as if he was exerting too much force, and he felt dizzy in his mind, and he quickly stopped his soul power.

If you want to learn that trick and use it skillfully, it is obviously not a day or two.

But if you continue to hammer hard, I am afraid that this sound will attract the whole city, and it will be difficult to explain it at that time.

When the dizziness passed, he stepped on the solid dirt path and walked straight towards the courtyard door.

His hands were about to open the courtyard door, but suddenly he stopped again.

It's nearly evening, and now when I go out, where can I buy some teapots or something?

He immediately turned around, walked to the door of the house, sat cross-legged on the grass, and said in his heart, secretly said, I can't buy it, won't I make it myself?

Do what you say, close your eyes, and slowly release the power of your soul.

I saw a pair of faint hands appear in the air in front of me, and their hands formed into shovels and dug towards the ground violently.

With a "plop", a large piece of soil on the ground was instantly dug out, but how could the soil on the surface make a teapot?

His mind moved again, and his soul power gradually became stronger, digging into the ground again and again.

......

The night in the city of Ryli came early, but it seemed to dawn early.

As soon as the hour came, the day was already dawning, and the people of the city went out one after another to work for the day's life.

As usual, those who got up earlier were already on both sides of the city's only avenue, placing their surplus belongings waiting to be traded.

But there are very few things that can be traded, and there are very few types.

It is nothing more than a few wild beasts from hunting, wild vegetables collected in the mountains, surplus crops from the ground, chestnuts, wheat, millet, etc.

Of course, there are also some simple handmade products, wooden tables, wooden stools, etc.

Since there is only one thoroughfare, it looks a little bustling in the early morning, like a small market.

It's just that today, next to the avenue, there is one more stall person.

The people who were born and raised here are naturally very familiar with each other, but they are not familiar with the newly added stall holder.

If a person is not familiar with it, he is not even familiar with the things on his stall.

Suddenly, a stranger set up a stall, and everyone was naturally very curious about the strange things on the stall.

Therefore, they all gathered around to watch, pointing and discussing.

"W-what is this?"

"It looks like a teapot, but it's slightly skewed and rough, and you look at the one on the far left, it's really, it's too ugly!"

"I've seen teapots, but where is there such an ugly teapot?"

......

Yi Heng sat cross-legged on the ground, eager to use his mana to close his ears.

Whoever is surrounded by a group of people, pointing fingers and talking about it, is naturally very unhappy.

What's more, the discussion is about the teapot he made overnight.

However, he himself looked at the row of teapots in front of him, listened to the discussion, and began to feel a little ugly, and his face was slightly hot.

But at this point, it's impossible to put away the teapot and go back immediately, right?

What's more, these teapots are all cast with soul power, and the ugliness at first is of course extremely normal.

Last night, at first, he just wanted to try to control the amount of soul power released, if he could do whatever he wanted, then there would be no overpower, and he would be able to save soul power.

Later, after digging out the dirt, he wrapped the soil with his soul power and began to try to cast a teapot.

I thought it was a simple thing, even if the teapot was ugly, it would definitely succeed.

But I didn't expect that the first time, except for getting a solid lump of mud, I couldn't make it look like a teapot at all.

Naturally, he would not give up easily and continue to ravage the lump of dirt.

It wasn't until the dirt was pinched into powder by the tremendous force and drifted away that he had to admit that the teapot wasn't so easy to cast.

But he found that although he didn't succeed, he also had a slight understanding of the importance of using the power of the soul, and he was immediately overjoyed, and began to dig and forge teapots all night long.

After four or five times, the first teapot was finally successfully cast, and the clay kneaded by the power of the soul was extremely strong without the need for fire.

It's just that as the onlookers just said, it's too ugly.

The more he looked at it at this time, the uglier it became, it was the teapot on the far left, and he had the intention to smash it, and it was not easy to do it in front of everyone.

After the first one succeeded, the second one went a little smoother, and then the second and third became smoother and smoother.

Overnight, he did not rest, immersed himself in the casting of teapots, and there were ten teapots on the ground.

It's just that what I don't understand is that the application of soul power in the back begins to be proficient, and the weight is good, and the teapot cast is obviously very good-looking, why do they say it's ugly?

Not to mention simple and elegant, natural, but also simple and compact, smooth appearance.

Although there are no patterns and colors, it is not to the point of ugliness.

"Look at this, the color is earthy, it has not been burned, and the body of the pot has no handle, how to cook tea?"

"That's it, and also, the surface of the pot is smooth, no dyeing, no lines, no case, it's really ugly!"

"Although I haven't used it, I've seen it, I heard that in Chaoge City, the teapot used by the rich and noble, that is simple and elegant, the dragon and phoenix pattern, looking at it is all enjoyment!"

......

Yi Heng was surrounded by the crowd, and there were bursts of discussion in his ears, which made him cry and laugh.

But apart from sitting cross-legged, he really couldn't throw his fists at him.

He finally realized that the teapot on the ground was really ugly.

Includes the tenth teapot.

I was cast according to the teapot in my memory, whether it was in my previous life or in the world of cultivating immortals, the appearance of this teapot was naturally simple and incomparable, and where was there any similarity with the teapot at this time?

So he can only be silent, and he can't sell it, so he treats it as polishing and using the power of his soul.

Fortunately, through a night of polishing, I have some understanding of the use of soul power.

At least if you use your soul power now, you won't be too strong or too light!

In time, we will definitely be able to do whatever we want, and we will be able to do whatever we want.

At that time, the move of the demon soul will no longer be far away.

"You, aren't you the noble man of that day, how can you be reduced to selling this ugly teapot?"

A cry woke him up, and he looked up to see an old man squeezing out of the crowd.

Ragged, rough-faced, cloudy eyes, stretched out his bruised hands to tear away the crowd and approach him.

He smiled bitterly and said, "It turned out to be the old man, why didn't he go fishing today?"

"I'm going, I'm going, why don't you go with me, and throw these into the lake?"

Hu Laohan was obviously embarrassed to say that these teapots were ugly in front of him, but looking at his wrinkled face and showing disgust, he knew that these teapots were really not welcome here.

"Hehe, thank you, boss, I still want to try, if I can't sell it today, it's not too late to lose it!"

"This, oops, how can it be sold....... ”

"Why can't you sell them?" I took these teapots!" A low roar came from outside the crowd, immediately interrupting his words, and everyone looked back when they heard the sound.

Hu Laohan was naturally surprised, opened his cloudy eyes, and turned to look.

There was a commotion in the crowd of onlookers, and in an instant they got out of the way.

Yi Heng was also surprised, and raised his eyes to look at the three people who came from the instantly quiet crowd.

The first person was dressed in a pale yellow brocade robe, about twenty years old, about seven feet old, well-proportioned, and handsome.

A crown of golden hair on his head restrained the shiny black hair, and the most impressive thing was a pair of tiger eyes, shooting out an inviolable righteousness, which was self-explanatory, making everyone involuntarily avoid it.

There were two people behind him, and they looked like followers, but they were also neatly dressed and had a healthy complexion, and the people around them naturally couldn't talk to them.

Yi Heng straightened up, his eyes narrowed slightly.

What everyone saw was that the righteousness in their eyes was inviolable, but he was different from everyone, and the black qi emanating from the Human Seal Hall made him frown.

If you can, you should stay away from this person.

At this time, as the young man approached, he felt not a heroic aura, but a dead aura that was different from that of a normal person.

It seems that it is not a young man in the prime of life, but an old man in his twilight years.

An old man who is even older than Hu Laohan.

Hu Laohan opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't dare to speak more, so he turned sideways and leaned to the side.

"The Taoist is above, Ji Kao will see you!"

"Daoist!"

"How is that possible!"

......

The young man walked in front of Yi Heng, bent down and bowed, calling him "Taoist", and as soon as this title came out, the surrounding people were shocked.

Those who cultivate the Tao, those who are outside the square, are Taoists.

Although the people's knowledge is shallow, they occasionally hear rumors here.

Yi Heng's eyebrows finally furrowed, and from everyone's reactions, it can be seen that since the establishment of the Shang Dynasty for hundreds of years, immortal cultivators have been indispensable in the mundane, so it has become known to the people.

But at this time, I was very unhappy.

The first is that he doesn't want to get close to this Ji Kao and have some intersection, and the second is that the people here know that he is an immortal cultivator, so how can he be pure in the future?

There was a glint in his eyes, intended to warn the man.

Ji Kao is Bo Yi Kao, Bo is the boss, Yi is a fief, and Kao is the name, so he is called Bo Yi Kao in history.