Although he was curious about Ye Liwei like this, the immortal cultivator was the most taboo to talk about it, so he didn't want to ask.

Ye Li saw that the seal was silent, and immediately threw out his own temptation and said: "Feng Daoyou can only put evil ghosts outside on weekdays, it is really inconvenient to walk in the immortal cultivation world, if the hundred soul flags are in hand, they can be collected in the flags, and the yin qi is sufficient and will not miss the cultivation of evil ghosts." ”

This really talked about the heart of the prison, and at this time, the surrounding monks were staring at his evil spirit.

But this matter may be something that Ye Li has to do, and for him, it is not like killing people and grabbing treasures.

"Ye Daoyou, Rong Feng thinks about one or two. ”

Although Feng Prison is not a kind person, he is still resistant to buying murder, murder and treasure grabbing, etc., considering that Ye Li is stronger than him, he did not directly refuse.

Ye Li didn't see a look of disappointment on his face when he heard this, and Lang smiled: "It's okay, this matter is not in a hurry, come and come...... Eat, Feng Daoyou is already hungry!"

The two picked up the roast rabbit and feasted on it, Ye Li was very talkative, and what he saw and heard from all over the world was vividly spoken, adding a bit of yearning for the prison.

............

"Ye still has some important things to do, so don't let Feng Daoyou go over. ”

After Ye Li arched his hand and said goodbye, he looked around and said, "Feng Daoyou seems to be too ostentatious, you still need to pay attention these days, right...... If you want to figure it out, you can use this charm to remind Ye. ”

"Thank you for reminding me, see you Ye Daoyou!"

Feng Prison took the induction charm handed by Ye Li, and then gave it away.

As for whether Ye Li went to find out the whereabouts of that person, or how, he didn't know.

After saying goodbye to Ye Li, he looked around and faintly noticed a few faint greedy glances.

The evil ghost is always with him, and it is really inconvenient.

It seems that they don't know how to do it in front of everyone, but I don't know how long they can hold it.

Feng Prison looked at Ye Li, who was not far away, as long as he called Ye Li at this time, he could use external force to get rid of this situation.

Maybe this was what Ye Li expected, so Ye Li deliberately mentioned that someone was eyeing him.

It's just that he really doesn't want to do it in his heart, not to mention that he owes favors, even the small self-esteem in his heart makes it difficult for him to ask for help.

Just hesitated for a while, and Ye Li's figure was gone.

Prison Feng looked at the place where Ye Li disappeared and was stunned, maybe Ye Li, who seemed straightforward, might not really be that straightforward, which made him understand the immortal cultivation world more deeply.

............

Prison didn't look much at where greed's gaze came from, and went straight back to his tent.

He wants to find a way to defeat the enemy in the "Ten Palaces of Yama".

With the mana of the first layer of his Qi cultivation, he could cultivate the spell, and there were very few spells.

Compared with spells, the prison seal attaches more importance to magic weapons, but the refining of magic weapons requires the fire of purgatory and the water of the Yellow Spring in the ghost gate.

It's just that if you want to enter the Ghost Gate, you have to cultivate to the third level of Qi cultivation first.

Only then can the third-level cultivators of Qi practice begin to have magical powers, and their mana can only be revealed when they connect the heavens and the earth, and only then can they resist fire, water, and wind...... Wait a minute!

Practicing qi at the first or second level is just a matter of hearing and seeing, and at most you can cultivate the spells used in your body.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through him, he was very much looking forward to what would happen after the ghost gate was closed?

............

Two months later

In the past two months, there have been more and more monks on the mountain, and it seems that the news of the yin qi and evil qi of the mountain has spread.

When there are many monks, disputes are inevitable, and after a few times, everyone spontaneously formed a tacit understanding that no trouble is allowed on the mountain.

Stalls were also set up one by one, as if it had become a small square market for cultivating immortals.

The trees on the hill have long since disappeared, and wooden houses have been erected.

The prison seal also built a scribbled wooden house by himself.

His closed-door penance was a pain to the monks who were eyeing him, and it was difficult to do anything on the mountain, so the wait was two months.

Feng Prison woke up from his cultivation, and he was quite satisfied with his cultivation in the past two months, and he had made great progress in both the secret method and his cultivation.

At this time, his mana was already about to overflow most of his dantian, and his cultivation was one step closer to the second layer of qi training.

He originally wanted to continue cultivating like this until the second level of Qi cultivation, but he already had to collect spirit stones on this mountain before he could stay.

A month ago, Fang City began to take shape, and some casual cultivators jointly established the Linshan Alliance to ask for mountain spirit stones from other scattered cultivators.

Naturally, there was no spirit stone in the prison, just because he was the first to settle here, so the "Linshan League" gave him a month.

Today was the deadline, and if he wanted to ask him what way he could earn spirit stones, he could only shake his head helplessly.

He doesn't know how to draw spirit runes, and he doesn't look like a fairy's daughter, and he has no strengths.

It's like a typical impoverished male cultivator among immortal cultivators.

............

Early this morning, the Linshan League sent people to drive him out.

"Poor Dao is also the dignified patriarch of this mountain, and he is the oldest!"

Feng Prison was so slanderous in his heart, no matter how reluctant he was to give up the yin qi in his heart, but he still had to be driven out.

After all, his strength is still not good, if he is replaced by a Qi Cultivation Great Perfection Cultivator, who would dare to stop him?

The prison was pushed by a male cultivator to stagger a few steps, and when he looked back, the bare Linshan was no longer full of vitality as before, only the wooden house with a single look and a patchwork order.

After leaving the mountain, he found that the entire mountain peak was shrouded in a thick fog, which should be the reason why mortals could not enter.

Feng Prison looked at a loss, where should he go?

He originally wanted to find revenge on the old man who kidnapped his little sister, but this person disappeared half a month ago, so he could only helplessly suppress the idea of revenge in his heart.

Thinking of the old man, the faces of his father and little sister immediately flashed in his mind.

I haven't seen my father Xiaoxuan for a few months, maybe I can go to Linshan Town to visit one or two.

Thinking so, Feng Prison immediately prepared to leave.

There was a strange noise behind him, and when he looked back, it turned out to be two monks walking out of the thick fog.

When the two monks saw that they were in prison, they couldn't help but look at each other.

One person raised his hand and shot out a spirit rune......

Suddenly, a water blade cut like lightning, and the incident happened suddenly, and the prison was caught off guard.

Fortunately, the prison seal already has some martial arts, and subconsciously flashed sideways.

"Rumble......!"

Just as his body was unstable, a small bag bulged on the ground, and the next moment a green afterimage pierced out.

"Uh-huh!"

Blood was scattered in the air, only to hear a painful snort, and the sealed prison figure staggered back a few steps.

"Phew!"

The slender monk spat out a mouthful of phlegm and said with a bad breath: "This is not dead, waste a spirit talisman on me!"

"Poor Dao's wooden thorn technique rarely misses, when the Taoist friend is unstable, he can still dodge the vital point, his skills are really extraordinary, but it's a pity to take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and see if Daoyou can still avoid the next blow of the poor Dao!"

The little monk on the side said with surprise on his face, but he didn't stop the trick in his hand.

Feng Prison's face was extremely ugly, and at this time his right arm had been pierced, and blood was pouring out.