After returning to the room and washing off the sweat stains on his body, Ye Fan left for the lobby of the inn, calculating the time, the breakfast prepared by Xianglian should be almost there.

After walking to the lobby, Ye Fan glanced at Dong Chengyuan and the three of them, who had also just gone downstairs, and asked Wu Yunpeng, who had woken up, "Old Wu, there were guests last night?"

Ye Fan's title made Wu Yunpeng have a slight toothache, but he only dared to slander a few words in his heart, "Hui Gongzi, there were a total of three guests who stayed overnight last night." ”

Ye Fan nodded, and asked Pei Wenjie, who was cleaning with a broom in his hand, outside the door, "What about him, the new here?"

"Hmm!" Looking at Pei Wenjie, who was sweeping the fallen leaves, Wu Yunpeng's heart suddenly had an inexplicable sense of happiness, and a slight smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Well, I came to defect yesterday evening, and the old slave saw that he was still clever, so he stayed to help Zhang Xia and them." ”

As he spoke, Wu Yunpeng beckoned to Pei Wenjie outside the door, and after calling him over, he introduced: "Xiao Pei, this is the master of our inn, Ye Gongzi!"

Pei Wenjie's heart tightened, he looked up at Ye Fan, and found that the other party was also looking at him, and his face was also wearing the same mask as the shopkeeper, delicate but perfunctory.

"Little Pei Wenjie, I've seen Childe!"

Ye Fan's gaze stayed on Pei Wenjie's palm for two seconds, then nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Yes, it's a clever look." Did the shopkeeper arrange a job for you?"

This seems to be asking Pei Wenjie, but it is actually saying it to Wu Yunpeng.

"Xiao Pei came too late yesterday, and the old slave hasn't had time to arrange it for him, so do you want to arrange it?"

Ye Fan nodded, and after sweeping over Pei Wenjie's slender hands, he said lightly: "There are not many people in the inn now, and there are many places where there is a shortage of people, so you can temporarily take care of the work of the groom and chopping wood, and then I will deploy it to you when there are more people in the inn in the future." ”

Thinking that his dignified master of Qingzhu Mountain had been reduced to a horseman and a woodcutter overnight, Pei Wenjie's heart couldn't help but feel pantothenic acid for a while, but the situation was stronger than people, and the three corpse brain gods had already been served, so what else could not be put down!

"Yes, Childe, the slave knows!"

After arranging it, Ye Fan no longer cares, and the rest of the things will naturally be arranged by Wu Yunpeng, with this devil training, whether it is the rules of the inn or the matters that should be paid attention to, I believe Pei Wenjie will soon understand and abide by it!

Dong Chengyuan glanced at Ye Fan with a mask, and He Song who followed behind him, a curious gaze flashed in his eyes, although he couldn't see Ye Fan's specific strength, but He Song, who only had the acquired realm, couldn't hide his strength in front of him, he couldn't help but look at the one-armed man with only one arm curiously, and couldn't understand why the terrifying shopkeeper would unconsciously show a jealous and respectful look to him, could he also be the master?

Shaking his head, after throwing these thoughts that were not related to him out of his mind, Dong Chengyuan said to Wu Yunpeng: "Shopkeeper, we will leave in a while, if there is nothing to do, please return the guest room to us first." ”

When he spoke, Dong Chengyuan's expression was very respectful, and the circles of his two eyes were faintly black, thinking that it should not be very comfortable to rest last night.

"No, if you don't have breakfast, you can go now. Wu Yunpeng waved his hand indifferently, with the room fee of five hundred taels of silver in hand, there was no need to go up to accept the guest room, even if the other party demolished the Tianzi No. 1 room, it was no big deal!

Dong Chengyuan nodded, and led the two of them towards the outside of the inn. Fu Bo, who was following him, also had a depressed expression, drooping his right arm, walking with his head down, and couldn't help but shudder when he passed by Wu Yunpeng.

However, the young man who was knocked out by his father last night didn't have time to see Wu Yunpeng's ferocity, and at this time, when he passed by the dinner table of several people, he looked at the newly appeared Ye Fan and the others with interest. It wasn't until he was about to go out and passed by Pei Wenjie's side that Fang couldn't help but show a trace of resentment and anger, but under Dong Chengyuan's suppression, he didn't say anything, and after snorting coldly, he walked out of the inn.

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After breakfast, Ye Fan returned to the backyard and continued to boil up his metalized body because of "The Immortal Golden Body".

Looking at the candle sun grass in his hand that had turned into powder because of the dissipation of medicinal power, Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The four six hundred-year-old candle sun grass used for the four six hundred year old candle sun grass obtained from Wu Yunpeng's body, together with the candle sun grass obtained from Chen Yizhuo's hand, have been completely used up, and Ye Fan is still one line away from breaking through the four yang realm, and what disappoints Ye Fan even more is his own resistance to the candle sun grass.

The Candle Yang Grass that had just been refined had exerted less than half of the effect of the first Candle Yang Grass! If the medicine resistance increased at such a growth rate, then the thirteen Candle Yang Grasses estimated before, let alone cultivating the "Nine Yang Refining Body Technique" to the fullest, I am afraid that even the remaining "Immortal Golden Body" in the body would not be able to refine all of them.

And there are only thirty-four candle sun grasses in the Hundred Grass Pavilion, not to mention whether Ye Fan can take out something worth three million taels of gold to exchange, even if Ye Fan really takes out three million taels of gold, but there are only thirty-four candle sun grasses, but it is still not enough for him to consume in practice.

Scattering the ashes of the candle sun grass, Ye Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, turned over his hand and took out a slightly transparent glass bead the size of a pigeon's egg, and said in a low voice: "It seems that it is really necessary to go to Fire Dragon Island, I just hope that the demon pill of these three fire pythons does not have such a great drug resistance!"

The glass-like beads in Ye Fan's hand were the demon pills after the three fire pythons were sucked out of the true yuan.

It stands to reason that although the demon pill and the elixir of heaven and earth have a certain commonality, they are still two different things between the two after all. The problem of drug resistance between the elixir may not exist above the demon pill, after all, compared with the elixir, the demon pill is closer to the aura between heaven and earth. Since ancient times, Ye Fan had never heard of anyone who would become resistant to the aura of heaven and earth because of the increase of cultivation time, but on the contrary, most people would be transformed because of long-term cultivation, and it would be easier to get close to and attract the aura of heaven and earth.

Otherwise, if the aura really produces "medicine resistance", then the matter will be terrifying, everyone simply doesn't need to cultivate, and live their ordinary life honestly, anyway, no matter how much you toss, it won't have any effect, but it will be a waste of time!

Flipping his hand and putting away the demon pill of the three fire pythons, Ye Fan rarely walked out of the house during the day!

"Childe, is there something wrong!" He Song, who was guarding the door and cultivating, hurriedly stood up.

Ye Fan waved his hand, patted He Song's shoulder and said, "I'm fine, just come out for a walk, you just continue!"

In He Song's surprised gaze, Ye Fan walked out of the inn and came to the mountains and forests outside, and at this time, there were still some traces of last night's battle in the dense forest outside. After all, Pei Wenjie is only one person, and he still has injuries on his body, so it is already very good to be able to clean up the bloodstains at the door of the inn in one night!

The palm of his hand gently brushed the knife marks on the trees, Ye Fan shook his head and chuckled, he just came out to distract himself, but the battle here had nothing to do with him.

With a slight step on the dead branches in the ground, without the slightest sound, Ye Fan quietly fell to the treetops like a flying immortal, listened to the sound in the air, and after a slight pause under his feet, he headed towards a mountain peak in the west.

With a slight step on the leaves with his toes, Ye Fan's figure turned into an afterimage, flickering in the woods. In just a few moments, he crossed a distance of several hundred zhang and appeared on a mountain peak not far away.

The mountain peak is not high, only three or four hundred meters, there are no other trees on the mountain peak except for green bamboo, only a few early blooming mountain flowers add a little color to the mountain peak, not so monotonous.

And where Ye Fan is now is halfway up the mountain, except for a waterfall with a drop of forty or fifty meters, there is nothing special here.

"Yes, it's a quiet place, you can practice swords here in the future!" slid his palm through the waterfall, bringing up a handful of cold mountain spring water. After living on Mt. Aoba for more than ten years, Ye Fan has become accustomed to the existence of waterfalls, the kind of flowing water that is slightly noisy in other people's ears, but in Ye Fan's opinion, it is the most beautiful music.

Standing next to the waterfall like this, drinking a handful of clear mountain spring water, Ye Fan's somewhat restless mood seemed to calm down, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a quiet smile.

In a relaxed mood, Ye Fan's arms were slightly opened, his right foot took a step forward, and the whole person was suspended in mid-air. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he had lost his weight, and Ye Fan floated there quietly, not up or down, like a swimming fish sleeping in the water.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew, and Ye Fan's body was like a kite with a broken string, floating in the valley with the mountain wind. The figure is up or down, fast or slow, as if it has lost consciousness, letting the mountain wind carry it with it, slowly wandering between heaven and earth. And the consciousness is integrated into the mountain wind, with the ups and downs of the mountain wind, with the wind circling and circling, feeling the freedom and unrestrainedness of the wind!

The mountain wind rose and fell, the sun rose and fell, Ye Fan's figure was always intoxicated by the mountain wind, until a certain moment, a fragmented sound blown by the mountain wind came into Ye Fan's ears, and he woke him up.

"Childe ......"

The star-like eyes lit up in the mountain breeze, a trace of regret flashed from the bottom of his eyes, and Ye Fan's figure intoxicated in the mountain breeze disappeared out of thin air, turned into a green rainbow, and went straight to the direction where the voice came from. And at this moment, Ye Fan's figure was like a breeze in the mountains, with a hint of agility that he had not had before, and the speed was much faster than when he came! It's just a pity that the rare comprehension has been interrupted by the people who came, and Ye Fan's harvest is just that!