About 3,000 miles southeast of Qingsang City, there is a forest shrouded in white mist all year round.

Immortal cultivators and mortals can never get out again when they enter it, no matter how high their cultivation is, it is the same result, and over time, this forest is called the Demon Mist Forest, and no one cares about it.

And on this day, the white mist that shrouded the Demon Mist Forest dissipated in an instant, and a white-robed young man walked out of the woods.

Seventeen, ** age, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes, if someone looks at his eyes, they will definitely get lost in it, and if you look closely, this young man is Long Fei.

After killing the mist beast, Long Fei walked out of the forest, and now he didn't even know where he was, so the main purpose at the moment was to find a place where immortal cultivators gathered.

After identifying the direction, Long Fei flew towards the north, spreading his perception along the way, feeling the traces of the cultivators

The scenery within a radius of one mile floated in his mind, bright and clear, and this was all brought by the spiritual lake. The total amount of his spiritual power may have already reached the early stage of foundation building.

In this way, Long Fei kept flying forward, and after flying for more than half an hour, he finally found an official road, put away the Qinghong Sword Dragon Fei, changed his appearance, and suppressed his cultivation at the eighth layer of Qi training.

The noon sun shines warmly on the earth, sending his warmth to every place, Long Fei enjoys this warm sun, his spirit is happy, and the test of almost two years makes him afraid to think about it.

At that time, I didn't feel much torture, but the more I think about it now, the more I feel that it is cruel and painful.

Walking all the way forward, a figure finally appeared in the perception, five carts filled with large boxes, followed by a carriage, and a group of escorted soldiers around the cart, seeing that this posture should be a caravan.

Although they all seemed to be indifferent, Long Fei's perception still found that they all scattered their spiritual power around the carriage.

As long as there is any disturbance, they will immediately be vigilant. The leader was a young man, but there were also twenty-six or seven, riding a tall horse, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his face was full of pride, and his cultivation was about the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation, so it was no wonder why he had this expression!

Long Fei stood quietly in the middle of the road, watching them gradually approach, and decided to ask them for news first.

When the caravan was still a hundred meters away from Long Fei, the young man at the head of the caravan waved the long whip in his hand violently, and the horse rushed forward in pain, but the horse's hooves stepped on the ground but brought up a cloud of dust.

"Neigh

"Hmph, boy, what are you doing, why are you blocking the way here?" The young man looked disdainful when he saw Long Fei's cultivation at the eighth level of Qi cultivation. After speaking, he made a gesture behind him, and the people behind him followed.

"What do you care about me! The road here is not your family's, not to mention that this road is so wide, why do you say that I am in your way! I still want to say that you are in my way!" Long Fei looked at the other party so rude, and he also wanted to be angry with him.

"You are looking for death" The young man was powerful at home, how could anyone dare to talk to him like this, he was angry and waved the whip in his hand and hit Long Fei.

"Zhou Qing, stop! Don't be rude!" At this moment, a sound and shadow voice came, and then a bamboo stick flew and hit the young man's hand, knocking the whip in his hand to the ground.

Looking along the place where the bamboo stick flew, there was an old man with white hair, sitting outside the last carriage, driving the carriage.

In fact, Long Fei had already noticed the other party, this old man's cultivation of the fifteenth layer of qi cultivation was the highest cultivation among this team.

"Zhou Qing, come back, why are you still so arrogant? Don't forget what I said to you! If you continue like this, you will stop at the foundation for the rest of your life!" the old man said sternly.

"Xiaoyou, I'm sorry, it's my nephew who is too crazy, please bear with me!" said the old man to Long Fei kindly.

"It's okay, what's more, he didn't hurt me either!" As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person with a smiling face, seeing that the other party is so polite, Long Fei can't blame anything anymore.

"Looking at the direction of Xiaoyou, I think I am preparing to go to this Tianshui City, it just so happens that we are together, if Xiaoyou doesn't dislike it, we take Xiaoyou for a ride, how about it?"

"The old man is polite, since that's the case, then I might as well be respectful?" Long Fei said without changing his face, just worried about how to ask the other party for news, but he didn't expect the other party to give such a good reason.

"Then Xiaoyou, please, under the surname Yang Minglin, if Xiaoyou doesn't dislike it, just call me Uncle Yang!" After the old man finished speaking, he led Long Fei to the last carriage.

"Uncle Yang, what's going on ahead?" a female voice came from inside the carriage, as crisp and graceful as a lark.

"Miss, it's nothing, it's just that I ran into a little friend, just by the way, we took him for a ride," Yang Lin said to the people in the car with a smile.

"By the way, Xiaoyou still doesn't know your honorable name?" Yang Lin looked back at Long Fei.

"Uncle Yang is polite, under Long Fei" Seeing that the other party was so friendly to him, Long Fei also replied with a smile.

He is very confident in his strength, and he is not afraid that Li Mingyu will come to take revenge, and there are so many names called Long Fei.

"Good name! People will soar into the sky in the future, you and I are sitting outside this car, drinking and chatting while enjoying the sun, how about it?" Yang Lin asked with a laugh.

"Little friend, try my collection, ordinary people can't drink it if they want to!" Yang Lin patted the storage bag and took out two wine gourds, and handed one of them to Long Fei.

"Good wine!" Long Fei said with a smile, taking a sip, the entrance was sweet, the throat was spicy, and then the stomach was fragrant, and then the whole body became warm.

"Uncle Yang, seeing that you are so happy, how about I play a song for you to cheer you up?"

"Good, good... Little friend, you have ears!" Yang Lin said with a smile.

In front of the carriage, Zhou Qing's face was full of jealousy, listening to the sound of the flute in the carriage behind, he was first intoxicated and then unwilling.

"What kind of thing is this kid! He even deserves to listen to Fangfang's flute, if it weren't for Yang Lin's old thing blocking it, I would have whipped him to death a long time ago," Zhou Qing roared indignantly in his heart.

Their team is all from Tianshui City, Yang Fang is the baby daughter of the Pavilion Master, her early twenties is the age of flowers, and Yang Lin is Yang Fang's uncle, who has watched her grow up since she was a child.

As for Zhou Qing is the son of the deputy pavilion master, he has always been devoted to Lin Fang, but it is a pity that the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless! Lin Fang is not interested in him at all, which makes him angry but also helpless,

In the end, he could only transfer this resentment to Long Fei's body, who called Long Fei's cultivation so low, but he could get the treatment he dreamed of.

In their eyes, Long Fei had already regarded him as a dead man, and he would definitely not mind killing the other party if he had the chance.

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