After three buttons and nine beatings, Ye Pengfei was lifted up by Dongfang Aotian, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't stop.

"Pengfei, do you know that you were harmed?"

"Ah?" Ye Pengfei didn't expect that the master would say this.

"Do you know that the garden is full of poisonous weeds, and the air is filled with poisonous spiritual energy. Only monks at the level of Golden Pill or above can resist this poisonous energy. If a low-level monk wants to enter, he must take the poison removal pill!"

"Master, are you saying Fan Xu wants to harm me?" Ye Pengfei said in surprise, "But, I'm not poisoned, and my health is getting better and better."

"That's because you have the thunder-type heavenly spirit root!" Dongfang Aotian said in a deep voice, "Thunder spirit is extremely domineering, let alone the thunder spirit root. How can a mere poisonous gas hurt you? Didn't you say that black sweat will flow through your body? That's the venom that is forced out by your top-grade spirit root. If you hadn't had the extremely rare thunder-type heavenly spirit root, you would have died long ago, so how could you survive until now!"

"Then my disease..." Ye Pengfei still had a little fantasy. Why did his disease be treated by Fan Lin?

However, Dongfang Aotian's answer immediately broke his fantasy.

"You are not sick at all, but your spiritual roots are too strong and your body is not strong enough, so you will feel physical weakness, which will cause other symptoms. Just live in a place with sufficient spiritual energy for a while, and let the spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly nourish the muscles and bones, and you will naturally be cured! The Danyang Taoist priest gave you most of the spiritual energy given to you by Qi Refining Cultivators. Although it also contains a lot of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, a pill is ultimately limited, so you will have a recurrence of the disease!"

Master will not lie to himself, and there is no need to lie to himself. After listening to Master’s words, Ye Pengfei couldn’t help but get angry.

"I, Ye Pengfei, have never offended them, why do they take this slap?!"

"Hehe, it's obviously because of Wu Sixuan. I've seen this girl, she is a beauty. More importantly, her father is a law enforcement elder and has great power. Then Fan Lin must be afraid that you will have sex with Wu Sixuan after joining the sect, which will ruin his good things!"

Dongfang Aotian lived in more than 100 years old, and he had never seen any dirty things before? After listening to Ye Pengfei's story, he inferred the whole story.

Ye Pengfei was only fifteen years old and had too little knowledge. After hearing the master's explanation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How could this happen? Senior Sister Wu and I have nothing to do with you."

"When there is anything, everything is too late. If I were Fan Lin, I would have to harm you! Boy, if you suffer a loss and become more wise, you can't trust people casually in the future." Dongfang Aotian taught a lesson.

"I understand." Ye Pengfei said hatefully, "If you don't get this revenge, it's not a gentleman. When I succeed in my cultivation, I will settle the score with these two guys!"

He avenged his own revenge. Although Dongfang Aotian is very powerful, in Ye Pengfei's heart, he had no idea of ​​asking his master for help.

Ye Pengfei's instinctive reaction made Dongfang Aotian very satisfied. He had also had the idea of ​​accepting disciples in the past, but when he heard the prospective disciple begging him for this and that, he was upset and wanted to kick him immediately. Therefore, Dongfang Aotian had lived for so long and had reached the fifth level of the Golden Pill, but he had not even confiscated any disciple.

Ye Pengfei's instinctive reaction was great for Dongfang Aotian's appetite. He laughed and said, "With your qualifications, you can deal with those two kids in just a few years of practice. But, since you are my disciple, I can't watch you be bullied and say nothing. This revenge will be avenged for you!"

In the Jindan stage, the Killing Qi Refining Stage, it was almost like pinching two ants to death. Ye Pengfei smacked his tongue and began to observe silently for the two brothers Fan Lin and Fan Xu. However, when he was taken by Dongfang Aotian and entered a blessed cave that was even more exaggerated than the medicinal hall, he saw an old Taoist with long hair and long beard and majestic appearance, he was confused again.

This old Taoist is actually the head of the Mangshan Sect, Qin Zhongtian!

Didn’t you say that you should take revenge? Why did you come to find the head? Ye Pengfei suppressed all the problems and bowed to Qin Zhongtian as his master’s instructions.

"How is it, my disciple is good." Dongfang Aotian grinned and laughed.

Qin Zhongtian smiled and said, "Since Brother Dongfang is interested in it, his qualifications must be good. What kind of spiritual root is this child? How much potential is it?"

"Guess?"

"It's the best potential water spirit root. Just like yours, it's the most suitable for learning to play with you."

"You guessed wrong, guess again?"

"Is it the earth spirit root?"

"Not right."

"It can't be a mutated spiritual root ice spirit root! That's really a congratulations!" Qin Zhongtian couldn't help but be moved.

Five common spiritual roots, three mutated spiritual roots, among all eight spiritual roots, the ice spiritual root is the most suitable for monks who play ghosts. A large area of ​​ice spell thrown out makes people struggling to move. Ghosts can travel freely inside and take human life. This kind of fighting method is simply a nightmare for all monks.

Dongfang Aotian laughed and said, "I guessed it's the thunder spirit root!"

"What, is it the rarest thunder spirit root?" Qin Zhongtian said in horror.

Among the eight kinds of spiritual roots, the thunder spirit root is the most domineering and rare. With Qin Zhongtian's concentration, he couldn't help but start to envy Dongfang Aotian's luck.

Dongfang Aotian felt that it was not enough. He laughed and said, "Not only is the thunder spirit root, but also the qualifications, the thunder spirit root!"

Another important news suddenly shocked the steady Qin Zhongtian.

"Awesome, awesome!" Qin Zhongtian looked at Ye Pengfei up and down in surprise, sighing and envious.

After a while, Qin Zhongtian finally calmed down his excitement and asked in confusion: "Brother Dongfang, you are a monk who plays with ghosts, how can you accept a disciple of Thunder Spirit Root? What can you teach him?"

Ghosts are pure soul bodies, and they are most afraid of thunder and lightning. Throughout history, Qin Zhongtian has never heard of monks with thunder spirit roots playing with ghosts.

Dongfang Aotian was rumored: "It is obviously teaching him to control ghosts. Lao Qin, think about it, if a monk who plays ghosts fights with someone, a flash of lightning suddenly pops up? Hehe, this is the ideal I dream of realizing. God really treats me very well!"

After hearing Dongfang Aotian's words, Qin Zhongtian was stunned. Then, a row of fine cold sweat appeared all over his body.

When fighting against monks who play ghosts, once they are at a disadvantage, they will most likely choose to drill into places where lightning is thunder and lightning. As the saying goes, fierce ghosts are afraid of thunder, which can weaken the combat effectiveness of monks who play ghosts.

However, as he ran away, he suddenly realized that the other party was not afraid of thunder, but instead rushed to the front and threw out a series of lightning. He would not be caught off guard and lose or lose?

"It's sinister!" Faced with Dongfang Aotian's strange thoughts, Qin Zhongtian had to give him a thumbs up.

Dongfang Aotian laughed and said, "Old Qin, guess again, where did I find this apprentice?"

"How can I guess?" Qin Zhongtian groaned.

He was thinking, why didn't he have such good luck? A disciple with such a terrifying qualification, let alone the Nascent Soul Stage, continue to develop in the future. It is not impossible for him to reach the legendary God Transformation Stage. If we sent a great monk in the God Transformation Stage...

Qin Zhongtian said angrily: "Old ghost, just say whatever you want, don't swear my appetite!"

Dongfang Aotian sat steadily and smiled with a stingy face: "Hehe, it was found in a poisonous weed garden in your Mangshan School."

"What?" Qin Zhongtian had just calmed down his agitation and sat down steadily. Then he was so excited that he was excited by Dongfang Aotian's words that he roared loudly, "Impossible! Thunder-type spiritual roots, how could I not know about such a monster disciple?"

As a qualified leader of a sect, Qin Zhongtian remembers the names and appearances of all disciples with spiritual root potential of over 40. Thunder Spirit Root! Heavenly Spirit Root! Why don’t he have any impression of him?

"Hehe, although he stayed in the poisonous weed garden, he was not a disciple of your Mangshan Sect. This is a long way to say."

Dongfang Aotian narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly told the whole story. As Qin Zhongtian listened, his anger continued to surge, and he didn't even know that his flesh hurt even if he had cut off more than a dozen beards.

"Damn it! Damn it! It's so damn it! I want to suck their tendons and peel them! The Fan family, what a Fan family! This is the good disciple you have cultivated! I want to destroy your whole family!"
Chapter completed!