"Can the outside world really not be able to hold on?" Ye Feng couldn't help but think that he was so bad when he saw the fine lines on his soul.

"It seems that you have to refine this blue sky crown as soon as possible, otherwise I would really die here."

Ye Feng thought a little, and stretched his palm towards the carving knife with the word "original origin". In his opinion, the one he had the most hope to wave among the five carving knives was this one.

As soon as the thought moved, a faint golden light appeared around Ye Feng's soul

"The Origin of Gold? Hehe, it's not simple. Before Ruyi Zhenxian can actually control the Origin of Gold. It seems that the monk named Ye has indeed taken a good move." The wooden face flashed repeatedly, sometimes in front of Ye Feng, sometimes in front of Ye Feng's head

Just as Ye Feng was about to pick up the carving knife, he suddenly withdrew his palm: "No, it's not this one."

"What's wrong? Do you have no confidence in yourself? Then think more." The wooden face showed an exaggerated expression: "But there is not much time, you have to seize it."

Although Ye Feng's face was calm, he was also a little anxious.

Seeing the cracks in his soul more and more, Ye Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration; "It should be true that you can refine this blue sky crown by leaving a name on the wooden wall, but who said you must use a carving knife? This wooden face weapon spirit is determined to want me to die here. If this carving knife is really useful, why should I place it here openly?"

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Feng was so shocked that he was sweating: "Fortunately, I stopped just now, otherwise I would have died here."

Mu Fang saw Ye Feng suddenly withdrew his palm and his face returned to stiffness again: "What, I gave up? But you don't have much time left, you have to think clearly."

Ye Feng's face was calm: "Don't mislead me here. I, Ye Feng, don't need anyone to direct my work. Five carving knives are placed here to confuse me. If you really want to refine you, you can only rely on your own strength. I'm right."

Mu's face bent to an exaggerated extent: "You are right. I used the five carving knives to mislead you, but can you refine me with your little original power? There is only one chance, you can only choose a force to engrave your name on it. Once you fail, you will be killed by me."

After saying that, the five carving knives placed in front of Ye Feng gradually disappeared

Although Mu Fang was confident that this junior did not have the ability to refine himself, he still used a small trick to drive the ten thousand-year-old ship by careful. Although Ye Feng had seen through it, he was not disappointed.

"My soul has no true energy in this place now, and I can't treasure. It may be difficult to refine it." Ye Feng began to ponder, but seeing the more cracks on the soul, Ye Feng began to feel anxious again.

"Forget it, fight once, use my strongest magical powers." Ye Feng calmed down his breath for a moment.

Seeing this, Mu Fang opened her mouth and said, "Hurry up, I can't wait. Once you fail, I can go out from here, Xiaoyao Tiandi, hey, hey."

To be honest, the neurotic laughter of the wooden face made Ye Feng particularly disgusted. He even doubted why the ancestors of the Ye family left such a strange weapon spirit here at the beginning.

Extending his finger, Ye Feng's soul power gradually gathered together, and that finger condensed a faint blue light.

This light is like the origin and has the power of the soul. Although it is not very eye-catching, the energy contained in the light is enough to threaten any dragon, tiger, and golden immortal.

As this force was pulled out of the soul, Ye Feng's face looked slightly pale.

"Oh? Not bad, not bad, it's already a little bit." Mu Fang joked: "But you won't naively think that this little power is enough to refine me."

Ye Feng ignored the words of Mu Face. He slowly closed his eyes and began to recall the move in his memory that turned into Lu Chengjiang.

"Since I woke up in the Soul Training Demon Sect, my magical powers seemed to be integrated. If I could use the trick I remembered in Lu Chengjiang, it would not be difficult to refine this blue sky crown." Ye Feng seemed to have returned to the starry sky, and in a daze, Ye Feng felt that his fingertips gathered a kind of power in the dark.

"The power of fate, this boy" Mu Face's face changed drastically

One finger fell down, and the wooden wall went straight away

"So hard" Ye Feng's face changed slightly. After contacting Ye Feng, he could clearly feel the true strength of the wood

Retracted the fingers, no trace of them fell

Mu Face showed an exaggerated expression again: "Haha, you are too weak to refine me."

Ye Feng stared at a little, and suddenly his eyes lit up. His fingers retracted were stretched out again. This time he did not hesitate, but he quickly wrote something on the wooden wall.

But every stroke and every stroke left no trace on the wooden wall, but Ye Feng did not stop, but his hand was wielding faster and faster.

"Are you crazy? No trace left on it, and there are still scratches? Haha" Mu's face smiled and suddenly stopped abruptly, and then his face changed drastically: "Can you?"

At this time, Ye Feng's last stroke fell and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems you have noticed that this wooden wall was tampered with, and the illusions were presented on it. I thought I was the only one who was deceived, but I didn't expect that you, as a weapon spirit, were also deceived." Ye Feng sneered and said with a cold sneer.

"Shut up" Mu's face opened wide, looking very angry

"Crack, Crack, Crack" sounded like a broken sound. The wooden wall in front of me burst into pieces. There was another wooden wall behind the wooden wall. The "Ye Feng" on it was clearly visible, and there was no other word except that.

"When, when did I be refined by the monk named Ye?" Mu Fa looked crazy, and kept roaring and unwilling.

Ye Feng said lightly: "I guessed that, I have refined you when my ancestor engraved the first word, but I think he has not completely refined you. He should have only refined eight or nine levels. He can not only tamper with your memory, but also make you abide by the agreement, and wait for the arrival of a monk later. In fact, my ancestor has long been dead. The previous word "ye" is simply the illusion left to you."

"Actually, you are completely free from beginning to end. You can go out here long ago, but you have been scared by the fake word "ye". You always thought that my ancestors were not dead, so you never dared to go over half a step. You were plotted from beginning to end."

"No, this is impossible. Even if I was plotted, how could I carve my name on the wooden wall with your meager strength?" The wooden face was not scruple at this time, and cried wildly, and the terrifying energy was released from the wooden wall. Countless golden chains broke under this force.

But this terrifying power disappeared in front of Ye Feng, and he could not enter within three feet of Ye Feng.

Recognizing the master has been achieved. No matter how strong the weapon spirit is, it will not hurt Ye Feng in slightest

"Maybe this has something to do with my bloodline. I am a descendant of the monk named Ye. It may be that the power he left on the wooden wall helped me refine it." Ye Feng said calmly. In his heart, he had to admire the plan of the ancestor of the Ye family.

"So what if you refine me? I will never be controlled by you even if I die." The wooden face, who knew the truth, felt a naked humiliation. When the four powerful men joined forces to refine themselves, they were defeated by themselves, but now they fell into a fake immortal cultivator, which made him unacceptable.

Shame and anger broke his reason, and with a roar, the wooden face on the wooden wall shattered with a thunderous sound.

"I committed suicide? Unfortunately, if this weapon spirit helps me, my strength will increase by one major period." Is Ye Feng's heart a pity?

Then a face was born in the place where the wooden face was broken. This face was exactly the same as Ye Feng, but the only difference was that it was less vivid and more dull.

As soon as this wooden face appeared, it opened its mouth and sucked the wooden piece on the ground and then slowly closed its eyes, as if it were still moving like a sculpture.

"My strength is still too weak. I don't know how long it will take to refine the memory of the wooden-faced weapon spirit if I don't increase my cultivation level." Ye Feng estimated that if he didn't increase his cultivation level, he might not be able to refine it for 100,000 years.

The inability to absorb memory means that some of the abilities of this Qingtian Crown cannot be known and cannot be used.

"Leave all you know to me," Ye Feng said

The wooden face said dullly: "Yes, master"

As a ray of light shot into Ye Feng's soul, something suddenly became more in Ye Feng's memory

"Qiyun Technique: Those who can check the luck of the world and suppress their own luck"

"The energy of life can quickly recover the master's injuries."

Ye Feng frowned: "It seems like a pity that only two are there, but these two are enough. The remaining magical uses are waiting for the spirit of the instrument to slowly digest them."

"I don't know how long I have been here. I hope the days to organize the army have not yet passed." After refining the Qingtianguan, Ye Feng was in a good mood. He came out of here with a thought.

Ye Feng was shocked by the scene in front of him. The place where he saw was cracked, but his body had already been deeply trapped in a hundred feet deep, and countless cracks appeared in his body, as if he was about to break at any time. Chunyu Qiu wiped his tears and knelt on his side, with deep worry on his face.

"It seems that the wooden-faced weapon spirit did not lie to me. If I had a moment, this body would have been scrapped." Ye Feng's soul flashed into the body.

As Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, a severe pain surged up, and the internal organs in his body seemed to have cracked.

Ye Feng's thought moved, and a trace of life energy hangs down from the blue sky crown and pours into all parts of his body. The broken body is flying and recovering at this time, not only the body, but also the soul.

The ability of the Qi of Life is indeed amazing. In just a few breaths, Ye Feng's almost broken body has been repaired. As the immortal energy moves in his body for several rounds, his injuries are immediately healed.

Moreover, Ye Feng discovered that after this physical body was broken and repaired, the Immortal Golden Body seemed to be about to break through. Once his physical body broke through, it would be a real immortal-level physical body. At that time, even the Dragon and Tiger Golden Immortal could not kill Ye Feng.

"It seems that today is a blessing in disguise"

Just as Ye Feng was thinking, he suddenly felt that someone had hit his chest. When he looked down, he found that Chunyu Qiu was hugging him with tears of joy.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying so hard?" Ye Feng gently wiped away her tears. His eyes couldn't help but see a golden and rich air mass on the top of Chunyu Qiu's head. This golden air mass seemed to be one with Chunyu Qiu, and had their own shadows between them.

"Is this the luck?" Ye Feng felt a little different. This was the first time he saw the luck of a monk.

"It's a pity that people wearing blue sky crowns can see other people's luck, but cannot see their own luck." Ye Feng was slightly disappointed. He was still very curious about his luck.

Chunyu Qiu wiped his tears, raised his head and looked at Ye Feng's face: "Young Master, what are you looking at?"

Ye Feng came to his senses and shook his head, "I didn't see anything, I just felt a little uncomfortable when I refined the Qingtian Crown. By the way, how long have I been in seclusion?"

"Young Master has been in seclusion for twenty days," Chunyu Qiu said softly.

"Fortunately it's not too long, otherwise the military selection will be bad after missing ten days." Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young master is dirty, go and wash it," said Chunyu Qiu.

Ye Feng looked at it and found that he was covered in mud and his hair was messy, and even there was a lot of blood on his clothes: "It's true that I should have washed it. I remember there was a waterfall next to the nearby mountains."

When his body moved, Ye Feng and Chunyu Qiu flew out of the big pit and came to a pool next to the waterfall.

Water is not ordinary water, it is the spiritual spring water containing the aura of fairy spirit. If a mortal is the most comprehensive novel,
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