Until the sky rose and light came, Xu Qiuhan never chased after him. Ye Xuan knew that the scattered phantom could only delay Xu Qiuhan for a moment. What could really do was the real phantom reflected by the mirror, water and moon.

Phantom and reality overlap. Once monks in the same realm fall into the range of phantoms, they cannot tell the difference between reality and illusion. The phantom space seems to have passed thousands of miles away, but in fact they are still spinning in place. Even if they wake up, it will be difficult to break the illusion in a short time.

Xu Qiuhan is at a great level. Even if the Yin God does not have all the spiritual power in his body, it is just the first time to make a comeback. When the second use is used, the opponent will be able to react immediately and use his power to break it, and delay it for a few breaths at most.

A city appeared in front of Ye Xuan and others, named Anxing City. Six hundred miles away from Yinsha Sect, not counting villages and towns along the way, this is the closest city.

At this time, the sky was not completely bright. After Ye Xuan entered the city, there were few pedestrians on the streets, and most of the people coming and going were porters. These people were yawning and carrying loads, and doing small business on the roadside.

Many shops opened early and lit up the lanterns outside the door. From a distance, most of the street was illuminated. This scene shows the prosperity of this city, which is more unique than the red lights and green wines in the past. The long street full of lanterns is also full of charm.

"Three people are tired of traveling objectively, do you need to stay in a hotel?" A group of thin young men dressed in a wave of their hands.

Ye Xuanxun looked at the sound of the man standing at the gate, with four characters on the plaque above his head, Qingfeng Inn.

The inn is quite large and in its previous life it was at the level of a hotel. Ye Xuan, Meinu and others traveled all night long, and even though they had the cultivation level and ran for 600 miles, they couldn't help but feel a little tired.

"Come to the three rooms." Ye Xuan nodded and smiled, followed the clerk into the inn.

"Two rooms." Meinu smiled.

In Qingfeng Inn, on the corridor on the third floor, Zhu Hua entered a room alone, and Ye Xuan and Mei Nu walked with him. Ye Xuan held a wooden sign with a strange look on his face.

The wooden sign is engraved with a number of 312, and there are even formation fluctuations inside. Guests only need to find the corresponding room and use the wooden sign to open the formation outside the room.

The corridor walls are painted with landscape paintings, and there are ubiquitous formation restrictions. The monk's spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate into the wall to prevent guests from being peeped at. Ye Xuan stepped on the wooden floor and walked through a corner. There was an independent compartment next to the corridor. There were all kinds of tea sets in it for guests to use.

"What is this monk looking at?" Meinu leaned into Ye Xuan's ear and said.

Ye Xuan also saw the bald monk in the compartment and walked over a few steps. He found that the monk was a little different. The robe on his body was black and there was no scar on his bald head. The monk was pressing against a wall with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Master, what are you watching? You're so excited." Ye Xuan asked casually, poured himself a cup of tea.

The monk Heisha turned around and glanced at Ye Xuan and the others, but he was a very handsome young man. His face was as sharp as a knife, his nose was high and his eyes were long. He looked at the two of them, smiled and said nothing, but gave in and signaled Ye Xuan to go and see it in person.

It turned out that there was a hole in the wall, the size of a finger. Ye Xuan's eyes were strange. He swept the monk's fingers. The hole in the wall in front of him was probably poked by this monk.

It is not difficult to penetrate the wall, but Ye Xuan can do it easily, but there are formations in the walls here, and the monk can make a gap in the formation, and he is very capable.

"Let me take a look." Ye Xuan took off the tea in one sip, and his curiosity drove him to the wall and looked inside.

Mei Nuxin realized something and was about to hold Ye Xuan and prevent him from looking in, but he was still one step too late, and Ye Xuan had already posted it on the wall.

Looking down the hole as thick as a finger, there was a bright area inside. A beautiful woman was wearing a loose dress and untied clothes, her upper body was exposed, and her chest was towering and she was particularly amazing.

Ye Xuan's eyes stopped a little on the two peaks of the beautiful woman, and then he became interested. It turned out that the monk was looking at this. The beautiful woman was indeed in good looks, but she was much worse than the hero.

Ye Xuan was about to leave, but before his head could move, there seemed to be another girl in the room on the other side of the wall. As the girl appeared, she poked her jade finger.

"Oh, my eye socket." Ye Xuan retreated, caught off guard and his eyes were poked by someone. In the severe pain of his right eye, he exuded the dialect of his previous life.

Ye Xuan turned his head and went to find the monk Heishan. There was no trace of his figure. Ye Xuan cursed in his heart. This unethical bald man ran fast and left a blame for him.

On the other side of the wall, the girl in the blue skirt shouted a sweet voice. The girl smiled but said nothing, grabbed Ye Xuan and left quickly.

After finding his room, Ye Xuan teased and meditated on the bed. After most of the day, he was unable to dissolve the redness and swelling of his right eye. This finger contained spiritual power and almost reached the peak of Qi training realm, the twelve levels of Qi training.

In the eyes of ordinary Qi training cultivators, the ninth level of Qi training is already a perfect one, and they can start to attack the out-of-body realm. Only a very small number of genius cultivators will choose to continue to accumulate cultivation in order to truly achieve the twelve levels of Qi training. This is the true peak of Qi training.

"I can only slowly refine this spiritual power." Ye Xuan was not too anxious, and he could only spend a few more days.

Ye Xuan took out a jade tube from the storage bag. It was the jade tube for this mission. Although there was no need to ensure the success of the mission, since Ye Xuan had come out, he didn't mind completing this task by the way.

"Task difficulty, top-level Xuan-level, mission target, Seven Spirit Taoist."

"The Taoist name is Seven Spirits, the twelve levels of Qi Training, comes from the Corpse Refining Sect. Later, he stole the immortal corpses in the sect and sentenced to escape. He is famous for his seven spiritual corpses."

Ye Xuan read the contents in the jade tube in detail. There were very few descriptions of the immortal corpse, but it was just that it was a female corpse. This person defected for a female corpse, and said that he was a corpse of corpse. It was correct that he was a corpse.

The Corpse Refining Sect issued a wanted order to arrest traitors of the sect and spread them to various sects. This is why the Yinsha Sect's sect mission is created. Once he completes his sect, his sect can also get benefits.

"Master, are we really going to find the Seven Spirit Taoist? I heard that this person is in trouble with his female corpses." The man lies on the bed, teasing Ye Xuan with his big white legs, and whispering softly.

Ye Xuan put away the jade tube, hugged the Meinu in his arms, played with it casually, and said with a faint smile: "Anyway, I'm here to avoid the limelight, by the way, if you can't beat it, run away."

The charming Nu's eyes were as charming as silk, and Ye Xuan turned his eyes charmingly. Ye Xuan's playing tricks at this moment, sometimes he was nostalgic for the plump part, sometimes he pinched her face, sometimes he touched her head, as if his master was teasing her pet.

It was already dusk outside the window, and Ye Xuan couldn't refine the spiritual power in his right socket, so he simply put it aside, patted Meinu's buttocks and led his pet to leave Qingfeng Inn.

Although it was late, the streets of Anxingcheng were still bustling with people coming and going, and the hawking of street vendors was heard.

On the crowded street, a mummy boy with a swollen right eye was leading a charming beauty. The two of them stood together, giving people a strong sense of visual impact. Many passers-by looked at him sideways, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"There is fun to watch in front of you." Ye Xuan couldn't help but grin.

Not far ahead, a crowd was surrounded by people, and cheers were heard from time to time. It seemed that someone was fighting inside. Ordinary passers-by dared not approach. Those who surrounded him were monks or warriors. Not only did these people not persuade him to fight, but they also applauded.

Ye Xuan was heartless and approached and enjoyed the fun with the crowd. He squeezed forward to see how the battle was.

"Beat him, beat this little white face to death, who looks as white as a girl, and I'll be angry when I see it." The big man who applauded and applauded, his whole face was dark, as if he had been smeared by ink.

Ye Xuan laughed in silence and squeezed forward again. The people fighting in the middle immediately saw it. However, Ye Xuan couldn't laugh immediately.

"Brother Duanmu."

Ye Xuan was furious. He was watching the fun. He didn't expect that the party who was beaten was his acquaintance, Duanmu Chu.
Chapter completed!