The terrifying destructive power even shocked Po Qinglan himself`````````
"Did you do all this by yourself? You actually succeeded?"
Po Qinglan was a little dazed.
Ye Feng pondered for a while. He thought about it carefully and found that although he could perform the Taoist techniques used to break Qinglan, there was still a gap between its power and that of a true Heavenly Daoist.
Ye Feng believed that even if Po Qinglan gave him the Purple Talisman, he would be able to use it now, but the power would be different. After all, he had never practiced Taoism, and all he had was the terrifying ability to comprehend.
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I remember that the old man once said to himself that his ability to perceive is rare even in the whole universe, and he is simply a freak.`````````
"But is it appropriate for me to be a freak? Can you please call me a genius?"
Ye Feng thought extremely narcissistically.
"Brother Ye, I succeeded! I really succeeded!!"
Po Qinglan shouted excitedly.
"Virtue! Are you so happy with just such a small achievement?" Ye Feng curled his lips.
"Hey hey ````````"
Po Qinglan smiled dryly and scratched his head: "I'm not too happy!"
"I told you, you can do it! In fact, Qinglan, you are not low in talent, the only thing you lack is confidence, do you understand?" Ye Feng said very seriously.
"Hey, Brother Ye, actually there has been a knot in my mind that has been bothering me for a long time."
Po Qinglan sighed.
"Tell me about it!" Seeing that Qinglan seems to be cheering up, Ye Feng doesn't mind being his first teacher.
When I was young, I used to practice with many people, but every time I came out, they always said: "I'm too tired, I don't want to learn anymore, I'm not the material at all, and I can't even practice! What kind of magic are you learning?"
!I hear them say this every day, and I don’t believe in myself anymore. I feel like I’m not that good either.
Po Qinglan seemed to have remembered a lot of things, and his whole body was immersed in memories.`````````
"Crack!"
Ye Feng didn't know where he came from and took out a hammer and hit Po Qinglan hard in front of him.
"Look at it and you will understand!" Ye Feng said lightly.
"Brother Ye, do you want to tell me that the meaning of practice is like this hammer? It seems ordinary, but as long as you persist, it can be extremely strong?" Po Qinglan nodded thoughtfully.
Nod your head.
"Wrong!" Ye Feng shouted loudly: "I mean, if you don't want to learn from others, do you care about your hammer?"
"Ah?" Po Qinglan was stunned.
"Let me ask you, what about those people who say they don't want to learn?" Ye Feng asked.
"This ```````` has been a little accomplished ``````````"
Po Qinglan scratched his head in embarrassment.
"So you are stupid!" Ye Feng said with a look of resentment: "Xueba, Xueba, do you know why people are called Xueba? Xueba is the kind of person who gets tested every time, or whatever the test is.
, do you understand the kind of person who always says no when you ask him about his grades?"
Po Qinglan shook his head, looking confused.
"Stigulus! Stigma!"
"Actually, I'm also very curious. Why do those top academics who always come out after taking exams, when asked about their scores, always say they're done, they failed the exam this time, and then they're ranked number one again?"
Ye Feng touched his chin habitually.
"Brother Ye, what is the exam?"
Po Qinglan asked cautiously.
"This exam, the so-called test, actually has the same principle. Don't listen to those people who always complain that studying Taoism is tiring and then give up. They are just talking. Do you really take it seriously? You
What a bastard!"
Ye Feng shook his head.
The difference between a top student and a bad student is instantly apparent!
Obviously, Po Qinglan is the kind of person who wants to learn dick.
"So that's it! I've been deceived about my feelings for a hundred years?" Po Qinglan's tendency to beat her chest and shout ``````````
"A hundred years? Qinglan, you're already a hundred years old?"
Ye Feng opened his mouth so wide that he could hold out five fingers.
"Of course not, I'm over four hundred years old!" Po Qinglan corrected with a serious look on his face.
"Bang!"
Ye Feng's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.
"Oh my God! I feel like I am brothers with a group of old monsters who have lived for more than a hundred years!"
"No! I'm still young!"
Ye Feng shouted in his heart.
A few days later, the five people came to a deserted village.
As for why this place is called a deserted village, it’s mainly because it’s so gloomy and there’s not a single living person in sight.
"I `````````` let's go somewhere else ``````````"
Po Qinglan swallowed hard and said tremblingly.
As the saying goes, nature is easy to change but hard to change. I am afraid that Qinglan’s timid character will not change for a while.
Ye Feng rubbed his head speechlessly: "What are you afraid of? Is there still a ghost?"
"Yes, there is really a ghost!"
A yellow talisman on Po Qinglan's waist flashed faintly from time to time, and Po Qinglan's whole face turned pale with fear.
"I said you are a Taoist priest and you are afraid of ghosts?" Ye Feng rolled his eyes.
"Shame! We are all gods, what are we afraid of?" Zhou Tianli also looked at Po Qinglan with disdain.
"Okay, let's go quickly. Let's go see if there is anyone else in this village first." Murong Xiner said.
The five people walked into the deserted village.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. A faint white mist floated in the air. An old white lantern hung on the eaves. When blown by the wind, it made a terrible creaking sound.
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"Brother Ye````````Brother Ye````````"
"Would you all like some yellow charms?"
Po Qinglan's weak voice came from behind.
Several people turned their heads and were so frightened that they almost jumped up ````````
Behind him, he saw a strange man with yellow symbols all over his body grinning at the group of them ````````
"Fuck! Who are you! The mummy is back!" Ye Feng shouted.
"I, I am Qinglan!"
Po Qinglan took off the yellow talisman on his face, barely revealing one eye, and kept blinking ````````
"What the hell do you want to do by doing this? Pretend to be an Arab?"
Ye Feng asked angrily.
"No, no! I feel more secure this way!"
Po Qinglan said innocently.
"Okay, let's go, you can just stick it yourself, we don't need it!"
Several people saw that Qinglan didn't seem to be as scared as before and yelled, so they simply ignored him.
If this kid can calm down, he will become an Arab or a mummy!
"Brother Ye, I feel like something is really wrong with this place."
Zhou Tianli looked around, and the white fog seemed to be getting thicker, as if it had covered the way they came, and their sight range was limited to only a few hundred meters.
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"What are you afraid of? If there are any demons and ghosts, we will deal with them! We won't endanger the world here. After all, I am also the appointed general to destroy demons!"
Ye Feng said coaxingly.
Murong Xiner was stunned for a moment, and then she was delighted: "Wow, Brother Feng, I didn't expect you to be a general!"
"That's right!" Ye Feng shook his head coolly, and when he turned around, he saw Qinglan looking at him in surprise, but this look seemed a little wrong.
"Hey! What's that look in your eyes?"
Seeing the look on Qinglan's face, which showed that someone like you could be a general, Ye Feng became unhappy.
"Uh ````````"
"No, no, I really didn't realize that Brother Feng, you are still a general and your temperament is completely inconsistent with your temperament!" Po Qinglan shook his head, and the yellow talisman also fluttered in the wind.
"Really? Then you can tell me what kind of temperament I have and what are the differences?" Ye Feng asked in return.
"You have the same temperament as me!" Po Qinglan looked Ye Feng up and down: "Shameless sulfur-adding gangster!"
"Bah!"
"Fuck you, big hammer! Can I be like you?"
Ye Feng was so angry that he almost threw Po Qinglan out.
King Kong and the others also burst into laughter.
No one seemed to notice at all that the danger was approaching them bit by bit.`````````
This place is inaccessible, and few people even know it, but it has a great origin, or we can also call it - a ghost village````````
The ghost village is a legacy left over hundreds of years ago. Perhaps only those who have lived a hundred years but are still in the world will know about this place.
There is no other reason than that no matter how strong you are, if you enter the ghost village, you will definitely die!
"call--"
A strange wind blew `````````
Several people couldn't help but feel a little chilly.
Logically speaking, at their level of cultivation, they would no longer be able to feel hot or cold, but at this moment, they actually felt a chill...
It seems to come from the whole body, and it seems to come from the soul ````````
