Several girls were sitting on the bow of the boat together. Although the speed was very fast, as the shield of the protective circle was opened, they were not affected at all inside.
"Yes, this speed is indeed very fast!"
Ye Bufan is also extremely satisfied with the speed of his flying spiritual weapon. According to his observations, although it cannot keep up with the speed of the eighth-level monster Qingjiao, it is definitely not inferior to the strong ones in the integration stage.
This is still his current cultivation level, which is only at the Nascent Soul stage. As his cultivation level increases, the speed of the spiritual weapon can be further improved.
If he were to be chased by Shi Wance again now, he would definitely be able to save his life with this flying spiritual weapon, and he wouldn't be as embarrassed as before.
Hu Yaoyao said: "Brother, where did this flying spiritual weapon come from? Why haven't I seen you use it before?"
"Oh! I just made this."
These are all people who are absolutely trustworthy, and Ye Bufan did not hide anything.
"Really? Little brother, you are so powerful, you can even refine a flying spiritual weapon!"
Hu Yaoyao's charming big eyes were full of admiration. She stepped forward and hugged Ye Bufan's neck, and kissed him directly on the cheek.
Seeing her doing this, Lu Xueman next to him couldn't help but snorted, and also came over to kiss Ye Bufan's other cheek.
Nalan Yujia was not polite at all and came over and gave her a sweet kiss.
Standing behind them was Li Qingzhu, and the three of them went over to kiss one after another, giving people the illusion that it was her turn next.
Ye Bufan deliberately teased this stubborn little girl and looked at her teasing smile, "Where are you going to kiss?"
"Shameless little thief, it's rare for a ghost to kiss you!"
After Li Qingzhu finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. He looked at Lu Xueman and the other two people sheepishly, "Three sisters, I didn't mention you."
Chu Lingxi felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so she stepped forward and said, "Brother Ye, does your flying spiritual weapon have a name? What is it called?"
Ye Bufan scratched his head. He had just successfully refined it and indeed he hadn't given it a name yet.
Hu Yaoyao was the first to say: "It flies so fast, why don't we call it a little demon."
This girl obviously meant something and named her after her own name.
Lu Xueman has always been humble and generous to others, but for some reason, when he bumped into her, he immediately felt like a different person. Not to be outdone, he said, "What do you call me Xiaoyao? It doesn't sound good at all. Let's call her Xiaoxue."
"When Xiaoxuetu dies, he will be called Xiaoyao!"
"The one you call ugly is called Xiaoxue!"
Seeing the two women once again staged Mars hitting the Earth, Ye Bufan quickly said: "That... I have already thought about it, and the name will be Jiutian."
Nalan Yujia said: "Dare to go up to the nine heavens to embrace the moon. This is a good name. It is both domineering and consistent with the speed of flying spiritual weapons."
When they heard that names had been given, the two women, Lu Xueman and Hu Yaoyao, glared at each other and stopped talking.
Ye Bufan then controlled Jiutian and took everyone for a ride around Tianfeng City.
The speed of the flying spiritual weapon is so fast that it would be an exaggeration to call it a thousand miles in an instant, but a hundred miles can be reached in an instant.
After flying for two or three hours, Ye Bufan felt that the experience was almost over. He was about to go back when suddenly three figures appeared not far ahead.
From the back, two of the three men were wearing robes, one was wearing a gray Taoist robe, two were in the Fusion stage, and one was in the Void Refining Realm.
Others also noticed the three people in front of them. Hu Yaoyao said: "Those two people look familiar."
As a strong person in the integration stage, Nalan Yujia's six senses are far superior to others, and he immediately saw who it was, "It's those two idiots Feng Tianxiang and Feng Xingkong!"
As he spoke, Jiutian got closer to the people in front of him, and everyone else saw that the two men on the left were the uncles and nephews of the Feng family, and the other old Taoist had never been seen by anyone.
After confirming the opponent's identity, Ye Bufan knew that the six senses of the strong people in the integration stage were sharp. Although Jiutian had a concealment formation, they could not get too close.
So I lowered my speed and always maintained this distance from the front.
He looked around and saw that this place was about a hundred miles away from Tianfeng City. It was surrounded by barren mountains and wild ridges. He didn't know what these three people were doing here.
Lu Xueman also realized this and asked doubtfully: "What are these three guys doing here in the middle of the night?"
Chu Lingxi said: "I don't know what I'm doing, but it's definitely not something good."
Hu Yaoyao said: "Why do you think so much? We can just follow you secretly."
Nalan Yujia snorted coldly: "Why go to all the trouble? Just go over and stop them. If you want to ask anything, just ask them. If you don't say anything, just hit them and tell them."
Ye Bufan was speechless for a while, this woman was always so violent.
"Okay, let's follow him and have a look first, and then we'll talk after we understand the situation."
He also vaguely felt that the behavior of these three people was a bit unusual, and wanted to find out what these people wanted to do, so he controlled Jiutian to follow them quietly.
The three people flew very fast, and after about half an hour, they landed in a small valley.
Feng Xingkong looked back warily. The surrounding area was pitch black and he didn't notice anything strange.
Seeing him like this, the old Taoist next to him said disapprovingly: "Brother Feng, you are being too careful.
With our level of cultivation, few in Tianfeng City can keep up with us, and no one knows we are coming here."
"It's better to be careful."
After Feng Xingkong finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped it on a boulder nearby. With a loud bang, a huge cave appeared in front of him. It was a hidden formation.
The three of them walked in together. The cave was not too big, with about forty or fifty square meters inside.
There is a man trapped on the stone wall at the bottom of the cave. An iron chain as thick as a thumb passes through the man's shoulder blades on both sides, and is then embedded deeply into the stone wall.
Not to mention, there is a shining formation disk suspended on the top of the cave. As the formation moves, an invisible force suppresses the cultivation of the people below, unable to mobilize even half of their true energy.
The man under the formation had gray hair, dirty hair and a long beard that had not been repaired for an unknown period of time, covering half of his face, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.
The clothes on his body were in tatters, and he was as skinny as firewood. He was leaning against the mountain wall without any movement, just like a mummy without life.
The old Taoist looked at this man and said doubtfully: "Brother Feng, are you sure this is the old ghost?"
"Can this be wrong? It's absolutely true!"
After Feng Xingkong finished speaking, he looked at the man and smiled coldly, "Dean, please don't sleep. I'm here to see you."
Hearing the two people talking, the old man who looked like a mummy moved, then slowly raised his head and looked here.
