The southern area eight thousand miles away from the mortal city.
Su Ling held a sword in one hand and surrounded a giant python with a single horn on its head with three powerful practitioners.
This battle is earth-shattering!
The two sides fought from the plains to the mountains, from the mountains to the sea, and from the sea to the sky.
This battle lasted for half a month.
Many practitioners went to participate in or watch the battle, and spread the word about the battle process to the entire world.
finally!
Four cultivators from Su Ling, a famous town, successfully killed the evil monstrous one-horned python, cut off its horn, and auctioned it in public. They gained countless profits and became even more famous.
Mortal City.
The news that Su Ling had killed the great demon one-horned python spread back to the city, and Ye Feng's neighbors were all talking about it.
"The strength is good."
Ye Feng praised.
In this world, those who can be called great demons are already as powerful as those in the spiritual sea realm in the real world.
Su Ling has reached this level of cultivation at just a few decades old. She is indeed a rare and proud woman.
However, compared with Dahuang, she is still a little behind.
After all, Rhubarb is similar to the Demon King!
This day.
Ye Feng is painting.
The walls in the yard are already covered with paintings, some are landscape paintings, and some are figures, animals, insects, and fish.
However, none of their eyes were painted.
"Master Ye, why don't you draw eyes?"
The big yellow dog was lying on the stone steps basking in the sun. When he saw Ye Feng's paintings, he couldn't help but ask.
"If you draw eyes, they will come alive."
Ye Feng said.
For him now, anything he does is practice, and it will also consume the power of reality.
Even the paintings he drew casually contained great power, enough to cause a bloody storm in this world.
"Can you come back to life? Is it so miraculous?"
The big yellow dog stared with wide eyes, expressing disbelief.
"You don't believe it?" Ye Feng smiled.
"A little doubtful." Dahuang nodded.
Ye Feng said nothing, picked up the brush, drew a lifelike image of an old monk holding a broom on a piece of rice paper, and lightly tapped two eyes with the brush.
next moment.
The old monk walked out of the painting, took a broom, and swept the leaves in Ye Feng's courtyard.
"Old monk, are you strong?"
Looking at the person walking out of the painting, the big yellow dog walked up and looked left and right at him. He didn't feel the strong aura, so he stretched out his paw to explore.
Snapped!
The old monk swung his broom and swatted the big yellow dog away. He didn't know where in the mountain it fell.
After a long time.
The big yellow dog was wet all over. He opened the courtyard door and walked in. He shook off the water drops on his body and stared wide-eyed.
"Master Ye, you are so strong!"
Dahuang walked up to Ye Feng in a hurry, lying on the edge of the table with his two paws, "So, can you draw me a docile bitch... Oh no, I want a hundred!"
"Die!" Ye Feng kicked it away.
The atmosphere in the courtyard is still very happy.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng has been in this world for fifty-eight years. He draws and writes every day and sells his calligraphy and paintings, earning a lot of money.
Although Ye Feng's characters and animals have no eyes, they are still lifelike and he is respected as a master of calligraphy and painting.
His calligraphy and paintings are priceless!
In this way, Ye Feng became a calligraphy and painting master in a famous town, and people would visit him from time to time.
This day.
Su Ling is here again.
She changed to a sword, which was a spiritual treasure made from the horn of a one-horned python. It was so powerful that it could nearly double her strength.
"I'm here to buy a painting."
As soon as he entered the door, Su Ling put down a bag of spiritual stones on the table and made a dull sound, which was obviously very heavy.
"Oh, they are all spiritual stones!"
The big yellow dog lay on the table, opened the bag with its paws, and picked up a sparkling spiritual stone. His eyes flashed with excitement, and he couldn't help but utter human words.
next moment.
Ye Feng picked up a bamboo stick and was about to hit the dog's head.
"Woof woof woof!"
The big yellow dog immediately lay on the ground and kept wagging its tail, pretending to be an ordinary dog.
"Puch!"
Su Ling was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, lowered his head and stroked Dahuang's dog head with his hand, "So, you are a talking dog demon!"
The aura of the big yellow dog is not strong.
Even though Su Ling was already the proud daughter of a famous town and had strong senses, she still couldn't see the depth of the big yellow dog. She just regarded it as an ordinary dog demon that had just gained intelligence, and had no idea of the real strength of the big yellow dog.
"I'm not a practitioner, so it's useless to ask for spiritual stones."
But I heard Ye Feng speak and say this.
The big yellow dog immediately stood up, pressed the spirit stone bag with its paws, and said: "Master Ye, if you don't need the spirit stone, you can use it to feed the dog! Woof!"
After saying that, it immediately circled on the ground.
After hearing this, Su Ling became even happier.
She thought this big yellow dog was really interesting. It was just an ordinary dog demon. It had just opened its spiritual intelligence, but it was so bold that it even wanted to swallow the spirit stone alive without fear of dying!
When Ye Feng saw Dahuang wanting to eat the spirit stone, he immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it, just pick a painting!"
"Thank you, fellow Taoist Ye Feng."
Su Ling immediately walked in the yard and picked up a painting called "Flying Swords", "I have chosen it."
"Good vision." Ye Feng said.
This painting was painted carefully by him.
There are a total of three thousand swords inside, and each sword has its own shape. Ordinary people can't see anything, but if a sword practitioner realizes it, they can realize the unique sword intention.
Even, he can comprehend the magical power of swordsmanship "The Art of Ten Thousand Swords".
"Of all the paintings, I like this one the best."
Su Ling looked at the scroll and couldn't put it down.
After a while, she left.
The end of Yuhua Street.
Su Ling sat alone under a big tree, looking at this painting. The more he looked at it, the deeper he got deeper and deeper, and soon he had a feeling.
"Sword Intent, rise!"
She stretched out her hand and pointed toward the sky.
Tear it apart!
Invisible sword intent soared into the sky, cutting off a branch, causing it to fall and wither quickly.
"What a powerful picture scroll!"
Su Ling put away the scroll, looked at the gate of the independent courtyard not far away, and lightly pursed her red lips, "I will come to you again, Senior Ye!"
After saying that, Su Ling left with his sword.
In the small courtyard.
Ye Feng is practicing calligraphy.
The big yellow dog held a bag filled with spiritual stones, walked to the west wing, opened the door, and suddenly light emerged from it.
If Su Ling were here, he would be shocked.
Because this house is filled with spiritual stones!
And these are just rhubarb dog food.
"You can't even finish all the dog food, and you're still greedy!" Ye Feng complained casually, making Dahuang grin.
"Master Ye, am I not from the Gu family? One day, if you want a spiritual stone, just open the door and take it as you like!"
With that said, the big yellow dog ran out to play again.
As a great hidden demon, Dahuang has a keen sense of smell and has discovered numerous spiritual stone mines. Naturally, he led his native dog dynasty to dig out the spiritual stones in the west wing.
"Woof woof woof!"
The cry of rhubarb rang out on Yuhua Street.
After a while, hundreds of local dogs rushed out from every house and followed Dahuang out of the mortal city.
"There's really nothing you can do about it!"
Ye Feng shook his head slightly.
He finished writing and sat on the wicker chair. He glanced at the empty wicker chair next to him and saw a wooden sculpture placed on it.
"Yu Jie..."
Ye Feng sighed.
He took out a carving knife and a piece of bamboo, carved some patterns on it, and then copied it with a cinnabar pen to make a talisman.
To ordinary people, this is a talisman.
For practitioners, this is also a talisman.
This is not nonsense, but truth.
The talismans produced by Ye Feng may seem ordinary, but they contain powerful power. They can protect both practitioners and ordinary people and help them avoid disasters.
Its significance is naturally extraordinary.
"Boss Ye, I'm here to buy peach charms."
At this time, a woman and her child stood outside the courtyard and knocked gently on the courtyard door.