Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Zhou Yuan's face was sullen and he said coldly: "How could I not know? This is about the face of our Zhou family! When we were in the capital of Wu Kingdom, instead of killing Ye Ling, the ancestor fell to his death in public. The ancestor must express his anger! It will eventually fall on you and me."

Zhou Xingwu was speechless. Even against all calculations, they never expected that Ye Ling would take risks and go to the East China Sea. Finally, Zhou Xingwu suddenly raised his head and said in a deep voice: "How many clan members have accepted the recruitment order from the East China Sea?"

"Less than twenty." Old monster Zhou Yuan's eyes were gleaming with energy, and he said fiercely: "I have already told them, this time, they must not underestimate the enemy, let alone alarm the ancestor. Just keep an eye on it and report back to the Immortal Sect as soon as you get the chance. We brothers will do whatever it takes and never let go of any opportunity!"

Zhou Xingwu nodded and made up his mind that he could not disappoint his ancestor again. If he couldn't deal with even a small cultivator on the sixth floor of the foundation, he would only be ridiculed by his tribe.

While the two old monsters of the Zhou family were conspiring together, Ye Ling was making final preparations for heading to the East China Sea.

Before leaving, all the disciples who went to the East China Sea did not know where their ancestor was taking them. Even Ye Ling, the newly appointed elder of the Immortal Sect, has no way of knowing. After all, this is the decision made by the ancestors of the Immortal Sect and the various Nascent Soul monsters. The arrangements and arrangements are very confidential matters and must not be leaked to the East China Sea Monster Clan.

So Ye Ling had no choice but to tell Feng Ling and Xiao Xing'er to contact Qingwan from Huixing Pavilion in Tiandan City after he left, saying that he had gone to the East China Sea. The semicolon opened to Fangshi, a town on the coast of the East China Sea.

Later, Ye Ling went into seclusion in Guangwu Mountain, one of the three major spiritual mountains, and continued to practice the Purple Eye Technique and the high-level water concealment technique.

Early the next morning, the bells on Qingxu Peak of Tianlan Mountain echoed and resounded throughout the Immortal Sect.

Seven Jindan elders and 500 second-generation disciples of the Immortal Sect recruited by Donghai flew to Qingxu Peak from all directions.

Ye Ling straightened his clothes, rode the sixth-order demon dragon, and flew to Qingxu Peak under the watch of Feng Chime and Xiao Xing'er. The monks I met along the way, whether they were second-generation disciples of the Immortal Sect or third-generation disciples in the Qi-training period, all bowed to Ye Ling.

When Ye Lingfei arrived at the foot of Tianlan Mountain, Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xingwu, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him very enthusiastically, one holding a jade cup and the other holding a wine jar:

"Elder Ye! Come here, we and the monks who are staying at the Immortal Sect will pay you a special farewell!"

"This is Tianxiang ointment and Ganlin crystal, supplemented by the best Ganmei spirit wine brewed by Hanyue Meixue. It is very good for improving physical strength and strength. You must try it!"

A Jindan elder and several second-generation disciples of the Immortal Sect had already gathered around to drink the farewell wine. They couldn't help but smack their lips. They still wanted to drink. When they wanted to drink again, they were stopped by Elder Zhou Yuan. The strange person shied away: "Hey, this wine is rare. Elder Ye hasn't tasted it yet. That's enough for you."

Ye Ling watched coldly from the side. He couldn't see anything strange in the expression of old monster Zhou Yuan. When his eyes turned to Zhou Xingwu's dark face, he clearly noticed his brows twitching.

Ye Ling sneered, poured out the spiritual wine from the wine jar slowly, and swept it with his spiritual consciousness.

Zhou Yuan pretended to be cool and laughed: "Come on, Elder Ye must give you a compliment! Do you suspect that I have poisoned the wine?"

Ye Ling shook the jade cup expressionlessly and said calmly: "The spirit wine is non-toxic. It is indeed the best Ganmei spirit wine. Fellow Taoist Zhou Yuan spent a lot of spirit stones and thoughts on it, right?"

Zhou Yuan's heart trembled, and the smile on his face continued to grow, as if it was natural: "Elder Ye went to the East China Sea with all of his fellow disciples and nephews to fight for the Wu Kingdom's immortal world. They are respectable and admirable. It’s fair for us brothers to spend a little money.”

Ye Ling glanced at the monk who had drank the spirit wine and said with a smile: "Hey, the Tianxiang ointment used to brew the Ganmei spirit wine is mixed with 20% of the soul-flavored 'flower' juice, which has the effect of chasing souls for thousands of miles! Haha. , Fellow Taoist Zhou Yuan was afraid that fellow disciples would lose their way, so he took great pains and thought very thoughtfully!”

As soon as these words came out, even though Old Monster Zhou Yuan had been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years and had been cultivating his energy quietly, his expression could not help but change.

Elder Jindan and the second-generation disciples of the Immortal Sect who drank the farewell wine all changed their expressions and asked in surprise: "Great Elder! Is there really soul-scented flower juice in the wine? Why can't we see it? ?”

Ye Ling said calmly: "As a master of alchemy, I have seen no less than thousands of kinds of spiritual grass and flowers! I can still distinguish the aroma of Tianxiang ointment and soul fragrant flowers. Elder Zhou is willing to Making wine with the very rare and exquisite soul fragrance 'Flower', it's rare. Say goodbye!"

Everyone's expressions changed several times, and someone immediately stepped forward and grabbed old monster Zhou Yuan by the collar, and asked in a deep voice: "Old Zhou Yuan! What are you worried about? Are you a traitor sent by the demon cultivator from the East China Sea?" 'thin!"

Those second-generation disciples of the Immortal Sect, now no longer bothered with the sect rules they violated, gathered around Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xingwu and questioned them, clamoring to go to Qingxu Peak to sue them. .

Ye Ling saw Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xingwu were worried and speechless. He pursed his lips in an arc, ignored them lazily, and drove the sixth-order demon dragon straight up to Qingxu Peak.

He saw his senior brother, second senior sister, and Lu Binglan and Lu Xinmei, who had already arrived, and asked them if they had drank Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xingwu's farewell wine. The four of them shook their heads.

Wang Shiyuan snorted coldly: "How many times have these two old guys provoked Dongzhuling Mountain and drank their wine? Unless they kneel down and kowtow to us!"

As they were talking, the sea of ​​clouds in Tianlan Mountain rolled, and the ancestor of Tiandan Xianmen, Venerable Bailong, arrived, attracting all the disciples to pay homage.

As the great elder of the Xianmen, Ye Ling did not need to kneel down to worship the ancestor, but only bowed to the sky.