The big woods outside Qingliu City is a perfect place for murder and robbery. The appearance of the ancestor of Jue City brought some fun to Feng Yi and Ye Ming's boring journey. Feng Yi whispered the whole story in Long Xiao's ear, but concealed the existence of Li Tong.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Long Xiao revealed his strength at the late Spirit Queen stage. Seeing Feng Yi so confident, the ancestor of Juecheng couldn't help but feel a little surprised and doubtful, but looking at the middle-aged man next to him, who was also the Spirit Emperor, why did he dare to provoke him?

The Juecheng Patriarch suddenly got excited and asked, "May I ask where your teachers are from? I, Juecheng, am not unreasonable. How did my two disciples offend you?"

Now it was Feng Yi's turn to be surprised. As expected, those who could reach the level of ancestors in the world of cultivation were neither stupid nor foolish. They were very flexible. He had just used the ultimate method of ridicule, but he didn't act impulsively?

Long Xiao simply raised his eyes slightly to glance at him, and said casually: "Your spiritual energy is weak, and you are entangled with resentment. You are not far from death."

This made the expression of the Juecheng Patriarch change drastically. He said in a timid tone, "I wonder what this young friend means!"

"What do you mean? Of course I want your life!"

Long Xiao took a step forward and swung out his famous unique skill, Long Tian Palm. The face of the Juecheng ancestor changed drastically. He used his internal energy to resist while fleeing frantically. However, the difference in strength was too great. After only three palms, the Juecheng ancestor turned into a pool of blood mist and exploded.

Feng Yi was amazed: "Wow, Master-uncle is so amazing! I really want to learn body training!"

Long Xiao glanced at Feng Yi and obviously looked down on him. With such a small body, he would be ruined in just three days.

Ye Ming was hesitant to speak. After refining his body, he would become a body of muscles, which would not feel soft to the touch. But if Feng Yi liked it, he could only support him.

Thinking about it, Ye Ming's face wrinkled. How could Feng Yi, with his scholarly face, practice physical training? No, no, I still have to persuade him! But what if Feng Yi really likes it? Or should I find a physical training method that doesn't change my body shape?

Seeing Ye Ming's troubled face, Feng Yi reached out and pinched his face, asking, "Your face is wrinkled, what are you thinking about?"

Ye Ming glanced at Feng Yi, but still couldn't imagine what he looked like when he was practicing physical training. He could only shake his head and said, "Nothing."

Tsk, if you don’t tell me, I won’t ask!

Before Feng Yi and Ye Ming could continue their cold war for more than a minute, Ye Ming came over, took Feng Yi's hand, and whispered, "Old Ancestor Juecheng is dead, so are we going back to the sect?"

Long Xiao naturally heard it and quietly rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Does Wan'er still like this Ye Ming? Don't get too caught up in this, these two are clearly in love!"

Feng Yi thought about what Ye Ming said and it made sense. Why not just head directly to the Pure Marrow Spring? So in Qingliu City, the two said goodbye to Long Xiao and randomly found a relatively lively city on the way to the Pure Marrow Spring.

The two of them came to a city called Lingxi City through a teleportation array. There was a Lingxi River in this city that had never stopped flowing for tens of millions of years. When the children of Lingxi City turned one year old, they would be baptized in this Lingxi River. It was said that this could cleanse away filth and improve physical fitness.

Feng Yi was very interested in this Lingxi River. The two of them first went to Yunxi Tower, the most famous restaurant in the city, where Feng Yi tasted a kind of wine that amazed him, Lingxi wine. This wine was brewed with water from the Lingxi River and was indeed unique.

This made Feng Yi even more interested in this spiritual stream. He asked the waiter about it, but the waiter just said that this spiritual stream had existed for too long and had always been full of spiritual energy. No one knew its origin or why it had never withered. It was clearly just a small river.

After Feng Yi had eaten and drunk his fill, he bought a lot of Lingxi wine and stored it in his storage ring. Then he took Ye Ming to look for the source of Lingxi with great interest. They followed the Lingxi upstream, but it seemed that Lingxi had no end. The two of them walked through many villages and many forests, but could not find its source.

It is like a living thing, moving around in this world as it pleases, teasing people and nourishing them.

Finally, the two stopped at a small village and sat beside the Lingxi River that flowed through the village entrance. They asked the village aunt for a bowl of water to drink and watched the children playing in the Lingxi River. The boys and girls were chasing and fighting in the river. They didn't know how much water they drank, but smiles were on their faces, as if they were tireless.

Feng Yi was dressed in green, lying casually on a large bluestone, with his legs crossed and a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, looking like a bohemian young man. Ye Ming was dressed in black, sitting next to Feng Yi, chatting with him casually.

At this time, a little girl in patched clothes timidly appeared beside the two of them and asked in a low voice, "Big brothers, are you from outside?"

Feng Yi took a look at the little girl. She was thin and small, but her big eyes were surprisingly bright and very attractive.

Feng Yi waved at her and asked her to sit next to him, but the little girl shook her head and just stood aside stubbornly, as if she was afraid of dirtying Feng Yi's clothes.

Ye Ming saw that although the little girl's expression didn't change, he directly carried the little girl to Feng Yi's side. He felt that the little girl was too light, as light as a feather.

Feng Yi sat up and wanted to give the girl some cakes, but the cakes in his storage ring were brought from the sect and were made of spiritual plants. The little girl might not be able to bear it. Feng Yi touched the little girl's head and thought about giving her some coins later.

However, Feng Yi was surprised to find that the little girl's soul power was relatively strong. He touched her arm and explored her body. He found that the child's bones were quite good and she was a good candidate for cultivation.

Feng Yi asked: "Why don't you go play with them?"

"It's too tiring to play with them. When you're tired, you get hungry easily," said the little girl.

Feng Yi understood that her family situation was not very good from the seemingly meaningless question, so he asked, "Where are your parents?"

"My brother said they all went to heaven."

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment. Why did he always meet orphaned children wherever he went? Was he a jinx, or was the son of the plane next to him a jinx?

Feng Yi sighed quietly in his heart and asked again: "What about your brother?"

"Brother, go collect firewood." The little girl looked at Feng Yi with her big eyes, full of love and curiosity for this outsider.

Feng Yi was just about to chat with this cute little girl when he saw a half-grown boy. He saw this side, threw down the firewood on his back, and ran towards him quickly. When he got in front of him, he pulled the little girl down and said with a heavy breath: "My sister is ignorant, please don't mind it, my two nobles."

The boy's skinny body tightly protected the little girl behind him, and he was shaking with nervousness. The little girl was no longer so relaxed. Were the two big brothers noble people? Her parents were beaten to death by noble people. Were they also bad people?

The little girl's face was pale and she hid behind her brother, revealing only a pair of eyes that were distinctly black and white, but they were filled with tears.