Chapter 259: Mid-term Mana Resistance

Chapter 259: Mid-term Mana Resistance

The air was buzzing with sword energy, and all he could hear was the sound of air bursting. The huge sword was hanging over his head, and Ye Chunyang felt that his muscles and bones were like millstones, making crisp sounds.

However, under the suppression of this sword, he could not move at all, and his spiritual power was restrained.

He could see that the middle-aged cultivator did not use his full strength at this time, but this sword made him powerless to resist.

Ye Chunyang was shocked and angry, and his mind was turning rapidly. He knew that facing such a powerful person, he could only outsmart him, not fight him with force.

On the other side, Zhuge Yu saw his predicament and felt refreshed in his heart. He lost face because of this person's appearance during the secret exchange meeting that day, and he wanted to kill him all the time afterwards. Although he could not do it himself today, watching him die in pain could also relieve his hatred.

The middle-aged cultivator looked teasing. With his magical powers, killing a mere foundation-building cultivator was no problem. The giant sword chopped him off.

In an instant, Ye Chunyang's robes rustled, his jade crown burst, his long hair fell down, and his protective shield was pierced by the sword, as if he was doomed.

Having killed the old ghost Wuhun and the immortal Changshui, the cultivators in the mana period were not considered strong in Ye Chunyang's eyes, and he could compete with them even when facing oppression.

But today, the middle-aged cultivator was so powerful as soon as he attacked, which made him realize his arrogance. Facing such a master of cultivation, he could not resist it.

But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed. Just as the sword energy fell, sparks suddenly burst out from Ye Chunyang's body, and the sound of ding-dong was endless. After retreating several times, he was safe and sound.

The middle-aged cultivator was shocked.

Ye Chunyang was also surprised, and lowered his head to look at the golden light on his body.

This defense was the golden spirit armor left by the old man Tianmo. I didn't expect that this treasure had such a defense that it could withstand a sword from the middle stage of mana and still be safe and sound.

Ye Chunyang showed a look of joy, and he opened his mouth and spurted out the Liuwu Cold Yuan Ding to hit the sword.

This Ding was made of extraordinary materials, and it could even seal the Wuji Wild Fire. If it was something that could compete with the middle-aged cultivator, it had to be this Ding.

Seeing the cold Ding flying out, the middle-aged cultivator didn't have to think too much, and knew that this Ding was the mysterious Ding that Zhuge Yu had said sealed the Wuji Wild Fire. In ecstasy, the giant sword dispersed, and once again showed the shape of hundreds of sword qi, trying to wrap the Ding in his hand.

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang was not surprised but laughed, and he drew the spell on the cold Ding, and the Wuji Wild Fire suddenly surged out, rolling up the surrounding sword qi one by one.

"Uncle Master, be careful! This kid actually controlled the Wuji Wild Fire!"

Zhuge Yu's face changed drastically.

When he was in the Tianmo Ancient Cave, he had tasted the power of the Wuji Wild Fire, but he never thought that Ye Chunyang could use this fire for his own use. Under the spreading fire, he did not dare to get close, and hurriedly flew back on the sword.

The middle-aged cultivator's heart was beating wildly at the same time. Ye Chunyang's cultivation posed no threat to him, but he was afraid of the boundless wild fire. He immediately retracted the sword formation and wanted to re-form a giant sword to kill Ye Chunyang.

As long as he died, the boundless wild fire would naturally return to the cauldron.

The middle-aged cultivator was very wise and had made every possible effort, but he was still half a beat slower at this moment. When his sword attacked the cold cauldron, a sneer flashed across Ye Chunyang's face, and he threw the floating bead upward.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged cultivator secretly thought that it was not good. He knew that Ye Chunyang was making a feint to the east and wanted to cast a spell to escape while he was distracted to deal with the boundless wild fire. He hurriedly turned his sword to kill Ye Chunyang again.

However, time was running out. When he came to his senses, there was already lightning flashing in the sky. The pagoda formation rolled up the Liuwu Cold Yuan Ding and disappeared, and Ye Chunyang also disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged cultivator was furious.

On the other side, Zhuge Yu was dumbfounded.

He knew the cultivation level of this uncle very well. If it were him, there would be no way he could escape from his sword. Ye Chunyang escaped in the blink of an eye, which was extremely surprising.

"Damn it, I underestimated him!"

The middle-aged cultivator had a gloomy face. With his middle-stage magic power, he actually let a foundation-building cultivator escape from his sword. If it were known, he would definitely be laughed at.

"Uncle, this boy has many magic weapons and should not be underestimated. Now that he has escaped, I am afraid that uncle can only track him again with the soul-searching technique." Zhuge Yu asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged cultivator's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and said: "This kid does have some means, but with his cultivation level, how can he escape from my pursuit? It won't be long before this person will fall into my hands. I won't let him be so lucky next time."

With a cold snort, the middle-aged cultivator summoned a flying sword and broke through the air.

Zhuge Yu gritted his teeth and had to follow closely.

On the other side, although Ye Chunyang escaped with his life, he was not at ease at all. The cultivation of this middle-aged cultivator was much stronger than the magic masters he had met before. If he had not used the Liuwu Hanyuan Ding to attract the other party's attention just now, he would probably have been doomed today.

"The magic cultivator has a strong sense of consciousness. At this moment, he must have locked my whereabouts. I must not escape into Xiuxian City, otherwise I will fall into a trap."

While flying, Ye Chunyang thought secretly in his heart.

After the sword cultivator cultivates magic power, the attack power is slightly stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. Zhuge Yu, the uncle, is well versed in this and has made great achievements in pursuing secret arts. It is not easy to escape the other party's pursuit.

He looked around, trying to find a hiding place. Although he got a lot of treasures on this trip, it would be in vain if he didn't have time to digest them.

At this time, he looked down, and after his eyes flickered a few times, he had already made a plan.

After a moment of concentration, he changed his black clothes and put on a coarse linen shirt, and at the same time used the Origin Heavenly Scripture to hide his spiritual roots and cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chunyang turned into a young man from the mortal world.

Looking at his appearance, Ye Chunyang was secretly satisfied, and then his driver turned into a stream of light and quietly descended to the ground.

A group of mortals were stationed in a forest path below. After Ye Chunyang confirmed that there was nothing unusual, he hid in the kitchen tent.

With his current cultivation level, he can easily avoid the perception of these mortals. He chose this place because he was once a mortal chef, so he has some affinity with it, and the kitchen is the most inconspicuous place, so This place is hidden, and others will not notice it.

There were about a hundred people in this group of mortals, so they would not notice his unfamiliar face.

Walking into the kitchen stove, Ye Chunyang smelled the aroma of food, and some dusty memories came to mind.

Such a scene of smoke rising from the kitchen stove has never been familiar. I have rarely seen it since I became an immortal. Now I have a different mood when I pretend to be a little cook.

Ye Chunyang smiled slightly, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

But at this time, his expression suddenly condensed, and he looked up in the air. There were two astonishing spiritual consciousnesses detecting the surroundings like a heaven and earth net. They were obviously the middle-aged monk and Master Zhuge Yu's uncle and nephew, who were searching frantically. His traces.

Upon noticing this, Ye Chunyang's eyebrows drooped slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged monk was chasing after him for nothing more than the six treasures in the Ancient Demon Cave. However, with the magic of Qi gathering in the Origin Scripture, it was impossible for them to detect him as long as he did not use his spiritual power.

And how could they have thought that they would be hiding among mortals?

Sure enough, after the two spiritual consciousnesses sensed nothing abnormal, they did not stay and quickly passed this place.

Seeing the other party gradually retreating, Ye Chunyang breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to show up in the world of immortality in the near future. Even so, although the spiritual energy in the mortal world is weak, it is an excellent hiding place. Moreover, the materials for the spiritual weapon refining have been completely collected, and it is in the mortal world. The world can also start refining.

Having set his goal, Ye Chunyang stopped thinking about it. But just as he was about to approach the stove, a sharp shout suddenly came from behind him: "The time has come. Is the eldest lady's dinner ready? If anything goes wrong, be careful." Your lives are at risk!"

A stout man walked in. He had bare arms and a ferocious beast tattooed on his neck. He was wearing a black armor and had a broad knife on his waist. He looked majestic.

Seeing Ye Chunyang standing at the door, the man's cold eyes suddenly looked at him.

"What are you doing here, kid? It's delaying the young lady's meal. I'll cut off your head!"

The armored man said coldly.

Ye Chunyang was startled, and couldn't help but think of the night before he first entered the immortal world. This man was so similar to Su Hu back then, and he was so vicious that he ordered him to prepare dinner.

And it sounds like the leader of this team is also a young lady?

I don’t know which family in the nearby mortal world is the daughter of?

He secretly smiled in his heart. It was obvious that this man in armor was the manager of the group, and he was very skilled in martial arts. However, he was no longer the young boy he was back then, so he didn't care about this man's sarcastic words.

Ye Chunyang didn't hesitate, picked up the kitchen knife, set up the chopping board and got busy with several cooks.

These cooks were the old people in charge of the dishes in the team. They were a little surprised to see Ye Chunyang's face at first, but they guessed that they might be chefs recruited by the general manager on the way, and multiple people could help, so they didn't bother to ask.

And the chief steward didn't care about it at all. In his opinion, the kitchen was an insignificant place. It didn't matter if there was one more person or one less person. As long as it didn't delay the eldest lady's meal time, he was fine with everything. indifferent.

This is exactly what Ye Chunyang wants.

The armored general manager was very satisfied when he saw everyone obeying obediently. On the outside, he had a cold look and said: "If the young lady's dinner is not delivered on time within half an hour, don't blame me. Be ruthless!"

After that, he walked out gloomily.

The cooks didn't dare to say anything and had to concentrate on their work.

However, Ye Chunyang had other concerns. While preparing the meal, he deliberately chatted with several cooks and learned that the team was from a large family in Zhou Guochang County. The head of the family, Yuan Xingfang, had made great achievements in martial arts. He was the only one in the martial arts community of Zhou State. One of the top players.

However, in recent years, Yuan Xingfang suddenly suffered a serious illness for unknown reasons, and without its backbone, the Yuan family gradually declined under the oppression of several surrounding martial arts sects, and was on the verge of falling from the Zhou Kingdom.

Probably because the Yuan family had been doing good deeds for many years, when Yuan Xingfang was critically ill, an immortal suddenly came to the house one day.

It is said that this man could swallow ice and spit out mist, and he was able to understand Taoism and Taoism. He figured out the source of the disease for Yuan Xingfang, and made several batches of elixir for him. Sure enough, Yuan Xingfang improved slightly after taking it.

The Yuan family was naturally pleasantly surprised by this, thinking that the master of the family would be restored to health when the immortal came to the world. They held a large banquet for the immortal, with the intention of intimidating other sects.

However, the immortal said that although the elixir was refined for the original family master, the family master was seriously ill. If he wanted to completely eradicate the disease, he would have to go to the mountains of the North Vein to get a spiritual herb to prepare the final prescription.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Qingyi, the daughter of Yuan Xingfang, ignored everything else and called the experts at home to immediately go to Beimai. Sure enough, a few months later, she lived up to her expectations and harvested the spiritual grass.

This trip was the original Qingyi's return trip to Changjun after collecting herbs.