Qinghe Immortal Clan.

After all, the other party is a "puppet beast" at the Nascent Soul level. Song Qingming really doesn't want to fight with him. Even though he knows that the other party will not be easily persuaded by him, he still has to give it a try.

After hearing Song Qingming's explanation, the big white bird in the distance really didn't change at all. It stared at Song Qingming and replied calmly:
"I just want to exchange some ideas with you, whether it's a misunderstanding or not doesn't matter, Brother Song, there's no need to be so nervous!"

Seeing that the other party's tone had softened a lot, and it seemed that he did not have any deep hatred towards him, Song Qingming felt a little more relaxed, and directly bowed to him and said:

"It's not impossible for you to spar with me, but I have important matters to attend to and I can't stay here for long. Could you please leave your name and wait for me to finish my business before coming to the appointment?"

"Haha, you want to leave! That won't work. If you leave and don't come back, I'll just be waiting for you in vain. Now that we've met today, don't think about running away so easily!
As for my name, I will tell you after the fight!" The white bird said without waiting for Song Qingming to answer. It suddenly spread its wings and released several white lightning bolts directly at his location.

Seeing that the other party attacked without saying a word, Song Qingming's face changed immediately, and he quickly activated the "Thunder Ball" above his head to turn it into a shield to block in front of him.

Then, Song Qingming took advantage of the fact that the other party could not see behind him, and a red talisman that he had prepared in his hand flew out, flew directly behind him, and quickly disappeared into the black cloud on the side.

Although this person just kept saying that he wanted to spar with others, he was secretive and refused to reveal his identity. Song Qingming was a little confused for a moment.

Unable to figure out the other party's purpose, Song Qingming was also afraid that this person would turn against him next. Just in case, he chose to send a talisman for help to "Guyang Mountain" first.

His current location was only a thousand miles away from Guyang Mountain. As long as the sect received his call for help, they would be able to get here in less than half an hour.

The white bird seemed not to notice that Song Qingming secretly sent a talisman for help. Its attention was focused on the shield in front of Song Qingming. Soon, the lightning it controlled collided directly with it.

This time was the same as before. Although the power of the lightning was astonishing and had exceeded the magical powers of ordinary Jindan cultivators, Song Qingming relied on the "Thunder Gathering Bead" above his head to directly absorb most of the lightning and forcibly took the attack head-on.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to have such a good thing as the Lightning Gathering Bead. However, it is not enough to rely on this magic weapon to block my divine thunder."

Seeing that Song Qingming once again relied on the "Thunder Gathering Bead" to block his attack, the big white bird was not too surprised. It spread its wings again and gathered a large ball of white lightning in front of it.

However, this time he did not choose to release the lightning to attack Song Qingming immediately. Instead, he cast a spell to control the lightning and squeeze it into a ball, and then turned it into a spear as thick as an arm.

"Since you like to absorb thunder magic so much, let's see if you can swallow my thunder spear as well."

The big white bird chuckled calmly, and then the lightning spear in front of it flew directly towards where Song Qingming was.

Before the lightning spear reached him, Song Qingming instantly felt a powerful pressure coming at him quickly, making him feel a chill down his back.

Facing the opponent's full-strength attack, Song Qingming suddenly felt something was wrong. He could only desperately inject his magic power into the "Thunder Pearl" hoping that this magic weapon could help him withstand the opponent's attack.

However, this time, after the shield formed by the "Thunder Bead" came into contact with the opponent's "Thunder Gun", it did not successfully absorb and swallow the lightning inside as Song Qingming expected. It only blocked the "Thunder Gun" for a moment before the opponent directly broke through the defense.

When Song Qingming saw this scene, he was shocked. He didn't expect that the lightning in the lightning gun could resist being swallowed by the "Thunder Bead" after being compressed by the other party.

Fortunately, Song Qingming knew the other party's strengths and weaknesses and did not put all his hopes on the "Thunder Gathering Pearl". He was prepared for this situation a long time ago.

Seeing that the opponent's attack was about to hit him, Song Qingming, who had already performed the "Nine Palace Meteor Escape", quickly disappeared from the spot and retreated directly to a position dozens of feet away, successfully avoiding the opponent's attack.

However, just as Song Qingming moved, the "thunder gun" that was coming towards him suddenly changed direction and went straight to where Song Qingming was standing, as if it had already set its sights on him.

Song Qingming, who was performing the escape technique, turned around and saw that the "Thunder Gun" was still chasing him. He was shocked again and could only increase his magic power and inject it into the meridians in his feet to increase his escape speed and distance himself from the "Thunder Gun".

However, being in the black cloud, Song Qingming found it difficult to tell the direction for a while. He continuously used the "Nine Palaces Meteor Escape" to shuttle through the black cloud for a long time, but he still could not get through the black cloud, as if he was trapped inside.

Seeing that he could not escape and the lightning spear behind him was approaching, Song Qingming gritted his teeth and sped up his escape again, turning around and returning to the cloud.

The big white bird saw Song Qingming running back again, but it did not show any surprise. It just looked at him quietly, wanting to know how Song Qingming could get rid of the "thunder gun" following closely behind him.

Song Qingming, who had just escaped, looked at the big white bird in front of him calmly. Suddenly, a trace of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then a layer of red light immediately appeared on his body.

The magic spell that Song Qingming performed was the one he found from the old man who plotted against them in "Yunwu Mountain" more than ten years ago. It was called "Red Blood Escape."

After using it, one can use a portion of one's own essence and blood to double one's escape speed in a short period of time.

However, after using this secret method, it cannot be used again for a period of time, otherwise the body's essence and blood will be consumed too much at once, which will damage the cultivator's vitality.

“Red Blood Escape, you actually know this secret technique. But just hiding is not enough. No matter how fast you escape, you will eventually be caught up!”

Seeing the red blood light on Song Qingming's body, the big white bird immediately recognized the origin of the magical power he used, and there was a bit more interest in its tone.

No matter how fast the opponent is, he will eventually run out of energy, but his "Thunder Gun" will not slow down, and he will be able to catch up with Song Qingming in no time.

"Since I can't avoid it, I can only trouble you to help me deal with it!"

After Song Qingming used the "Red Blood Escape", he did not choose to escape into the black cloud again, but flew directly towards the big white bird.

Seeing that Song Qingming suddenly looked like he was going to fight to the death and ran towards him regardless of the "thunder gun" behind him, the big white bird finally moved, and hurriedly used its escape speed to leave the spot and dodged to the side.

However, as soon as he moved, Song Qingming immediately followed and caught up with him. Moreover, with the blessing of "Red Blood Escape", his speed was not slower than that of the white bird in front of him, and was even slightly faster.

Even the "Thunder Bead" couldn't be blocked. If Song Qingming chose to take the opponent's "Thunder Gun" head-on, the consequences would definitely not be good, and he might even get injured.

Since this "thunder gun" is secretly controlled by the opponent, as long as he follows closely, he will definitely not risk getting hurt by continuing to attack. This is also the strategy that Song Qingming just came up with to deal with the enemy.

"Humph! You kid, you are really a difficult guy."

Seeing that Song Qingming seemed to be targeting him, the big white bird that escaped into the air cast a spell again, releasing a ball of lightning to form a white shield beside himself, trying to use it to separate himself from Song Qingming.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Qingming suddenly released the "Thunder Bead" on his body, which directly swallowed most of the lightning shield he had just released, and appeared beside him again.

"But if you want to fight me to death, you are still a little short of it!"

Seeing Song Qingming sticking close to it, the big white bird snorted coldly, opened its mouth and spit out another ball of lightning, then turned it into a giant axe and chopped hard at Song Qingming behind it, forcing him back.

When Song Qingming wanted to cast a spell again to catch up, the big white bird suddenly released a white scroll magic weapon, wrapping both himself and Song Qingming in it.

Then, the big white bird flew directly into the scroll in front of Song Qingming, and soon both the bird and the scroll disappeared.

Seeing this sudden scene, a trace of helplessness suddenly appeared on Song Qingming's face. Then he waved his hand decisively and threw out five formation flags, casting a spell to form a golden shield in mid-air to protect it.

As soon as he completed these actions, the "thunder gun" behind him immediately followed and directly hit the golden shield.

This time, Song Qingming did not think much about it. He quickly waved the formation flag in his hand and seriously controlled the "Tiangang Five Elements Formation" he had just set up to resist the "Thunder Gun" in front of him.

Although this "Tiangang Five Elements Formation" was only temporarily arranged by Song Qingming and its power was only 20% to 30% of the usual power, it was a third-level top-grade defensive formation after all, and it also had some restraint on thunder magic.

With no interference from anyone, Song Qingming, who was holding up the formation, expended a lot of mana and still managed to successfully block the "thunder gun" in front of him without any danger.

After successfully taking the opponent's attack, Song Qingming, who was hiding behind the shield, just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard bursts of thunder in the black clouds above his head. It seemed that the hiding white bird was preparing to attack again.

This time, looking at the lightning above which seemed to be more powerful, Song Qingming did not show any surprise on his face, but suddenly became very calm.

When a ball of lightning with even more astonishing power appeared before his eyes, Song Qingming, who was standing in the formation, couldn't help but frown, obviously a little tired of this endless lightning.

However, facing the fierce lightning coming towards him quickly, Song Qingming did not rush to activate the formation to resist it. Instead, he shouted directly to the sky with a determined look on his face.

"Senior Feng He, do you want to test my fighting ability, or do you really want to kill me?"

As Song Qingming shouted, the lightning and thunder in the sky suddenly stopped, and then after flashing for a while, it disappeared only a few dozen feet away from Song Qingming. After a while, the white bird that controlled the lightning fell from the sky and appeared in front of Song Qingming. Then, a figure in a green robe appeared out of thin air.

After taking off the green robe on his head, Feng He, with a slight smile on his face, asked Song Qingming in confusion: "How did you know it was mine?"

Seeing Feng He, whom he hadn't seen for many years, Song Qingming showed a hint of joy on his face and hurriedly stepped forward to salute him.

"Greetings, Senior Feng He. I had the honor of seeing the magic weapon you just used and I still have some impression of it. That's why I guessed that you might be testing my skills."

Hearing this, Feng He took out the scroll from his body, and smiled thoughtfully at Song Qingming, "Oh! You are sure it is me just because of this magic weapon.

Although similar magical weapons are not common in the world of immortal cultivation, I am not the only one who possesses them. It would be a bit hasty for you to conclude that it is mine just based on this thing!
How come after so many years of cultivation, your temperament is not as stable as when you were building your foundation?"

"Haha! Senior, you are right. It's just that my cultivation is still shallow. I was really forced to fight with you just now. If I don't speak up, I'm afraid I will lose my life."

Of course, Song Qingming confirmed Feng He's identity not only because of the magic scroll in his hand.

Although Feng He did not show up just now, his attack was very decisive and fierce, but there was obviously some testing in it, and he was not in a hurry to kill him.

Otherwise, if they really wanted to kill him, when Song Qingming wanted to set up a formation to deal with the "Thunder Gun" just now, any other opponent would definitely not watch him set up the spell so smoothly.

The other party's magical powers are far beyond those of ordinary Jindan cultivators. He only wants to test his own strength, and he also possesses a magical weapon similar to Fenghe.

After combining these together, Song Qingming was about 70% sure about his identity.

Moreover, although Feng He is a Nascent Soul cultivator with extraordinary talent in cultivation, his talent in acting is very average.

Although the other party's voice had obviously changed when he spoke, his tone and attitude towards Song Qingming just now did not change much from the past.

As Song Qingming had been with Feng He day and night for decades, he naturally knew Feng He's every word and action very well. It was not difficult to see this.

However, Song Qingming thought so in his heart but did not dare to say it out loud. He could only modestly say in front of Feng He that he was not capable enough and was forced to do so.

Feng He is a Nascent Soul senior after all. Although Song Qingming has a special relationship with him, he has always been careful with his words and naturally would not say words that might hurt his face.

After hearing Song Qingming's explanation, Feng He glanced at him thoughtfully, and then suddenly smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Your cultivation talent is average, but your words are really nice, no wonder even the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator can take a liking to you.

The last time I saw you, you had already broken through to the seventh level of the Golden Core. How come twenty years have passed and you still haven't broken through? Didn't you ask your friend the Demon King for help?"

Hearing Feng He mention Fire Phoenix again, Song Qingming knew that he was testing him again, so he smiled and shook his head, saying:
"Haha! You must be joking, senior. I only have a cooperative relationship with that good friend. We are not as close as you think. It is difficult for me to see her normally, let alone find someone to help me with this matter.

As for cultivation, I am indeed not very talented, and it is inevitable that I will encounter a bottleneck in my cultivation. There is no better solution for now, so I can only take it one step at a time."

Feng He heard this and sighed slightly, "Although you are practicing fast, your spiritual roots and talents are inferior to other Jindan cultivators. If you want to break through the Nascent Soul stage, you need to practice to the ninth level of Jindan as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if you delay too long in the late stage of Jindan, when you form an infant in the future, you may face the problem of insufficient lifespan like most cultivators.

I have a volume here that records some of my experiences during my cultivation in the Jindan stage. You can take some time to read it. It may be of some help to you."

After saying that, Feng He took out a scroll of bamboo slips from his body and threw it directly to Song Qingming.

"Thank you for your care, senior!" Seeing the bamboo slips given by Feng He, Song Qingming hurriedly took them with joy, then stepped forward and bowed to him.

"After all, you have helped me, so there's nothing to thank me for such a small thing." Seeing this, Feng He quickly waved his hand, turned around and looked at the several formation flags in Song Qingming's hands.

Seeing Feng He staring at the "Tian Gang Five Elements Formation" in his hand, Song Qingming hurriedly took the initiative to hand it to the other party.

"After receiving the treasure from the senior last time, I spent a lot of time and effort. Finally, my efforts paid off and I succeeded in repairing this formation."

"Hmm! Not bad. It can block the full force attack of my puppet beast. It can be seen that the power is no less than when I first got this thing. You are indeed a genius in formation. I still can't compare with you in this respect."

Hearing Feng He praising his formation skills, Song Qingming did not speak modestly anymore, but just smiled and nodded slightly.

Seeing that Feng He's eyes were fixed on the "Tian Gang Five Elements Formation" in his hand, Song Qingming thought that he came to him this time to get the formation back. Unexpectedly, Feng He threw the formation back to him after looking at it for a while.

"I will have some use for this magic circle in the future. Please keep it for now and make sure it is not damaged. I may come to you again when I need it."

"This formation was originally given to me by you. Senior, if you need it, just take it. Don't worry about me."

"Didn't I tell you that I will never take back what I give away? I'm not sure whether this formation will be useful to me. It's useless for me to carry it with me.

You are not very good at fighting with others, and this is the only formation skill you can show off. It is better to keep it with you. Maybe it can save your life at a critical moment."

Seeing that Feng He insisted on not taking it, Song Qingming said nothing more and directly put away the "Tian Gang Five Elements Formation" in his hand. Then he cast his eyes on the big white bird not far away and asked curiously:

"Senior, was this puppet beast made by you?"

Seeing that Song Qingming was very interested in his "puppet beast", Feng He slowly smiled and nodded in acknowledgement:

“You are wrong in your guess. This thing was made by me not long ago after I broke through to the Nascent Soul stage. I spent decades collecting high-level materials from everywhere.

I have been familiar with the art of puppets for many years. Before I was harmed by the traitors, I had refined quite a few high-level puppet beasts. However, compared with this one, those previous things are not worth mentioning. "

When Song Qingming heard Feng He confirm that the Nascent Soul-level "puppet beast" in front of him was made by him personally, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Although Song Qingming already knew that Feng He was proficient in puppetry when he first met him, he never expected that Feng He's puppetry skills had reached such a high level that he could even refine a fourth-level "puppet beast".

You should know that the reason why puppetry skills are so rare in the world of immortal cultivation is not only because it is difficult to find refining materials, but also because this skill, like alchemy, is much more difficult to learn than ordinary immortal cultivation skills such as making talismans and refining equipment.

In the entire Floating Cloud Mountain range, although there are many cultivators who have learned puppetry skills, they are generally low-level puppeteers.

Even a large Nascent Soul sect like the "Xiaoyao Sect" has never had a high-level puppeteer above level three, let alone a level four puppeteer who is capable of refining a Nascent Soul "puppet beast".

In Song Qingming's impression, among the dozens of countries and hundreds of sects in the entire Floating Cloud Mountain Range, no one can be compared with Feng He in this regard, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of respect for him.

Speaking of this, Song Qingming recalled the time when he met Feng He at the "Seven Stars Square" in Wu State.

It seems that his guess was right. The reason why Feng He participated in the "Star Conference" was to get the last fourth-level spiritual object at the auction that could be used to refine a puppet beast.

"You are so interested in this thing, could it be that you are attracted to my puppet beast?" Seeing Song Qingming looking at the big white bird not far away with envy, Feng He suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Song Qingming immediately smiled awkwardly and said, "Senior, you are joking. I am just a little curious, how dare I take a fancy to your things.

By the way, I have just sent a request for help to the sect, and I am afraid someone from the sect will come to check on it soon.

Senior Feng He, if you have nothing urgent to do this time, why don't you wait for me to go to the sect to explain this matter first, and then come back to entertain you."

"This should be the help talisman you mentioned!"

After Feng He responded to Song Qingming, he threw a red talisman directly at him. It was the one he had secretly released before the battle. Unexpectedly, the talisman had already fallen into Feng He's hands, which made Song Qingming break out in a cold sweat on his back.

The difference between Jindan cultivators and Yuanying cultivators is indeed too big. I didn't expect that I couldn't even ask for help in front of Feng He.

"I came to you this time not just to reminisce about the past, but to give you an opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. I wonder if you are interested?" (End of this chapter)