A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

Bai Li Shang was shocked when he heard those four words. The cold air in Ningxin Ice Cave was so chilly that it penetrated into the bone marrow. Only those who committed serious offenses would go there to reflect on their mistakes.

Could it be that Junior Sister really felt that she was wrong? Bai Li Shang shook his head. Junior Sister was arrogant and proud. How could she admit that she was wrong? She must want to calm down completely.

A gust of wind blew by, and the wind circle around the moon shook and began to slowly disperse.

Seeing this scene, Qingfeng said with some realization: "The most beautiful things cannot withstand the ravages of time and the oppression of external forces.

I still need to work harder, otherwise what is the difference between me and the wind circle? For a moment, he thought of the power of Hunyuanzi's palm.

The powerful people have extremely profound magic power. As long as they raise their hands, they can kill these so-called elite disciples like crushing an ant.

Although he has achieved some wishes and is with his family now, the hatred of the villagers has not been avenged. He made a vow in Fengshan Village that he must avenge them.

But the reality is that the black demon is extremely powerful. He once asked his father that this person has reached the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void, and has sacrificed and trained a demon baby. His strength is unfathomable."

Even his subordinates, the black and white demons, are all at the Jindan stage. Now, let alone killing the old thief, he can't even deal with the black and white demons.

Now he has seen clearly that he can't count on his father to avenge those villagers. At this moment, he is walking on thin ice in the sect and can't protect himself.

His father once said that he was involved in too many things and couldn't get out of it. Besides, his mother and sister were detained in Huanxi Sect, so he couldn't avenge those villagers.

In fact, he asked his father about his cultivation several times, but for some reason, his father always avoided this question and never gave him an answer.

So until now, Qingfeng didn't know what his father's strength was.

A dark cloud passed by, the bright moon was blocked, and the sky was instantly dark...

Ten days later, in Taohua Town, 5,000 miles away from Huanxi Sect, Qingfeng was leaning against the window of a restaurant and looking out. Tianlai Novel Network

The streets were very busy, and young men and women could be seen passing by from time to time.

While drinking fine wine, Qingfeng thought that he had arranged his soul refining hall subordinates a few days ago, and also asked Ma Gan and Niu Kun to manage their subordinates well.

I have to mention Niu Kun here. Since Qingfeng returned, he seemed to have become a different person. He was extremely respectful to Qingfeng and very attentive.

Qingfeng originally wanted to remove his position, but Ma Gan said a lot of good things for him and patted his chest to guarantee that Niu Kun would work hard and never complain in the future. Qingfeng kept him to give him face.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle. Some people just like to drink a small glass of wine.

At this moment, he looked up and drank a small glass of wine. At this time, a group of people appeared on the street. The leader was very beautiful. This person was none other than Lan Kexin. Qingfeng recognized her at a glance. Who else could it be but Lan Kexin?

Qingfeng was still muttering in his heart that he came here in a daze this time, and didn't want to have a pillow when he was sleepy. Isn't this a familiar person?

Qingfeng was happy for a moment, and shouted to the man: "Hey, Lan Kexin, here."

Lan Kexin heard someone calling her name, and curiously followed the sound, and saw the angular face on the top of the restaurant.

"It's him"

Lan Kexin looked at Qingfeng's happy face, and she was almost angry. It was really a narrow road for enemies. Her little flower was still in that guy's hands. I didn't know when this guy would go to her.

But I didn't expect that they would meet again in such a short time.

Lan Kexin looked at Qingfeng speechlessly, and saw that she thought for a while, then snorted coldly, and led everyone to the restaurant.

The few people walking with her on the road couldn't help asking who that person was.

Lan Kexin had to say that it was an old friend.

The three men and one woman around her were all casual cultivators who met halfway. They talked a lot, so they wanted to arrange to walk together.

The casual cultivators were easy to talk to. When they heard that it was her friend, they all wanted to make friends. After all, more friends mean more ways. It was not easy to be a casual cultivator, so they could only keep each other warm.

When everyone came upstairs, Qingfeng smiled at Lan Kexin and immediately asked the waiter to bring another table of delicious dishes.

At this time, Lan Kexin had already come close. She turned her beautiful eyes and asked Qingfeng: "Why are you here? How is my little flower?"

Qingfeng did not answer immediately but looked at the people behind her.

At this time, those people also looked at Qingfeng. They thought that this would be some kind of hermit master. They didn't want to check carefully. This guy was only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation.

For a while, everyone lost interest and didn't have too much respect. However, everyone gave Lan Kexin face and didn't show too much on their faces.

And Qingfeng looked over and found that these people were actually at the foundation-building level. He thought that these casual cultivators didn't seem to be as miserable as the rumors said. Aren't there many people who have already built their foundation?

How could he know that under normal circumstances, cultivators would of course make friends with people who have similar cultivation levels. This way, not only would everyone feel at ease, but they could also exchange their cultivation experiences.

If the difference in cultivation levels was too great, not to mention having a common language, it was possible that someone might plot against you.

After all, the group of independent cultivators in this cultivation world is a place where the strong prey on the weak. There are too few resources, and there are only so many. There will always be some people who will have some crooked thoughts, so when walking in the world, you still have to be careful.

Unlike the disciples of those big sects, they have more or less sufficient cultivation resources, and there are people to guide their cultivation, participate in various spiritual trials, and live in the best cultivation caves.

So as cultivators, the journey of independent cultivators is much more difficult than that of sect people.

"Lan Kexin, this is the first time I have met these people. Are they all your friends?"

Lan Kexin nodded, which was considered an answer, but the girl hated Qingfeng in her heart and did not introduce him to the people around her.

This surprised the other people, and they all thought about Qingfeng.

Qingfeng was speechless, and it was not easy to say much at this moment. He just gritted his teeth and greeted those people and asked everyone to sit down.

It was difficult for the few people to refuse, so they all sat down one by one, but they naturally looked down on Qingfeng again.

"Hey, I'm asking you a question, where's my little flower?"

Lan Kexin's tone was clearly filled with impatience.

Qingfeng felt a little regretful at this moment, he shouldn't have asked her to come up.