Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Yuetong was very clever and did it one by one as Ye Feng said.

Ye Feng asked him to take the initiative to sense, and then absorb the power of beings in heaven and earth.

I was watching carefully.

Of course, the most important thing is Yuanling's observation.

As Yuetong's internal strength began to work completely, Yuan Ling nodded his head and said: "It's amazing. The chaotic spirit body deserves its reputation. It can really filter out the impurity power between heaven and earth. In this way, it's not difficult for him to practice in this environment. He may not even be affected by the evil Qi here. The speed will only be a little slower than you use the innate spirit dew. It's incredible."

"Can you practice normally? It's only a little slower than I use innate spirit dew?"

Ye Feng almost lost his big teeth.

He couldn't feel the specific situation. Hearing this, he couldn't imagine it either.

Can you filter the evil spirit in this prison?!

And listening to Yuan Ling's meaning is not just filtering.

You know, even if he doesn't have innate spiritual dew, he can only put a black on his eyes when he falls in such a place.

This little guy can?!

"Yes, it's also lucky that no one has taught him the cultivation method in the past, otherwise he would have been robbed... And if he was born in the normal world, I'm afraid he can become a saint."

Yuan Ling was filled with emotion.

"Are you exaggerating?"

Ye Feng stared and shook his head.

This little guy is less than ten years old this year.

Ten year old holy land?

You're kidding!

"Cut, it doesn't mean it's impossible that you have little knowledge! Benyuanling might as well tell you that in some powerful big world, there are some special races whose offspring are born in the holy land, and even the holy land."

Yuan Ling's words were so amazing that ye Fengru was stunned by lightning.

"Birth is the holy land? Mother's."

This sentence made him doubt his life.

Feelings of their own hard work, after all kinds of dangers, practice for so many years, it's not as good as a newborn child?

What's the meaning of cultivation?

"It's normal, but you don't have to be depressed. Everything in heaven and earth, cause and effect cycle, everything has gains and losses."

Yuan Ling saw what Ye Feng was thinking, said a faint word, and then turned off the topic and said, "don't say this first. Now you have to have a good relationship with this little guy. Maybe you will be a king in the future."

"Human king? What's that?" Ye Feng was stunned again.

"As the name suggests, the king of people, there were sages in ancient times, and there were kings in ancient times. Don't ask first, and you'll know later. Anyway, this little guy is a proper man King's blank! Take advantage of now and hug his thigh."

Yuan Ling smiled.

“……”

Ye Feng threw him a white eye.

I like to sell off every time.

It doesn't matter whether xiaoyuetong will become an adult king or not. Even if he is not an adult king, he will fall in love with him. Hold his thigh? It's not necessary

"By the way, Ye Feng, you can give him some innate spirit dew and help him wash the Scriptures and cut the marrow. Although the chaotic spirit body is extremely great, this place is very special after all. Refining the evil Qi will not be too pure. After the baptism of innate spirit dew, this little guy will be a perfect spirit body in the future."

Yuan Ling seemed to think of something and hurried up.

"Don't let him practice first. The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it will be to wash tendons and cut marrow. It's the most perfect foundation building stage when he hasn't even entered the congenital stage."

Ye Feng quickly woke up the moon child and asked, "how do you feel?"

"Big brother, I feel... It's wonderful. Well, it's also very comfortable."

The moon child blinked and couldn't seem to find the right word to answer.

He looked at Ye Feng, then suddenly became nervous and asked nervously, "I, do I have the talent of cultivation?"

"Yes! Not only yes, but also no one in the world has a good talent!" Ye Feng replied with a smile.

"Ah? Really?" the moon boy suddenly looked surprised.

"Your cultivation talent is really very good, but the environment here is very bad, which has delayed you. Xiaoyuetong, you don't need to belittle yourself in the future."

Ye Feng waved his hand and began to wash the Sutra and cut the marrow for him as instructed by Yuan Ling.

As for the little guy's lack of confidence in his words, there will be no way to eliminate it immediately for him for a while.

After all, the environment has a great impact on people. Only when he becomes stronger in the future will he regain his self-confidence slowly.

It was not difficult to wash the meridians and cut the marrow. It was over in less than an hour.

The main point is that the moon child's physique is too strong and has no cultivation, but even the congenital spirit dew can bear it.

Ye Feng had to dilute many times in the king's realm stage, but he was unusually smooth.

This makes Ye Feng even a little jealous.

I'm half holy. Now I don't dare to use a whole drop of congenital spirit dew once.

But Yuetong is better. The day after tomorrow is comparable to his king's territory.

The gap between people is so big that he wants to buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.

Fortunately, this kind of constitution, which can be said to be among hundreds of millions of martial artists, rarely appears.

After a while, after washing tendons and cutting marrow, the foundation building came to an end. The little guy became a little different. Even his skin was white, tender and pink.

Before, his whole face was dark and red because of the wind and sun and the evil spirit.

Now it's not like a real person, just like a porcelain doll.

Compared with the strange villains I met at the beginning, they are better than them.

The huge change made Ye Feng reach out and pinch his little face.

This move immediately startled the little guy. As soon as he shrunk, he wanted to retreat, but he didn't seem to move, and the whole person froze there.

"Hahaha, what are you afraid of? Look what you look like now!"

Ye Feng smiled and condensed a water mirror, reflecting the moon child's delicate pink face.

"Is this... Me?"

The little guy looked at himself in the mirror, opened his mouth and rubbed his eyes constantly.

I can't seem to believe that he is in the picture.

"Yes, it's beautiful!" Ye Feng sighed slightly.

To tell the truth, it's strange to use beauty to describe a boy, but now he just thinks that only beauty can describe one or two.

"Big brother, I..."

The little guy suddenly turned red and stuttered. He seemed to have something to say.

Yuan Ling suddenly said, "Ye Feng, he's too eye-catching now, and if you want to send him to lieyun later, you have to find a way to cover up his physique, or you'll be recognized by others. That's not necessarily a good thing."

"Yes, brother lieyun is worth trusting. Others can just... Hey, but how can I cover it up?"

Ye Feng naturally thought about this, but he was not sure. He could hide it from the well-informed strong cloud.

"If you shed blood once, such as a drop of blood essence, benyuanling can help you do it."

Yuan Ling's words changed Ye Feng's face.

Nima, more blood?