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Next, Fairy Ling Ling performed several colorful Taoist spells in succession, and the people also looked intoxicated.
However, Yi Feng's expression remained unchanged. Although he didn't know those Taoist techniques at all, and although he was surprised by the beauty of the Taoist techniques, he could tell that Ling Ling was only focused on performing and not practicing.
It's just the lowest level in the world of cultivation.
Although the strength in the late stage of foundation building is countless times stronger than that of Yi Feng, Yi Feng will not cheer for people in the late stage of foundation building, not to mention that this person also used tricks to steal his treasure.
"Little brother, her performance was so wonderful, why were you the only one who stood by and said nothing?"
At some point, a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his forties wearing a dark green gown walked up to Yi Feng and asked Yi Feng with a smile on his face. Yi Feng turned around, looked at the middle-aged man, and said:
Tian's voice also sounded in Yi Feng's ears at the same time: "This guy has the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul. Don't offend him!"
There was no trace of emotion on Yi Feng's face, and he said calmly: "Such a Taoist method is just a rudimentary trick. Although this kid is not talented, he doesn't bother to applaud for it. Senior, don't you have any expression?"
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned and said strangely: "This fairy made an extraordinary move. I was shocked. It's not that I don't want to applaud."
Just pretend. Fortunately, I have Zhan Tian to see through your strength, otherwise you would have been deceived. Yi Feng despised the person in front of him in his heart, but said: "Senior, isn't it?
Are you from the Holy Capital City?"
"Oh? How did you know?" the middle-aged man asked strangely.
"The boy has grown up in the Holy Capital City since he was a child. He is familiar with most of the people in the city, but he has no impression of his senior, so he guessed that he is not from the Holy Capital City." Yi Feng first explained, and then asked, "
Where do you practice, senior?"
The middle-aged man was not surprised at all by Yi Feng's previous words, but the questions he added afterward surprised him. He had obviously completely restrained his aura, and even a late-stage Nascent Soul monk with the same strength as himself could not see through him.
How did the boy in front of me, who seemed to be only six or seven years old, know his identity as a monk?
What Yi Feng wanted was this effect. Seeing the complicated look on the middle-aged man's face, he was secretly proud: I asked you to pretend in front of me, can't you pretend anymore? I'll give you something more cruel!
"Senior should have the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, right?" Yi Feng laughed sinisterly in his heart, but his face pretended to know everything. His expression did not change much, making the middle-aged man confused.
After hearing Yi Feng's question, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shine with a gleam in his eyes. He looked Yi Feng up and down, but he was depressingly aware that Yi Feng was definitely a mortal without any cultivation, just a spirit in his body.
The power seems to be a bit abnormal. It is really surprising that a mortal actually said the three words "Nascent Soul Stage". And Yi Feng just wanted this middle-aged monk pretending to be a mortal to become interested in him, and then he could
…
"Little brother, this Taoist performance has ended, are you interested in having a few drinks with me?" the middle-aged monk said to Yi Feng.
Haha! Sure enough, I am interested in you! Your opportunity has come! Yi Feng was so happy that he couldn't help but nodded and said: "It is a blessing for this junior to be invited by my senior!"
Just like that, the middle-aged man took Yifeng to an inn and asked for a private room. The two casually ordered some wine and food and started chatting about the customs and customs in the holy capital. This made Yifeng very depressed, but he didn't want to talk too much.
ask.
After the food and drinks were ready, the middle-aged man closed the door of the box, and with a flick of his fingers, the arrangement was completed in a few breaths. He said apologetically to Yi Feng: "This formation can prevent others from prying, I hope
Don’t mind, little brother.”
After hearing this, Yi Feng quickly said: "Senior is still thinking carefully." What is supposed to come is finally about to begin.
