In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

But even so, there was no panic on Ye Feng's face, and there was even a strange smile on his face.

Opening the envelope and seeing the expected contents, Ye Feng touched his beard with a disdainful expression on his face.

When Hongmeng Continent entered the fifth stage of development, all the people in Hongmeng Continent were not based on cultivation, but only in Spiritual Sense. People who didn’t have any cultivation base could do well by owning one acre of land. live on this continent.

Because outsiders all know that Spirit Power in Hongmeng Continent has been eaten up, so no one has come to snatch this place.

In fact, there is another reason. There is a legend that there is an ancient resentful beast sleeping in the depths of Hongmeng Continent. If it is awakened, the people of the Three Thousand Realms will not escape death.

If it were placed elsewhere, there would definitely be people who didn't believe in evil to test the authenticity of the rumor, but this rumor happened in Hongmeng Continent, and no one dared to come to court for death.

Ye Feng's own Cultivation Base rank has just broken through bone quenching and reached the Cultivation Base rank of the first rank of cultivating spirit, but he is not at all panic in the face of the battle posts sent by those who are at least fifth rank Cultivation Base rank. .

He even slept first before getting up and going to Wuwang Immortal Sect to discuss the matter with Sect Leader of Wuwang Immortal Sect.

Ye Feng didn't have the habit of sleeping late. Even if he slept at the third watch the day before, he woke up automatically at the fifth watch.

When they came to the Immortal gate of Wuwang Mountain, the habitat of the Wuwang Immortal sect, the disciple who was guarding the gate immediately came over with a sword and saluted Ye Feng.

"I have seen the city master."

Ye Feng waved his hand casually and said, "Tell you Sect Leader that I have something to look for. I will wait for him at the Immortal Hall first."

Leaving this sentence behind, Ye Feng stepped onto the long ladder up the mountain with his hands behind his back.

Although the Spirit Power of Hongmeng Continent is almost exhausted, after all, this place is the treasure that the creators built with the most painstaking efforts at that time, and the environment is naturally unique.

Ye Feng likes the long ladder of Wuwang Immortal Zong the most. For an old man like him who doesn't like to move Cultivation Base, he often walks this long ladder to exercise.

The disciples behind him didn't care whether Ye Feng saw or not, they bowed and saluted when they heard Ye Feng's order, and then went up the mountain from the side path.

Xie Ting was still sleeping at that time.

He was very young, only about a hundred years old. Although he took the position of Sect Leader, a large part of the reason was that he couldn't find another suitable person other than the Immortal Sect.

When Xie Ting was woken up by the knock on the door, the sun had just come out. At this time before, he would have to sleep for another three or four hours.

When he opened the door, he got up a little bit, and he scolded: "It's only what time, what are you doing?"

The disciple who came to report the report broke out with sweat on the forehead, and was shocked by Xie Ting, and the sweat flowed down directly.

Trembling, he said, "Sect Leader, the city lord visited and said that he has something to look for you, and is now waiting in the Immortal Hall."

"Is there something to look for?" Xie Ting frowned, "I only drank with Venerable until the third night last night. What does he have to look for me at this time?"

"Disciple doesn't know... but the disciple saw that the city lord's face didn't matter, and he even walked up the long ladder." The disciple thought about it again and said, "By the way, the disciple saw that the city lord had a hand on it. A letter, I don't know what it is."

Xie Ting lowered his head and cursed a few times in a low voice. The old man couldn't sleep himself and didn't let others sleep. There was nothing important to do so early.

He waved his hand to let the people on the ground go, Xie Ting went back to the house to get dressed.

He didn't even wear formal clothes, he put on a purple nightgown, and walked towards the Immortal Hall with his legs.

At this time, Hongmeng Continent was also in autumn, and the dew wet the bamboo leaves on the roadside, and the crystal clear and beautiful.

The Immortal Hall is at the highest point of Wuwang Mountain, not far from Xie Ting's residence, and it takes half an hour to walk there.

As soon as I walked to the door of the Great Hall, I met Ye Feng who had just come up.

Xie Ting saw that his tone and expression were not good and said: "Why did the city lord come so early? You can't sleep when you are too old, but I am still a young man. I can't stand it when I wake up so early."

Ye Feng seemed to be used to Xie Ting talking to him like this, and pointed at him with a smile and said, "A man over a hundred years old, how is he still a young man?"

"Che" Xie Ting was disdainful, "That's not true. My face is that of a young man, and no matter how old I am, I am still a young man."

Ye Feng didn't talk to him, he smiled helplessly and shook his head and entered the Immortal Hall.

Xie Ting's clothes are thin, and he always likes to blow some cool wind in the early morning of autumn, which hurts his forehead.

He followed Ye Feng into the Immortal Hall, Xie Ting wrapped himself up, and said, "What's the matter, City Lord, you came to me in this early morning."

Without answering immediately, Ye Feng took a sip of the hot tea the disciple had just brought, and took out the battle post from his sleeve.

He put it on the table neither too lightly nor too heavy, and knocked on the table twice to show Xie Ting to see for himself.

Xie Ting followed his hand to look at the table, and Chaos's brain instantly woke up.