"What happened to Xiao Sheng? Who hurt him?"
Mo Xiaosheng, who was supported by Ji Wushuang, had a pale face, black lips, and looked unconscious.
A man wearing a yellow robe strode forward.
"The mentor is Yang Feng from Zhuxian University. The reason why Brother Mo is like this is because of him."
"Where did you go and how did you meet people from Zhuxian University?"
The man in yellow robe put his hand on Mo Xiaosheng. After finding that the latter was fine, he asked.
"Me, we went to the underground black market."
The underground black market, the underground black market of various colleges and universities are all connected, and there are no obstacles.
"What happened? Tell me the whole story clearly."
Mo Xiaosheng and Ji Wushuang are both his favorite disciples, especially Mo Xiaosheng. His spiritual root talent is rare in the world, and his "innocent heart" is extremely rare for cultivators. His understanding is also very human. He has already devoted all his life to it. He taught all his knowledge to Mo Xiaosheng.
"tutor,……"
Ji Wushuang used all kinds of embarrassment to smear Yang Feng, hoping that his mentor would take action to get rid of Yang Feng.
He has hardly encountered any setbacks along the way. Whether it is the entrance examination or the identification of spiritual talent, he is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
Now that Yang Feng was born, even Brother Mo, whom he had always admired, was no match for him.
"Yang Feng, it's interesting. Take Xiao Sheng down to have a good rest."
A black crow sprang out from the shoulder of the man in yellow robe, and then whispered twice to the crow. The crow nodded spiritually, then flapped its wings and flew away.
Speaking of Yang Fengyi's cultivation, it was already the third day when he exited the cultivation state.
Just as he was about to go out, he heard a heavy knock on the door.
"Is A Feng here?"
The man in a gray robe outside the door tried to knock on the door, but there was no sound for a long time. When he was about to leave, Yang Feng just opened the door and came out.
"Hong Teng, it's so early, what's wrong?"
"Brother, didn't you go to practice with your mentor? When did you come back?"
For Yang Feng's mentor Pan Xuan, Deng Hongteng is 'never forgotten'. There is no way, men are all visual animals.
"Well, I came back the day before yesterday. I was busy practicing and forgot to look for you."
"Afeng, I thought you wouldn't come to the training class tomorrow!"
Because tomorrow's training class was very important, Deng Hongteng was worried that Yang Feng would forget it, so he tried to knock on the door. He had no hope of being able to practice with Yang Feng.
The freshman training class is something that every freshman at Zhuxian University must go through. It can be regarded as a test.
Zhuxian University has a term every ten years, and the freshman training course lasts for one month.
The training instructor of the training course is a figure from the Immortal League. The mainstays of Zhuxian University are divided into two alliances, the first is the 'Immortal League', and the second is the 'Dan League'.
Let freshmen undergo a month-long training course. The most important thing is to select those with potential and then give them a small number of places.
Inject fresh blood into the Immortal League and the Dan League. After all, 99% of the senior leaders of Zhuxian University are members of the 'Immortal League' or 'Dan League'.
"How is that possible? You go and inform Sister Qian and the others first. I have something else to do and will contact you later."
Without waiting for Deng Hongteng to respond, Yang Feng walked away. This time he came to the teacher's apartment. Firstly, he wanted to see his mother, and secondly, he wanted to ask Pan Xuan about the Danfang. Now He has broken through the foundation building, and coupled with the physical strength of the seventh level of the mortal body, even ordinary immortal cultivators in the late period of inedia may not be his opponent.
He felt that the time was ripe to collect the medicinal materials needed to refine the longevity pill.
Boom! Boom!
Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, but decided to check on his mother's condition first. It had been nearly four or five months since he had seen his mother.
"The door is unlocked, come in."
What came across was not Yang Feng's familiar cold tone, but the person he was worried about in his dreams, his mother, Yan Xiaoli.
"Mom, is it really you?"
Yang Feng still clearly remembers his mother's distressed look and weak voice while lying on the hospital bed.
"Feng'er, is it really you? My poor Feng'er."
Hearing his mother's familiar voice, Yang Feng could no longer hold back and burst into tears. Who said a man wouldn't shed tears easily? It's because he's not yet sad.
Yang Feng rushed into the room and immediately knelt down in front of the woman wearing a white robe.
After being unable to talk to himself for a long time, Yang Feng could no longer be happy that his mother could get out of bed, walk, and live like a normal person. Nothing could make Yang Feng happier than this.
"Feng'er, you've lost weight."
Yan Xiaoli, because she started to cultivate immortality, her skin is not as rough as before. Instead, it has become more elastic and the wrinkles on her face have become fewer.
Seeing Yang Feng crying while holding her legs, Yan Xiaoli held back her sadness and helped Yang Feng up from the ground.
"Mom, after your illness is cured, we will go find dad and come back, okay? Then our family will live happily together and never be separated again, okay?"
Yang Feng was choking as he spoke. The look made Yan Xiaoli's heart break, but she knew best about her own situation. Cultivation as an immortal could only hang on her life, unless she could survive the catastrophe and break the curse. Otherwise, some immortal will take action himself.
But as a mother, she didn't want to let her son down.
"Feng'er, get up quickly. Mom promises you to come and sit down first. Mom will cook some of your favorite dishes."
Yan Xiaoli was afraid that she would cry in front of her son, which would be too embarrassing, so although tears welled up in her eyes, she still held back from crying.
She was such a strong woman and a strong mother. Even though she knew that her illness was impossible to cure, she still did not reveal it, but gave her son hope.
The situation now is the best for her. She can hang on to her life, take care of herself, and cook some delicious dishes for her son. The only shortcoming is that her husband cannot be with her.
To be honest, she now feels that she is the happiest woman in the world. She has a husband who is fighting for her illness, and a son who is making unremitting efforts to alleviate her illness.
Being able to make two men fight for themselves, how many women in the world can have such a fate.
After a while, the strong aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and then Yan Xiaoli, wearing an apron, was carrying five or six dishes, all of which looked good.
Just as the mother and son were about to use their chopsticks, there was a knock on the door, and then Pan Xuan, wearing a green robe and looking cold, stepped in with lotus steps.
"Xiaoxuan, please sit down and eat together."
Pan Xuan was stunned at first and subconsciously wanted to refuse. Then she saw the tears remaining in the corners of Yang Feng's eyes and sat down silently.
"Mom, please sit down first, and I'll get the dishes and chopsticks for the instructor."
Yang Feng took the time to get the bowls and chopsticks to wash his face, and then brought the bowl full of rice to Pan Xuan's table.
During this meal, neither Pan Xuan nor Yang Feng spoke. It was their mother Yan Xiaoli who was serving them food. The atmosphere felt strange, and even Pan Xuan, who had always been stoic, felt uncomfortable.
Before Yang Feng's mother came here, she basically didn't eat. Because after cultivating to her level, she no longer needed to eat grains. She usually drank morning dew and ate rays of sunshine.
Then I barely got used to eating with two people, but this time Yang Feng came again, and it felt like a family.
"Auntie, you and Xiao Yang Feng eat slowly, I'll go upstairs first."
Pan Xuan almost shouted out the little pervert, but fortunately she stopped it in time at the critical moment.
"Xiaoxuan, if you are tired, first..."
"Mom, I've finished eating too. I'll go upstairs to ask the teacher a few questions."
Before his mother Yan Xiaoli could finish her words, Yang Feng quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks. After the meal, his mother was smiling, as if she treated his mentor as her daughter-in-law, which made Yang Feng worried.
Pan Xuan, who went upstairs, pretended not to hear the conversation between mother and son, and went upstairs alone. This teacher's apartment didn't look like anything from the outside, but it was quite big when you walked in. It was divided into two floors. There is a hall on the first floor, There is a kitchen and two bedrooms. Yang Feng's mother usually lives on the first floor.
Yang Feng tiptoed up the stairs, then knocked on the door softly, as if he were a thief.
"Tell me, little pervert, what do you want from me?"
Pan Xuan said straight to the point, while Yang Feng stood at the door.
"Tutor, thank you for taking care of my mother."
Yang Feng is not a fool. From his mother's attitude towards Pan Xuan, he knows that his mentor may have put a lot of thought into this time.
"I said, as long as you practice well, I can help you with everything else."
"Teacher, I want to find the medicinal materials for the longevity elixir."
Pan Xuan first glanced at Yang Feng, and then took out a small 'battleship' from the Qiankun bag. Those who didn't know it thought it was a model, but they had already seen the 'enlarged version' of Yang Feng and did not show any fuss.
"Let's go, I'll take you there, and find two more medicines on the way, the vitality fruit and the drunken dragon grass."
Both Vitality Fruit and Drunk Dragon Grass are low-grade elixirs. There is no trace of these two medicinal materials in Zhuxian University. They can only try their luck in some low-level secret realms.
With Pan Xuan's status, she only needed to reach out to get these things, but she didn't want Yang Feng to get them so easily. People are like this, the easier things are, the less they know how to cherish them.
"Teacher, where are we going?"
"Cut the nonsense and keep up."
Then I saw Pan Xuan pinching the magic formula and silently reciting the incantation in his mouth. The mini battleship instantly enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally stopped when it was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.
Yang Feng jumped up and followed closely behind.
Then Yang Feng only felt the air flowing across his face, and the two left the teacher's apartment. When Yang Feng came back to his senses, what he saw in front of him was a lush scenery.
There are trees all around, the kind of towering trees that can only be hugged by several people.
After arriving at the destination, Pan Xuan shrunk the space-time battleship and put it back into the Qiankun bag.
"This is a low-level secret realm 'Black Wind Mountain'. The monsters in it are all at the second to fourth levels of mortal beasts. They just have the strength of the foundation building stage. It is a very suitable trial place for you. At the same time, there are also what you need here." Medicinal materials, grasp the time well, the time flow rate inside is 0.5 times that outside, but there is a time limit, your monks in the early stage of foundation building only have time for one stick of incense."
