Mortal Cultivation: I, Li Feiyu, Cultivate Through Attributes

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Yan Mengyou, who had already retreated to the stone wall and was about to use the magic weapon to escape, felt his heart tighten for a moment. He patted the storage bag and a bronze mirror flew out to block his heart. The next moment, the bronze mirror shattered, but it was true. Blocked a fatal blow.

“Brother, if you want treasure, just stay here. I don’t want to fight with you, so let me go!”

Li Shuaipeng's face has long lost the caring and good-hearted senior brother's face before. His expression is distorted, and the greed in his eyes is beyond words.

Li Feiyu, who was hiding in the void, slowly shook his head. It was obvious that he had been possessed by the evil spirit of the Mandrill. He was afraid that he would be left alone and he would become a corpse servant at the mercy of the Mandrill in a few hours. .

But this can't be blamed on others. Although the corpse mandrill is powerful, if it were in its heyday, it would at least be a Nascent Soul cultivation level. However, it is in a sealed state at this time. Otherwise, there is no need to bother to use words to seduce Han Li. He can simply use his strength directly. Pressure.

With such a small amount of evil energy, even Yan Mengyou, who was only at the seventh level of Qi training, and Yu Wenqian, who was at the eighth level of Qi training, were not affected so much. As for Li Shuapeng, who had the highest level of cultivation among the three, he was actually confused like this. It can only be said that he was not a good person to begin with.

This evil spirit just brought out the filth and dirt in his heart.

“Good junior sister, I won’t kill you. Just stay with me for a few nights. Maybe I can borrow this treasure from you!”

Li Shuaipeng's eyes flashed with viciousness as he approached step by step. Yan Mengyou had just knocked down his magic sword, so he needed to get closer to control things again.

But Yan Mengyou is not a fool. From the moment she arrived in this stone room, she has always been vigilant and will not be moved by the treasures. She is many times smarter than Li Shuapeng.

Ignoring what Li Shuipeng said, when Li Shuipeng took the first step, a magic sword shot straight out.

To be honest, this type of fighting during the Qi refining period was completely beyond Li Feiyu's eyes, but when Yan Mengyou took out the magic sword, Li Feiyu felt a little familiar inexplicably.

After thinking about it for a moment, he remembered that when he was still in the foundation building stage, he accidentally saved the ancestors of the Yan family. At that time, he casually snatched a magic sword from the hands of a low-level monk. , and threw it there casually, but didn't expect it to end up in Yan Mengyou's hands.

His relationship with the Yan family is not deep, it is just a one-sided relationship, but if we trace it back further, we can trace it back to Doctor Mo during the Qixuanmen period.

Li Feiyu is not a person who wants to meddle in other people's business, but when Yan Mengyou took out the mid-level high-grade magic sword that he had only used once, he knew that he had to take action now.

　To be specific, there is actually no reason. Suddenly I just want to save him!

He and Han Li are different after all. Although both of them can be called 'cautious' in their actions, compared to Han Li, Li Feiyu will still act more casually when he is absolutely sure!

 “Good junior sister, why don’t you just surrender? If the fight continues, senior brother, I won’t be able to hold back!”

Yan Mengyou frowned and her face was a little pale. After all, Li Shuaipeng had a higher level of cultivation. After just a few moves, Yan Mengyou couldn't hold on anymore.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from my ears: "Use fire bullets!"

The person who transmitted the message was naturally Li Feiyu, and Yan Mengyou was obviously stunned when he heard the voice. With this distraction, Li Shuapeng easily used the magic weapon to pierce Yan Mengyou's defensive spell.

“Hahaha, okay, okay, kill this little girl quickly. If you kill her, I will accept you as my apprentice!”

 The mandrill on the stone platform suddenly laughed maniacally. Since Li Shuaipeng had been fascinated, she no longer had to pretend.

No matter what kind of temperament a corpse mandrill had during life, once it turns into a corpse mandrill, its temperament will definitely change drastically, and it will become arrogant, surly, and murderous!

Mandrill has been trapped in this stone chamber for countless years and has not seen any killings. The death of Yu Wenqian has aroused her ferocity. At this time, she is naturally more eager to see more, and she has even begun to think about it. When Li Shuaipeng waits, Solve Yan Mengyou.

After the seal is lifted, she will definitely turn this hundred miles radius into a sea of ​​blood to satisfy her thirst for blood for so many years!

 “Quack, shut up!”

Just when the corpse mandrill was smiling and the flower branches were trembling, a cold voice came into his mind from the void.

The voice was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the soul, giving the mandrill a splitting headache. His laughter stopped abruptly, and his charming almond-blossom eyes widened in disbelief.

Yan Mengyou on the other side, faced with the magic weapon that Li Shuaipeng was shooting directly at, it was obviously too late to re-cast the defensive spell. She had no choice but to close her eyes and subconsciously listen to the gentle but reassuring voice that just appeared in her ears. She used the fire bomb technique, which she was not proficient at at all.

Generally speaking, qi-training monks seldom put much effort into practicing spells. After all, most of the spells in the qi-refining period are really average in power. Compared with dispersing their energy on spells, it is far inferior to focusing on improving their realm.

Even if you practice, you are practicing the art of controlling objects and controlling the wind, which are more useful and more widely used.

As for the Fire Bullet Technique, which is almost the most popular spell in the Qi Refining Period, although Yan Mengyou knows it, he can barely get started. Not to mention using it in a fight, sometimes even if he wants to light a fire, he has to use it. Try it several times.

 But this time, Yan Mengyou felt inexplicably that the use of his fire bomb technique was extremely smooth, and even had the illusion of being similar to Taoism.

 A spark popped out of his hand, and when it saw the wind, it swelled up. In the blink of an eye, a lotus flower shot out with golden flames like the sun.

Is this still the fire bomb technique?

Of course this is not the case. This is Li Feiyu using his own cultivation power to send it into Yan Mengyou's body, and using her fire bullet technique, it burst out together.

It's not really a magic trick, it's just bullying others with their cultivation!

The effect is naturally very significant. Li Feiyu has already taken action. If he can't kill a young monk in the Qi refining stage with one move, then Li Feiyu might as well kill himself and feed the gold-eating insects.

 Hardly waiting for Li Shuaipeng to touch the golden flame lotus, his whole body had already vaporized and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Mengyou looked at all this in shock, and then suddenly there was a feeling of extreme weakness in her body. The seventh level of Qi training was instantly consumed, and her body went limp uncontrollably. However, when she was about to fall to the ground, the air It seemed as if an invisible big hand was condensing to support her.

Then in the void in front of him, a young man in white walked out slowly, with a smile on his face and a heart-shaped brow, exactly like the character in the painting collected by his family!

 “Senior…senior…no, he is a benefactor!”

 (End of this chapter)