Chapter 1278 The Yan Sisters

Half a month later.

Somewhere in the low mountains, Ye Chunyang was flying slowly with a sword of death.

I scanned with my spiritual consciousness and found that there were a lot of people around. It seemed to be a city where immortal cultivators and mortals were mixed.

After leaving the Cangyuan Sect, he mostly inquired about some spiritual veins and ancient ruins. In addition to inquiring about soul arts, he also looked for some suitable spiritual herbs to ripen the alchemy. After a period of time, he gained a little.

Now that there are monks nearby, it might as well go and explore.

After thinking for a while, Ye Chunyang thought, and a stream of light flew from somewhere, turning into a figure and appearing next to him.

This figure is Ye Xiaobao, whom Ye Chunyang had previously released to explore for treasures nearby.

After calling Xiaobao back, Ye Chunyang immediately set off and galloped forward.

The city was not far away. In less than a cup of tea, Ye Chunyang appeared in the city.

In addition to mortals, there were also some monks walking around here. Ye Chunyang took Xiaobao to the teahouse and sat down.

As he was pouring tea and drinking, a voice came from the opposite side: "Fellow Taoist, the teahouse is full now. I wonder if my two sisters can sit here with the two fellow Taoists?"

Ye Chunyang looked up and saw two women approaching with smiles.

One of the two women is in her early twenties, and the other is only seventeen or eighteen years old. The former has a graceful figure, and although her appearance is not outstanding, she has a restrained air and is elegant. The latter is petite in stature, but has fair skin, beautiful appearance, and a very delicate appearance.

And this slightly younger girl has a cyan bell hanging on her waist, exuding powerful spiritual energy. It is obviously an extraordinary magical weapon.

Both of them are in the Qi refining stage, the older woman is at the ninth level, and the girl is at the eighth level, but the girl has the qualifications of two spiritual roots, and the woman in her early twenties is slightly lower, with three spiritual roots.

Judging from their behavior and appearance, we can tell that the two of them came from extraordinary backgrounds.

"Please."

After looking at it for a moment, Ye Chunyang immediately looked away.

There was something strange about the older woman.

Although the two people in front of her had low auras, the person next to her seemed stronger, which made her subconsciously think that this person would be the one to speak. But now it seemed that Ye Chunyang was the leader.

"Thank you."

Although the woman was confused, she still thanked him and sat down opposite Ye Chunyang with the girl.

"The little girl is Yan Yuyan from the Yan family in Luocheng. This is my roommate Yan Wushuang. It seems that these two fellow Taoists are also cultivators. Where are they from?" The woman who called herself Yan Yuyan introduced with a smile.

"We don't have any sect, I'm Ye Chunyang, this is my sworn brother, named Xiaobao." Ye Chunyang said casually without any airs.

"It turned out to be a casual cultivator."

Yan Wushuang muttered, a trace of disdain flashing across his eyes.

"Wushuang, don't be rude!"

Yan Yuyan sternly scolded her and apologized to Ye Chunyang: "My sister-in-law has been living at home since she was a child. She has inevitably been spoiled. Please don't blame me for offending fellow Taoist friends. Today, as a token of your kindness, I will pay for the tea." Brother and sister invited."

Yan Wushuang pursed her lips and said no more, but the contempt in her eyes did not diminish at all.

"That's not necessary, Ye is just passing by here, rest for a while and then leave."

Ye Chunyang waved his hands lightly.

Yan Yuyan's cultivation level was not high, but she had a ladylike demeanor, which made him think highly of her.

"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Ye, but seeing that Fellow Daoist Xiaobao is calm and restrained, I guess it's because he has practiced some special techniques?" Yan Xiu looked at Ye Xiaobao next to him, showing curiosity.

Yan Wushuang was also a little surprised.

Ye Xiaobao has a round face and an unattractive appearance, but he has a deep and reserved temperament that is hard to fathom.

What's even more strange is that from beginning to end, this person never said a word.

"Kung Fu? That's right."

Ye Chunyang answered casually, speciously.

The two sisters looked at each other, but seeing that Ye Chunyang did not continue, and the round-faced young man did not open his mouth to defend, they wisely stopped asking any more questions.

Moreover, both Ye Chunyang and Ye Chunyang seemed to be at about the third level of Qi Refining. They met by chance, so why bother to investigate further?

Yan Yuyan was a cheerful person, so she immediately ordered good wine and food and invited Ye Chunyang to drink together.

Ye Chunyang did not refuse.

Because she came from a noble family, Yan Yuyan didn't think highly of Ye Chunyang and the two of them. After a few bites, she sat down and ignored them.

However, Yan Yuyan remembered something when she was halfway through eating, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ye and Daoist Xiaobao came to Liangzhou City this time. I guess they came here for the underground meeting, right?"

"Underground workshop meeting?" Ye Chunyang shook his head, "I've never heard of it."

Yan Yuyan was startled. Could it be that they were just two casual cultivators passing by?

"I wonder what's so surprising about this underground workshop?" Ye Chunyang was slightly interested and asked.

"Gee, it seems that fellow Taoist is indeed a casual cultivator, and he doesn't even know about the underground meeting."

Before Yan Yuyan could speak, Yan Wushuang covered her mouth and chuckled.

Ye Chunyang frowned.

Yan Yuyan stopped Yan Wushuang's teasing, but seeing that Ye Chunyang was really unaware, her eyes became a little lighter.

After a pause, she said: "This underground workshop is a spontaneous trade fair among the monks in Liangzhou City. It is held every few months. The treasures at the meeting are not only on the surface, but also some shady ones secretly. things, so it’s done in secret.”

Ye Chunyang nodded and understood immediately.

He asked again: "What level of cultivation are the monks who participated in the meeting?"

Yan Yuyan thought for a moment and said, "I can't say for sure. It's usually at the Taoist level and the Qi refining stage. However, the transactions at the conference only focus on the treasures, and no one pays attention to the cultivation of the participants."

Ye Chunyang heard this and agreed casually without asking any more questions.

Seeing this, Yan Wushuang smiled and said, "It's useless for Fellow Daoist Ye to pay attention to the underground market. Most of the items traded there are high-level items, which are expensive. Few casual cultivators can participate."

Ye Chunyang smiled but did not answer.

While he was talking, several figures outside came to the teahouse with a fierce momentum and looked around, as if they were looking for someone.

These people were big and strong, with a fierce breath, and they were all masters with cultivation at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining.

"Sister, it's them!"

Yan Wushuang's chuckle stopped abruptly, and he pulled Yan Yuyan and turned his head to avoid them.

"I didn't expect these people to catch up so quickly. It's not appropriate to conflict with them at this time. Let's go!"

Yan Yuyan's eyebrows gathered slightly, and she didn't bother to say anything more to Ye Chunyang. She pulled Yan Wushuang and was about to leave.

But before they could move, they were surrounded by people, and those masters stared at them with a grin.

"The two fairies hid here, which made it really difficult for me to find them."

A sturdy man with a scar on his face grinned and looked at the two sisters with fiery eyes.

"You followed us all the way, which was really painstaking, but I have already asked you to go back and tell Lu Yun that my sister and I have no intention of interacting with him. Please go back!"

Yan Yuyan said coldly.

"Mr. Lu Yun has always admired the two fairies. This time, he knew that the two of you came to Liangzhou City, but he just wanted to fulfill his hospitality. Why do you refuse?"

The big man said grimly, but his eyes glanced left and right.

"Two guys with low cultivation are in the way here. I will throw them out first, and then talk to the two fairies."

Soon, several tall monks came behind Ye Chunyang and Ye Xiaobao.

"Do you two want to get out by yourselves, or let me throw you out?" The big man smiled grimly.

The people around were silent.

For the locals of Liangzhou City, this scarred man is not unfamiliar.

This man was originally a casual cultivator nearby, and later joined the Zhao family, and became famous for his fierceness.

The "Mr. Lu Yun" he mentioned made some insiders fearful. Although this man was not from the Zhao family, he was a distant cousin of an elder of the Zhao family, and his cultivation had reached the tenth level of Qi Refining.

The Yan sisters were targeted by this man, and most of them could not escape his clutches.

Ye Chunyang sat quietly and poured wine by himself, looking indifferent.

The big man's face sank when he saw this, "Boy, didn't you hear what I said? My Zhao family is doing business here, so get out of here if you know what's good for you! Otherwise, don't blame me for breaking your bones!"

Everyone saw this and looked at them with pity.

Yan Yuyan sighed in her heart.

These people were originally coming for them, and Ye Chunyang and the others were implicated by them.

"Forget it, I don't have time to take care of them now. I'll try to compensate them after solving today's matter."

Yan Yuyan thought so.

But then a shocking scene appeared.

"Bang!"

The round-faced young man suddenly slammed the table and stood up.

The big man who was pressing his shoulder didn't react in time, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of cracking on his arm.

The big man let out a scream, and was about to fight back, when the round-faced young man appeared behind him like a ghost.

"Dengdengdeng!"

Xiaobao took a few steps forward, grabbed the big man's neck like lightning, and threw him out of the door like throwing garbage.

The big man's eyes rolled back, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The scarred man's face changed wildly.

Just as he felt something was wrong, his eyes suddenly blurred, and his body, like the man just now, flew into the air uncontrollably.

The next moment, the scarred man felt dizzy, and his head stabbed into the heavy stone slab with a "bang", leaving only his two legs kicking constantly.

At the same time, waves of screams like slaughtering pigs came out in the teahouse, and one figure after another flew out of the door.

The Yan sisters couldn't believe it.

Other people in the teahouse almost stared out of their eyes.

These are all masters of the eighth and ninth levels of Qi Refining. They were beaten to death by this round-faced young man in just a few moves. This is incredible.

Yan Yuyan looked up in surprise. Ye Chunyang was still sitting there drinking, and the round-faced young man stood behind him like a loyal guard, with a cold expression and eyes like knives.

"Aren't they at the third level of Qi Refining?"

Yan Yuyan's heart was churning, and she felt that she had made a mistake.

And this young man surnamed Ye looked much more mysterious than that "Xiaobao".

Yan Wushuang's face was also full of shock, but then he frowned and looked at Ye Chunyang and said, "Daoyou, you are in trouble."

"Oh, what trouble?" Ye Chunyang said indifferently.

"The Zhao family is the giant in Liangzhou City. Although these people are not the direct descendants of the Zhao family, they are deeply valued by the Zhao family. How can the Zhao family let you go if you, a casual cultivator, attack them?"

Yan Wushuang said lightly.

"But if you ask me, I might be able to help you solve these problems."

"Really?"

Ye Chunyang smiled.