I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

After accepting the treasure, Jiang Yeming withdrew the fairy art, and the flat little black men turned into black gray smoke and dissipated, and the Fengyu tribe also recovered their mobility.

These little guys, who haven't figured out the situation, are clamoring for revenge.

Patriarch Feng Yu was terrified, and roared angrily: "One or two don't care about life and death, is this something you can provoke? If you don't want to be a meal, get out of here."

The word "food" on the plate carried a strange magic power, the little monsters shivered one after another, the group silenced, turned around and fled away.

Seeing a group of useless clansmen go away, Feiyu Patriarch sighed: "I have pity for my Feiyu clan. I have the innate ability of Fengli's bloodline to live after hearing the wind. I used to be very uncomfortable in this world. But who would want the earth to collapse, the family is gone, and a large group of robbers came. Now the big clan is only left with three melons and two dates, robbing and living in remote places."

Jiang Yeming smiled secretly, with this kind of brain, he would follow the example of others to rob, and the clan would be destroyed soon.

He said aloud, "What's the matter with the world falling apart?"

Patriarch Feiyu showed a cunning look, and replied: "Naturally, it is the matter of the mountain and sea world falling into the mortal world, do you want to hear it, four fairy crystals."

Jiang Yeming had just entered the Immortal Realm, and he didn't borrow money from Hu Yuxing in Yinxianju, so there was no such thing as a fairy crystal in his hand.

He didn't show any emotion, and replied: "I'm in a hurry to go out, I don't have any money, I'll listen to your story next time, so what, where is the nearest market?"

"No money?" After all, the ancestor of the Fengyu tribe is an old monster with a long life.

A powerful poor fairy!

Ancestor Fengyu's eyes lit up, isn't this kind of person a great opportunity for the Fengyu tribe from God?

It is said that it is better to bully the white-bearded man than bully the young and poor.Serving this master well, and waiting for him to develop, rewarding the Fengyu tribe with anything, is better than eating here and waiting to die.

Immediately, the ancestor of the Fengyu clan spread his wings solemnly, imitating the appearance of a human being and saluted with his wings closed.

"Your Excellency has just come here and is unfamiliar with the place. Why don't you accept us as slaves, so that you can have someone to serve you along the way."

Jiang Yeming looked at the patriarch of the Fengyu tribe with a strange face. This kind of garbage and tonic level monsters really didn't have much interest. Taking them in was probably more trouble than benefit.

Seeing this, the ancestor of the Fengyu clan knew that he was yellow again. He led the clan all his life and fled here and there.

Quack quack.
He yelled loudly.

The crowing of such a big turkey drew those Fengyu people out again, old and young, big and small, gathered around the ancestor and sang together.

It seems that this is the tradition of the Fengyu Clan. Jiang Yeming didn't want to disturb him when he expressed his emotions with singing, so he flew out.

At this moment, a large net suddenly descended from the sky and wiped out a group of Fengyu clan.

Then a big yellow-faced man with copper rings on his ears and nose flew from a distance, and said with a smile: "Today's source of good fortune is not shallow, and I encountered wild food while passing by. This Fengyu clan is almost dead in this world, and I even caught a nest. When I go back, I can exchange them for fairy crystals."

After finishing speaking, the yellow-faced man completely ignored Jiang Yeming, and was about to put away his net and leave.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Yeming was upset.

In the previous battle, no matter what, this group of Wind Feather Clan was also his spoils of war.

He can not want them, or even let them live, but it doesn't mean that others can completely ignore him and take away the spoils.

For this reason, Jiang Yeming dodged to block the way of the yellow-faced man.

Suddenly blocked the way, the yellow-faced man was stunned, stared at Jiang Yeming and said fiercely: "You just entered the fairyland, but you don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. This is a place where you can't control the immortal way. It angered me. I killed you to extract the immortal energy. The immortal body was turned into a war puppet, and the immortal soul washed away the memory and turned into a servant."

The words were vicious and vicious. It seemed that he did this kind of thing a lot. Jiang Yeming was no longer interested in talking, so he punched him.

The big yellow-faced man spoke viciously, but he was full of combat experience. He reacted the moment Jiang Yeming punched, and densely packed tiny joints appeared on his body, and each joint released a unique spell.

Immediately, thousands of Taoist spells swept over and turned into a torrent of spells, trying to swallow Jiang Yeming.

Facing this kind of attack, Jiang Yeming had no intention of withdrawing his punches and returning to defense. The strongest defense is to attack.

This was the first time he used a physical attack after he achieved the Immortal Physique, and the Immortal Physique, which contained countless energies, instantly released a destructive attack.

In an instant, the fist blasted out a torrent of destruction, forcibly destroying thousands of spells on the opposite side, and instantly bombarded the yellow-faced man in front of him.

Such a domineering attack surprised the big yellow-faced man.

"With this level of destructive power, you are not just entering the fairyland!"

While exclaiming in his mouth, the big yellow-faced man burst open the material on his chest, and the exposed chest was densely packed with opened eyes.

The ancestor of the Fengyu tribe who was trapped in the net shouted anxiously: "It is a monster with thousands of feet and thousands of eyes. His body is a centipede spirit, and he monopolizes Fenglin Mountain. He is the tyrant here. Be careful of his thousand-eyed soul-destroying eyes. Once it is covered, it will be life-threatening."

Ancestor Feng Yu's words were still too late, and thousands of golden lights shot out from the chest of the yellow-faced man, enveloping Jiang Yeming.

The yellow-faced man known as the Thousand-legged Thousand-eyed Monster saw that he succeeded in one blow, and laughed and said: "My golden light with thousands of eyes is dedicated to capturing souls. It doesn't matter if you have a powerful body, you are still restrained by me."

As he spoke, his face changed drastically and he took a few steps back.

Jiang Yeming, who was shrouded in a thousand eyes of golden light, walked out without any damage.

Seeing the phantom of the long-clothed Confucian scholar emerging from Jiang Yeming's body, the thousand-legged thousand-eyed monster hesitated and said, "This is the golden body of Confucian morality! Only the golden body of morality can ignore my thousand-eyed soul-hunting. I've failed in this game. See you next time, and the winner will be decided."

After the scene was finished, the thousand-legged thousand-eyed monster put away its big net, turned into golden light and fled away.

This is the battle of the Empress of Transformation. It is no longer easy to kill with one blow as before. Even a wild fairy has many methods.

Jiang Yeming watched the golden light disappear with a solemn expression. The first confrontation also made him understand his shortcomings after being promoted to an immortal.

A large number of spells have been reduced in power and are useless, and they must have immortal spells that match their own abilities.

But it is useless to rely entirely on self-enlightenment if you want to obtain fairy arts. It is faster to go to Xianfang to trade.

So, he looked at Patriarch Feng Yu, hesitated and said, "Take me to the nearest fairy workshop."

The ancestor of the Fengyu tribe was overjoyed: "Your Majesty is willing to take me in?"

Jiang Yeming turned around and left, saying: "You are lucky, but you are short of a butler. If you do well, you will have a chance."