This time, Ye Feiran chose the profession of spiritual seeker. "Soul seeker, she is still a soul seeker!" "Compared to other professions, spiritual seekers are even rarer!" "I wonder how good she is as a ghost hunter?" There are no competitions or challenges in the profession of soul seeker, only experience, and experience is nothing more than searching for spiritual veins in the illusion. There are no spirit seekers among the outer disciples of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, but in order to prevent Ye Feiran from being so lonely, Qian Huan Pagoda still created two spirit seekers to accompany Ye Feiran. Of course, the three of them unknowingly became a competition during their experience, that is, to see who could find the spiritual veins the fastest. Ye Feiran learned the essence of the spirit seeker from the Yongyue tribe. Naturally, she found the spiritual veins before the other two spirit seekers every time. Because the spiritual veins in the illusion are different, Ye Feiran has accumulated a lot of experience. In front of the water mirror, the Xuantian Immortal Sect's only soul-seeking master watched Ye Feiran search and discover the spiritual veins with great interest. He said this sentence so many times during the process. In short, watching Ye Feiran practice in the fantasy world was the biggest gain for him. At the same time, all the senior officials of Xuantian Immortal Sect looked at Ye Feiran with eyes that gradually became hotter. Spirit seekers can search for spiritual veins, and the more spiritual veins the better for any sect. Therefore, when Ye Feiran's training was over, Xuantian Immortal Sect's only spiritual seeker quickly said to Ke Duzhong, "Sect Master, can I ask Ye Feiran to help find spiritual veins in the future?" Before Ke Duzhong could speak, others could not help but express their opinions. "Sect Master, if the sect discovers signs of spiritual veins, we can ask Master Fu and Ye Feiran to go out together. This can also avoid others taking the lead." Ahem... This is naturally because someone was the first to get there before, which was very frustrating. "Of course, Ye Feiran can be given certain rewards, such as points, spiritual stones, etc." Ke Duzhong also had such thoughts, so he nodded and said, "Let's discuss this matter later!" If Ye Feiran doesn't want to, he can't force her to go! If she gets angry and leaves Xuantian Immortal Sect directly, their losses will be even greater. However, he believed that as long as the sect offered a sufficiently attractive reward, Ye Feiran would agree. In this way, everyone's attention was focused on Ye Feiran again. "Do you think Ye Feiran will choose to rest and wait for the Thousand Fantasy Tower to open next, or will he choose another profession?" "Uh... I don't know." This disciple, Ye Feiran, always surprises them, so no one is sure now. After Ye Feiran recovered her spiritual and spiritual power, she wandered around the second floor of Thousand Fantasy Tower. Her eyes fell on the portals. Seeing this, everyone blinked, "Does she know any other professions?" As the voice fell, Ye Feiran stopped in front of one of the portals, that was the Spiritual Master. "Word Spirit Master?!" "Ahem..." I don't know who was choked. Soon, Ye Feiran entered the portal of Yanling Master. Yanling Master also has three situations: competition, challenge and experience. However, the outer disciples did not have a spiritual master, and even the entire Xuantian Immortal Sect did not have a spiritual master. Therefore, the opponent Ye Feiran faced was the spiritual master created by Qian Huan Pagoda. After going through competitions, experiences and challenges, Ye Feiran has made rapid progress in the field of speech spirit master. Originally a master-level speech spirit master, she has already touched the barrier of a saint-level speech spirit master, and there is only one opportunity left to break through. . So much so that Bai Ju, who was staying in the Ten Thousand Years Soul-inducing Wood, couldn't help but say, "Little girl, you must spend a certain amount of time here in the future to practice the art of speaking. The blessings and curses of the Past Candle are inseparable from the magic of spirit speaking. Otherwise, they can only use their own life force to let the Past Candle cast blessings and curses. " Hearing this, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "I know." After a pause, she murmured softly, "I wonder if Xuantian Immortal Sect has a spiritual master?" "Probably not. Spirit-speaking masters are rarer than soul-seeking masters." Bai Ju replied. All the senior officials of Xuantian Immortal Sect also heard Ye Feiran's soft murmur, and suddenly looked at each other in confusion. "It seems that Ye Feiran would rather practice the art of spiritual speech, but unfortunately our sect does not have a spiritual master." "Don't say that our sect doesn't have a spiritual master. Maybe there isn't even a spiritual master in the entire immortal world." "Not necessarily. Maybe the spiritual masters in the fairy world just choose to keep a low profile." Ke Duzhong stroked his beard gently, pondered for a while, and then said, "Since Ye Feiran wants to practice the art of speaking, the sect leader sent someone to collect books on the art of speaking, and by the way, find out if there are any spiritual masters in the immortal world." No one had any objections to this matter, because Ye Feiran's performance in the Thousand Fantasy Tower was enough for the Xuantian Immortal Sect to focus on cultivating her. The First Talisman Immortal Qingwu took a sip of tea and said slowly, "It is rumored that the spiritual master clan once lived on Penglai Island. We can send people to Penglai Island to find out the news." Everyone was stunned for a moment, then frowned. "Penglai Island has no fixed location. Practitioners who encounter Penglai Island in this world rely on luck." "No matter what, we just need to keep an eye on the news on Penglai Island." "Yeah!" Ye Feiran in Thousand Fantasy Tower didn't know that the senior officials of Xuantian Immortal Sect were starting to worry about her. After leaving the portal of Yanling Master, she continued to look at the professions on the second level. When she saw the portal of Tongshu Master, she thought of Rong Jing, and then Duanmu Shuche, Feng Ying and Feng Xiao. She remembered that Rong Jing, Feng Ying and Feng Xiao all wanted to join the Xuantian Immortal Sect, but their rankings in the Monster Kiln did not enter the top fifty, and they could not be drawn into the Xuantian Immortal Sect in the subsequent random draws. She did not know which sect they were in now. Woolen cloth? Ye Feiran just thought about it for a moment and then returned to the first floor of Thousand Fantasy Tower. Seeing this, the people in front of the water mirror didn't know whether they were sorry or relieved. But the next moment, they breathed a sigh of relief again, because Ye Feiran started to choose a career again. Everyone: "..." What profession does Ye Feiran know? This time, Ye Feiran chose the beast cultivator. Upon seeing this, the holy beast master of the Xuantian Immortal Sect clapped his hands and said in an excited voice, "Ye Feiran has contracted so many magical beasts and spiritual plants, I knew she must have the talent to control beasts!" In the fairy world, beast tamers are beast masters, who have the ability to contract, tame, cultivate and control monsters. The No. 1 Medicine Immortal Jiang Jinghui glanced at the holy beastmaster and said in a leisurely tone, "Ye Feiran chose beast cultivation in the end, maybe..." Before he could finish his words, the holy beast master interrupted him. "Maybe, maybe she has the worst talent in beast control?" biqubao.com Jiang Jinghui reached out and stroked his chin, "I don't mean that." "Hmph!" The saint-level beast control master snorted coldly, "I see that Ye Feiran's talent in beast control is no worse than his talent in refining medicine, so I have decided on this disciple!" Jiang Jinghui: "..." Why did he feel like he was self-defeating?
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
