People are in Yaowu, starting from the mountain god panel

Chapter 379 Immortal Martial Arts

Ye Changan and the other three were all shocked.

They didn't expect that the Iron-Eating Beast Demon King actually knew about the existence of the Western God Sect.

You know, one hundred thousand mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles.

Except for the road pointed by the old fox, most areas are like the mountains and forests at the feet, just endless mountains.

The old fox narrowed his eyes.

He has the deepest friendship with the Iron-Eating Beast Demon King, but he doesn't know that the Iron-Eating Beast Demon King has ever been to a place beyond the Shiwan Mountain.

"Old Hei, you've hidden it deep enough, even the Western Shen Sect knows about it."

The Iron-eating Beast Demon King gave a bitter smile: "I have never been to the Western God Sect, but I was caught there and worked as a demon slave for a hundred years. I finally found an opportunity and ran out."

Hearing this, the old fox's face became stiff.

He spent a lot of time in Xishen Sect, and even learned about the misery of the demon slaves from Ye Changan.

At the same time, he also promised to take more care of Huang Tuan'er and the four demons.

The Iron-Eating Beast Demon King has always been locked up in the Demon Column of the Demon Control Palace, so he did not recognize that the jade plaque belonged to the deputy sect master.

The Iron-eating Beast Demon King recalled the miserable appearance of that year, and felt scared for a while.

Under the leadership of Gu Nian, the Demon Yu Palace has always been strict.

The iron-eating beast demon king's eyes lit up.

Because it will take some time for the Iron-Eating Beast Demon King to gather three thousand fairy grasses.

Although Ye Changan's asking price was high, fortunately he was still able to come up with it.

Therefore, Ye Changan and Ning Kuang planned to return to Xiyuanjiao first.

He looked at the jade plaque representing the deputy sect leader on Ye Changan's waist.

The Iron-eating Beast Demon Emperor hoped: "You can sell the Western Shen Sect's skills to me at an easy price."

That was the opportunity to step into the magic door of the great demon, how could he not be tempted?

"it is good."

Ye Changan smiled and said: "If you can gather three thousand fairy grasses of the same grade as the Snow Spirit Grass, I will sell them to you."

The Wind Emperor was almost imprisoned there. It was not easy for the Iron-eating Beast Demon Emperor to escape from there.

The iron-eating beast couldn't help but look envious.

He was captured and became a demon slave, but the two demons in front of him learned the skills of the Western God Sect.

The reason why he could tell at a glance that Ye Changan and the three old foxes had gone to Xishen Sect was precisely because of the unique aura of Xizhou monks' techniques.

"Why do you have the badge of the Western Shen Sect?"

Three thousand fairy grasses can buy the Western Shen Sect's skills, which is a great deal.

The Iron-Eating Beast Demon Emperor responded immediately.

He has been running the demon market for thousands of years and has plenty of demon stones.

Ye Changan confessed: "We once captured a disciple of the Western God Sect, and then pretended to be him and joined the Western God Sect."

As for the old fox, he naturally went to Wandie Valley in a hurry.

In the Dacan calendar, it is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the twenty-eighth year of Shenning.

The streets of Linzhou, a small border town adjacent to Shiwanda Mountain, are particularly lively today.

The laughter and laughter of children playing can be heard endlessly.

Festive red lanterns are hung on the doors of every house.

In this peaceful scene, a handsome young man and a scruffy bearded man appeared on the streets of Linzhou.

These two people are naturally Ye Changan and Ning Kuang who arrived in Jiannan in a charming manner.

Ning Kuang looked at the warm scene in front of him and said with nostalgia: "It turns out to be the Lantern Festival."

He has not seen the scene of the Lantern Festival in thousands of years.

Whether it is Shiwandashan or Xizhou, there is no such thing as Lantern Festival.

Ye Changan was also filled with emotion.

Unknowingly, he has been separated from his sister Ye Rouer and others for decades.

For a moment, my heart felt like an arrow.

After he and Ning Kuang agreed on the time and place to return to Xishen Sect, he turned into a stream of light and flew towards Hebei Road.

Wanshan Sect now seems to have become the top force in Xiyuanjiao.

His sect master is the only second-grade martial artist in the world, and no one in the world can match him.

However, Sect Master Ye likes to retreat and has not appeared in the world for more than ten years.

There was already a long queue in front of the gate of Wanshan Zongshan. "Sect Leader Ye is still in retreat?"

"Please, for the sake of our sincere desire for martial arts, please let us meet Sect Master Ye."

"I only have one year to live, so just let me take a look."

A group of old warriors who were about to run out of life begged.

Fang Nan looked at these people helplessly.

Ever since word spread about Ye Changan's second-level achievement, old martial artists who had been stuck in martial arts bottlenecks for half their lives have come to Wanshan Sect, hoping to get Ye Changan's advice.

Ye Changan was a second-grade person, so a casual word from a high position might give them a sudden enlightenment.

These people have great attitudes and will not even stay in front of the Wanshan Zongshan gate for too long.

He just asked Ye Changan once every day whether he had left the country.

Fang Nan was helpless about this.

It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Ye Changan about this, but that his master had long since disappeared.

Everyone else thought that the head of the Wanshan Sect was in seclusion, and only he, Ye Rouer and a few other people who were close to Ye Changan knew that.

Ye Changan was away from the sect most of the time.

"Seniors, please go back. My master is still in seclusion and does not see guests."

Hearing this, all the old warriors showed disappointed expressions.

A long sigh.

Then he turned around and left as usual.

Just as they turned around, a figure appeared on a quiet path not far away.

Seeing that figure appear, Fang Nan was overjoyed: "Master."

The person coming was none other than Ye Changan.

Upon hearing the word "master", all the old martial artists' eyes lit up and their whole bodies trembled as they looked at the young man in front of them.

"Master Ye Ye?"

A fourth-grade warrior who was famous in Hebei Province hesitated.

Ye Changan frowned as he looked at the crowd surrounding the mountain gate.

"Fang Nan, what happened?"

Fang Nan immediately explained in detail the story of these old warriors pursuing martial arts.

Hearing this, Ye Changan nodded.

These old warriors acted in a measured manner and did not cause too much trouble to the Wanshan Sect.

As for asking Wu, that's fine.

With Ye Changan's current state, he is indeed capable of further improving Xiyuanjiao's martial arts.

An idea suddenly came to his mind.

Immortal and martial arts?

He knows a lot of Xizhou Immortal Dao techniques. If he can integrate them into martial arts, he might be able to have unexpected surprises.

Ye Changan alone cannot do it.

He is still very self-aware.

Creating new methods requires supreme talent, and his qualifications and understanding were woefully poor.

If he were allowed to fuse the two paths of immortality and martial arts, he might never see hope in his life.

But if he imparts the insights he learned from Xizhou to the warriors in the world.

Maybe there will be talented people who can take a different path.

By then, not only will Xi Yuanjiao's strength be raised to a new level, but Ye Changan will definitely benefit from it.

He has a golden finger. As long as someone can open up a new path, he can quickly understand and transcend.

Things like starving the master to death will never happen to him.

"I also ask Master Ye to teach martial arts to the world."

An old martial artist fell to his knees.

Ye Changan: "In ten days, I will hold a forum in Huashan to lecture on martial arts, and everyone in the world can go there."

(End of this chapter)