After determining the direction, Yang Feng put away the jade slip and turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky.

About seven or eight days later, when Yang Feng's face changed over a snow-covered forest, and he immediately hovered in the air, his face became gloomy and uncertain.

Just now, Yang Feng's soul suddenly moved deep in his soul and actually felt the breath of the King of Jinfeng, the root of the Eternal Divine Sword.

However, both of these sensing were very weak. If Yang Feng's soul was not strong enough, he would have never noticed it.

Yang Feng was silent for a moment, looked around, and then flew down to a hidden valley.

After falling into the valley, Yang Feng jumped rapidly in the valley like an ape, and finally landed on a very flat boulder deep in the valley and stopped.

Yang Feng waved his sleeves and cleaned up all the snow on the rocks. He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes tightly, pinched his hands quickly in front of him, and recited the formula silently in his mouth.

In Yang Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, a scattered soul connection was like a thin thread, swimming in the void, relying on that weak connection, looking for traces of the Eternal Divine Sword and the King of Jinfeng.

Then just as his contact gradually became clear, the soul in the void suddenly broke out, and even the faint soul sensing before was completely cut off, as if it was deliberately isolated by someone casting a spell.

Yang Feng frowned, changed his skills and activated his spiritual sense with all his strength, trying to regain that sensation.

However, after a moment, Yang Feng opened his eyes helplessly and sighed: "It seems that it is not that easy to find you..."

After this incident, Yang Feng felt a little disappointed, so he simply sat in the valley for a long time, sorted out his thoughts, and then flew back towards the direction of Bainiao City.

...

Three days later, a blue figure fell from the sky outside a white city standing at the intersection of two rivers on the plain.

This person looks tall and bearded, and this person is Yang Feng who is disguised.

Before entering the city, Yang Feng changed his appearance again with a mask. This time, he simply suppressed his breath completely and walked into the White Bird City with a swagger in the appearance of a mortal.

There is no snow near Bainiao City, but the temperature is also a bit cold.

There were not many pedestrians coming and going at the city gate, most of them were wearing thick cotton coats.

There was a team of people guarding the city gate, most of whom were immortal cultivators at the foundation-building realm. They did not check on the past, and seemed to be just responsible for maintaining order.

At first, Yang Feng was a little strange, but soon he understood.

This White Bird City is just a remote small city in Yan State. Most of the living in the city are mortals, so the management is more secular.

After Yang Feng entered the city, he checked the map inside the jade slip.

This time the map's logo became clearer, which directly led him to a restaurant.

Along the road in the city, Yang Feng came to a not-so-broad street and saw the restaurant.

When she walked to the door of the restaurant, Yang Feng smelled the smell of wine brewed by mortals.

Because the memory is too far away, Yang Feng feels a little deviant.

Yang Feng still remembers that when he was on Earth, he and his brothers from the Death Mercenary Group drank wine and ate meat.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng was slightly lost, then shook his head with some self-deprecating strikingly, strode across the threshold, and walked into the restaurant.

During this period, according to secular living habits, lunch has passed, but it has not yet reached dinner time. In addition, because the streets and alleys are relatively remote, most of the tables and chairs in the store are empty, and only two idle men sit next to a table and chair against the wall, eating salted peanuts, drinking wine, and smashing their mouths.

A guy with a towel on his shoulder saw Yang Feng coming in, and quickly showed a familiar smile and came forward.

Before he could speak, his shoulder was pulled and moved aside.

"This is an old acquaintance. I'll greet you. Just go and do your business."

A bloated middle-aged man walked out from behind him and said with a smile on his face.

"What old acquaintance? Why don't I have any impression of it?"

The guy watched the fat shopkeeper approach Yang Feng to the second floor, and couldn't help scratching his head, secretly complaining, then stretched his waist and leaned against a stool to get lazy.

Yang Feng followed the fat shopkeeper without saying a word and walked up to the second floor on the creaking wooden staircase and entered the innermost private room of the corridor.

As soon as he entered the door, the fat shopkeeper gave up half of his body, let Yang Feng walk into the house, and turned around and closed the door.

Then, he reached out and waved his hand in the void, and a layer of faint light immediately lit up on the inner wall of the room, isolating the sound inside.

"Fellow Taoist, please sit down."

After all this, the fat shopkeeper reached out to make a "please" position, and the smile on his face gradually became restrained.

Yang Feng then sat down, glanced around and found that the isolation formations around him were not very clever. If a cultivator of his level had the intention to explore, he could see clearly even ten miles away.

However, the location here is relatively remote and does not attract attention, so it is the best hidden.

"Fellow Daoist should have a token on his body, right? Can you take it out and let it be verified below?"

The fat shopkeeper also sat down opposite Yang Feng and said straight to the point.

When Yang Feng heard this, he flipped his wrist and took out the jade slip that recorded the task and tracking map, placed it directly on the table in front of him, and pushed it towards the fat shopkeeper.

After the latter took it, he closed his eyes and looked at it, nodded and said, "There is no problem with the token. It seems that you should be a fellow Taoist of the Impermanence Alliance."

"Since the token is fine, should fellow Taoist tell me what the specific content of the mission is?"

Yang Feng had no intention of going around and spoke directly.

"Before this, there is something else that needs to be confirmed before we can decide whether to entrust the task to you." The fat shopkeeper said with a change of tone.

"What's the matter?"

When Yang Feng heard this, his brow frowned slightly.

"Fellow Taoist's cultivation level. I need to confirm first whether the fellow Taoist really has the ability to complete the task?"

The fat shopkeeper stared at Yang Feng and said slowly.

When Yang Feng heard this, he no longer suppressed his own breath. After a layer of green light flowed over his body, the aura of the early stage of the True Immortal Realm was released without any concealment.

Although he only released a little, the fat shopkeeper who was unprepared for a while still changed his face and flushed, and he looked a little unable to breathe.

Seeing this, Yang Feng quickly withdrew his breath, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The fat shopkeeper's appearance was obviously transformed by the mask of the Impermanence Alliance, so he covered up his breath. Even if his spiritual consciousness is so powerful, he would not be able to explore his cultivation without exploring it in depth.

And the breath he released was well controlled, just a little, how could the other party react so much?

"If you guess correctly, you should be an immortal cultivator in the early stage of the True Immortal Realm, right?"

The fat shopkeeper's face was still a little pale at this moment, but after taking a few deep breaths, he returned to a little bloody color, and then said.

Yang Feng didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

"Oh... If this is the case, I advise fellow Taoists not to take on this mission."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the fat shopkeeper's eyes and he sighed.

"Why is this? The previous mission stated that as long as you are a cultivator in the true fairyland, you can do so, but you do not require a specific realm." Yang Feng said with some confusion.

"To be honest with fellow Taoists, the content of the mission I posted actually needs to kill someone. As far as I know, that person is also in the early stage of the True Immortal Realm, but his methods are not comparable to those of ordinary immortal cultivators. I am afraid that fellow Taoists will be able to defeat him, but they will lose their lives." The fat shopkeeper shook his head and said.

"If you are a cultivator of the same level, you will still be confident that you can fight and even if you lose, you will never lose your life. Fellow Taoist will explain the content of the mission with confidence. You have made up your mind and will not retreat."

When Yang Feng heard this, his thoughts turned and he smiled.

Seeing that his attitude was firm and not as if he was fake, the fat shopkeeper forced himself to dispel his doubts and said, "This... OK. The person who needs to be killed by fellow Taoists is Song Bai, who is the current chief assistant of Yan State. As long as fellow Taoists can successfully kill this person, they will receive the reward promised before."

"The Taishi of the mortal kingdom? Isn't immortal cultivators not allowed to interfere in secular affairs in the Longmen territory? As a true immortal, how could this person become an important minister in a country?"

When Yang Feng heard this, he was stunned at first, and then asked.

The fat shopkeeper did not answer Yang Feng's words, but asked, "Fellow Daoist should not be from Tianyun Continent, right?"

The fat shopkeeper explained: "No wonder, you don't know that there are trillions of mortals in Tianyun Continent, and millions of secular countries of all sizes are built. Countries like Yan State seem to be managed by the royal family on the surface, but in fact, there are one or two immortal cultivators secretly supporting them, and they are the real people in power."

Yang Feng nodded and asked, "So, is the family where Song Bai is located the actual ruler of Yan State?"

The fat shopkeeper nodded and continued, "Yes, in fact, behind these immortal cultivation families, there are higher-level immortal cultivation sect supporters. However, because of some conventional rules, unless the country is destroyed, these immortal cultivation families will not interfere with the change of dynasties in secular countries. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary mortals, the influence of these immortal cultivation forces is not visible at all."

Yang Feng asked in confusion: "If this is the case, will I attack Song Bai? Wouldn't it be that the sect forces behind him and even attract the attention of Longmen?"
Chapter completed!