Ye Feng did not look for Jiang Jinghong to help with the mission as Qin Bao and others imagined. This might be very safe, but it lost the challenge effect. And it has never been Ye Feng's style. So Ye Feng left the valley and directly rushed to his first mission location with the Blue Ice Golden Sand Flying Sword.

Ye Feng sat casually on the flying sword, flying quickly among the mountains in the sun, and was playing with a bead the size of a pigeon egg covered with purple star-shaped markings, flashing with a flash of spiritual light. This bead is not anything else. It is really the second-level medium monster purple star centipede that Ye Feng killed before, and the centipede demon pill that was rewind by the sword light.

This demon pill is much more precious than the entire centipede corpse. Although the spiritual power contained in it is not as thick as the Japanese pirates' golden elixir, it is also very thick and pure. However, this demon pill is ultimately a demon pill, which contains demon spiritual power, which is difficult to directly refine like a golden elixir. It is best to refine it into a pill to be better absorbed.

Of course, if it is used to feed spirit beasts, there will be no such concerns.

Ye Feng played with the monster for a while, and finally took out the spiritual beast treasure mirror, shook it slightly, and released the white dragon. Then he threw the demon pill into the air with some reluctance. The white dragon immediately shone with his eyes, and the cheerful clouds and mist of the messenger turned into a rapid white light and shot out. He swallowed the demon pill directly into his belly without chewing it.

The next moment, under Ye Feng's expectant gaze, the white light flashed on the dragon's body, and the body made a crackling sound, which actually grew a little more visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the luck on the dragon's head has been significantly enhanced, and the fluctuations of the spiritual power on the body have also increased rapidly. Finally, it has broken through the second-level medium level, reaching a second-level high-level high-level comparable to the late stage of foundation building.

"Okay, there's no waste!" Ye Feng was overjoyed. The reason why he fed the demon pill to the dragon was that he saw that the dragon had reached the second-level medium peak and planned to use this demon pill to help the dragon break through in one fell swoop. Now that the dragon has successfully broken through, Ye Feng is more confident in completing the twelve seventh-level tasks.

The first task Ye Feng had to do was to collect spiritual herbs. This spiritual herb is called Hantan Grass. It is a rare spiritual herb that can be used to refine alchemy or swallow directly. It is named because it grows deep in the extremely cold water source. There is a clear water cold pool in the Yuntai Mountains. If nothing unexpected happens, you can find the Hantan Grass.

According to the prompts in the mission jade slip, Ye Feng flew northward with swords for about half an hour, and finally landed on a flat slope on the side of a mountain. Then he walked more than a hundred feet in the forest along a mountain road paved with stones. His eyes suddenly lit up and he saw a pool of water a hundred feet in a radius.

The pool is as green as a piece of beautiful jade. The closer it gets, the colder it becomes. The pool water is strangely not frozen, nor is it corroded because it does not flow. The pool emits a curling white cold air, and there are no plants within ten feet of the surrounding area, and there are no plants such as algae on the surface of the pool.

When Ye Feng arrived, there were already many monks beside the cold pool. Most of them came from the Yuntai Sect. These monks were both men and women, not very old, and most of them were not very high in cultivation. Some came to get water to make wine, tea, refining weapons, and alchemy, some came to wash the pond water to train their bodies, some came to practice with the help of cold air, and some came to catch the unique cold fish in the cold pool.

The appearance of Ye Feng did not attract much attention from these monks. After all, there are too many young monks like Ye Feng in the Yuntai Sect. Even if Ye Feng was wearing a repaired top-quality magic robe, even if there was no obvious fluctuation of spiritual power on Ye Feng, it would at most show that Ye Feng's wealth was quite good and he had practiced some kind of hidden cultivation technique.

Ye Feng glanced at him and found that there were no acquaintances here, so he strode to the edge of the cold pond. He moved without hesitation, and the fish jumped up and rushed into the cold pond.

Ye Feng's move finally attracted the attention of the cultivators, or the cultivators had to pay attention.

The Hantan is close to the Yuntai Sect. In the Yuntai Mountains, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the property of the Yuntai Sect. However, although the monks in the Yuntai Sect often come here to get water and catch fish, few people dare to jump in directly like Ye Feng. On the one hand, it is because the water in the pool is cold, and on the other hand, it is because everyone is unwilling to pollute the water source. After all, many elders and senior brothers and sisters in the Yuntai Sect drink tea brewed by the cold pool water and spiritual wine brewed.

Now Ye Feng jumped into the cold pond without even saying hello. The cultivators were surprised and couldn't help but get angry.

"Why can I stand by the pond and take water from the pond to take a shower, but he can jump to the contamination of the pond water?"

"If the elder knew that someone had jumped into the pond, he would never drink the spiritual tea brewed by the pond water again, and I would lose the means of filial piety. No, I must teach this kid a lesson!"

"Damn it, my fish is about to take the bait, but now they are scared away by him. The fish are alert and will probably not get any harvest after waiting for a long time. These fish are the best wild game sold in the Xiancheng City, and now they are all over!"

"I used water to refine elixirs. Now that I have been contaminated by this kid, how can I take the refined elixirs calmly?"

The calm by the pond was broken in an instant. Regardless of whether they knew it or not, the monks pointed and talked in groups of three or two, and their eyes were sharp as sharp as swords.

However, these monks soon discovered that Ye Feng did not quickly emerge and accepted their attack as they imagined, but seemed to have penetrated deep into the depths.

"What's going on? Why hasn't this kid come out yet? What kind of cultivation is he? The green water and cold pond is not a good place to swim. The deeper it goes, the colder it becomes. There are even some unknown monsters and ferocious fish lurking. He just dived like this. Could it be that he would be killed?"

"Even if you want to be killed, you can't be here. This will not only harm the water in this pond, but also cause us to be infamous for not saving us!"

The monks became surprised again. The Yuntai Sect has a regulation that if they see their fellow disciples die but do not help them, they will be punished with great punishment.

"what to do?"

The monks couldn't help but feel a little panicked and hated Ye Feng even more, but they no longer wanted to teach Ye Feng a lesson, but were worried about Ye Feng's safety.

Finally, a monk with a sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, who looked older and had a higher level of cultivation, stood up, first signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said helplessly:

"Wait, don't panic. Maybe he just goes down to do tasks or find something. As a monk, he can live forever. Have you ever thought of throwing death? You don't have it, why do you think he can? Besides, he hasn't come up for so long, which means that the depth of diving has exceeded our tolerance limit. We can't save him even if we go down, and we may even lose his life. At least it will pollute the water of the pond. It's better to wait here with peace of mind. Anyway, even if he really dies in the cold pond. There are so many of us here, everyone can testify. It's not that we don't save him, but that he throws him to death, and we are powerless."

"Okay, that's all I can do. It's so unlucky. I would have known I wouldn't come today."

The other monks calmed down after hearing this. Although they were very resentful, they had no other way. They had to wait quietly and no longer have the intention to do what they had done before.

Ye Feng, who had dived into the cold pool, didn't know how much trouble he had brought to the cultivators by the pond. At this time, he was circulating his spiritual power in his body to resist the cold air in the pool water, while using his full strength to activate his spiritual eyes and glance around, looking for the target of this trip in the cold pool: Cold Pond Grass.

As early as when his body contacted the water of the cold pond, Ye Feng's hair stood up and he couldn't help but shivered. He found that the cold water of the cold pond exceeded his expectations. Fortunately, his spiritual power was pure, thick, and evenly distributed on the top robe, immediately forming a layer of shimmer light, easily blocking most of the cold air.

Ye Feng's spiritual eyes were also stimulated by the cold, and suddenly emitted a faint light. He instantly saw the scene within a radius of more than ten feet. However, he couldn't see clearly no matter how far away he was. Moreover, his spiritual thoughts were greatly affected in this cold pool water, and he would be damaged soon after probing it.

If Ye Feng had not practiced the magical art of forging the magical Technique, he would have been accustomed to damage to the divine consciousness and recovered very quickly. He would have been unable to bear the splitting headache and fainted. And fainting in this cold pool is undoubtedly a way to die. Ye Feng knew that it was dangerous, so although there was no problem for the time being, he still quickly withdrew his divine consciousness and never used his divine consciousness to investigate anything.

As the diving depth increases, the cold air becomes heavier. Ye Feng is no longer as relaxed as he starts, and his spiritual power is consumed more and more and faster, and it is becoming more and more difficult to resist the cold air.

Gradually, the cold began to invade Ye Feng's body, causing Ye Feng to feel almost numb pain, as if all of them were frozen, and even the blood was no longer flowing, and even his thoughts were slow and pausing, as if a knife was shaved his bones, which was very hard.

At the same time, Ye Feng quickly received a powerful force and pressed him from all directions, making him feel like he was about to suffocate and his bones were about to be crushed.

Of course, after Ye Feng entered the water, he stopped breathing, or started internal breathing that only monks could do, and would not really suffocate.

Later, Ye Feng had to open the top-quality robe and top-quality armor. The pressure was slightly relieved and he could continue to dive deeper.

However, while working hard, the Nine Heavens Profound Cauldron in Ye Feng's body was also stimulated and started to operate quickly. The abundant water spirit energy in the water of the cold pond immediately rushed into Ye Feng's body like a moth to the fire, making Ye Feng even colder, and the spiritual power in his body was quickly replenished, even refined and improved.
Chapter completed!