After leaving Liu Qing, Ye Xiong immediately went to the station and prepared to leave here as soon as possible.

When we arrived at the train station, night was already falling.

He was about to buy a train ticket, but suddenly he saw a familiar figure waiting at the entrance of the train station.

Wen Qingqing was wearing a white wedding dress and was very beautiful. Standing at the entrance of the train station, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

How did she know that she would come to the station? Ye Xiong frowned.

She stood next to the ticket area and would definitely be discovered unless she didn't buy the ticket herself.

Didn’t I understand it very clearly? Why did she still pester her?

Or maybe I was thinking too much, she didn't come to me at all.

Ye Xiong walked into the ticket hall and prepared to buy a ticket and leave.

The power of the gods is strong, and staying for one more day will make him more dangerous.

As soon as he walked into the hall, Wen Qingqing ran over immediately.

"Don't come over, wait." Ye Xiong whispered.

Many people have seen the fact that he rescued Wen Qingqing at the wedding. If someone finds out that he meets Wen Qingqing here, it is equivalent to revealing his identity. He is not afraid, just because he is afraid that the people of the gods will use their families to deal with him.

After buying the ticket, Ye Xiong walked outside, and Wen Qingqing followed closely behind.

Within ten minutes, Ye Xiong stopped in an unmanned corner.

"What do you want?" Ye Xiong looked at her.

Wen Qingqing was stared at by him and her fingers kept shaking, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You have offended a very powerful force. You can burn your Wen family to ashes with just one move. If you are sincerely good for your family, hide it from them immediately and not let anyone find you, otherwise

, I can protect you once, but I can't protect you a second time." Ye Xiong said seriously.

"I have asked my parents to pick up things." Wen Qingqing finished speaking and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"explain."

"Why do you come to save me?"

"You came to me so far to ask this question?" Ye Xiong looked cold and said coldly: "Why should I tell you?"

"You are obviously not a cold person, so why do you pretend to be so cold-blooded?" Wen Qingqing was very unwilling.

If he is really cold-blooded, he can ignore himself, why should he save him?

"It's so annoying."

Ye Xiong turned around and left, too lazy to tell her.

Wen Qingqing was about to catch up when Ye Xiong suddenly turned around and pointed at her: "Don't follow me anymore, otherwise I'm not polite."

With just one sentence, Wen Qingqing forced her back.

Afterwards, Ye Xiong got on the car in the neighboring city.

In the car, Ye Xiong found a no-one location and took out the cowhide roll he got from the maid.

The cowhide scroll is still in Chinese and translated into Burmese language.

"The Stream of the Wind" is a magic that has no attributes. It can be practiced to the Mahayana with speed as wind. It requires the fourth level of Qi refining.

Seeing this spell scroll, Ye Xiong was immediately overjoyed.

After the true energy conversion, he was always very distressed because all the ancient martial arts on his body could not be used, especially the magical footwork such as the Nine Palace Maze Step, which had no power to use.

Now there is suddenly an additional speed spell that can be practiced. How can he not be excited?

At the wedding, Ye Xiong saw Gu Ya use this spell with his own eyes. He almost blinked his head in front of Wen Qingqing and grabbed her, which showed the skills of the storm.

"If it weren't surprisingly difficult, I would have killed the other party with my sword shadow clone. At my speed, it would have been impossible to kill her. If the other party had used this step at that time, he would have escaped without a trace." Ye

Xiong murmured.

At this moment, he remembered the key points of the practice of the Wind Skills in his heart, and was preparing to wait until the bus arrived at the station to find a place to practice this magic. As long as he learned the Wind Step and cooperated with the Red Flame Art, his strength would definitely rise to a higher level.

In the following days, Ye Xiong was immersed in the practice of Qifengbu.

The time of cultivation passes quickly, and in a blink of an eye, another month has passed.

After practicing the Fengfeng Step, Ye Xiong began to wander around the country in China, looking for magic to cultivate.

It is also a waste of nothing to have a realm of empty space. Ye Xiong fully understands this. If he had not killed the second and third princes of the gods and obtained the magic from them, his strength would not have been greatly increased.

The reason why the great cultivation sects such as the Immortal Sect and the God Clan are powerful is that they have their own magic that they cannot pass on.

China is so big that there must be many hidden cultivators. Even if they cannot find magic, their knowledge of themselves can increase.

On this day, Ye Xiong saw someone playing magic on a small town street to the west.

There were many people watching, and cheers kept coming from the crowd.

"Come and have a look, authentic international magic, don't miss it when you pass by, it will definitely open your eyes."

In the middle of the house, a middle-aged man in his forties and with a mustache was shouting. He was wearing a black suit and a small hat on his head, looking like an international magician.

"This is a glass of clear water. Look carefully, don't blink."

After Xiaomouqiu finished speaking, he covered the bottle with both hands. When he let go of his hand again, the glass of clear water that had just been full of water suddenly turned into a piece of ice, crystal clear.

There was a burst of cheers around and applause suddenly began to sound.

"Everyone is happy to watch, I will give you a few small amounts of money. Next, I will continue to change a few for you."

There are some small amounts of money around you, most of which cost a few cents, and not more than five yuan.

There are so many people left, and in a moment, there are dozens of change on the plate.

"I am the best performer. I'll give you a few more pictures when I see it."

Ye Xiong squeezed into the crowd, put a hundred bills on a plate, and said to the big man.

"I don't know what kind of magic this rich brother likes, such as gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and five elements magic. You can choose whatever you want."

The bearded man was very happy to see Ye Xiong as a rich man.

"I belong to gold in the five elements and I also like gold. You can give me the magic of becoming gold." Ye Xiong said.

"Okay, then I'll make you a golden magic."

Xiaomoustache took out a thin iron wire from under the table and handed it to Ye Xiong: "Little brother, try bent the iron wire."

The iron wire is only as thick as a rice stalk, and Ye Xiong easily bent.

"Is it easy to bend?" asked the beard.

Ye Xiong nodded.

"Give me the wire."

Xiaomouzi reached out to take the iron wire, rubbed it for a while, and handed it to Ye Xiong again: "Little brother, try again."

Ye Xiong took the iron wire and gently twisted it, but the iron wire didn't move at all.

"How is it, little brother, are you satisfied with this magic?" Xiao Wang smiled proudly.

Ye Xiong smiled slightly, secretly exerted his strength, and the wire was easily bent.

Such a simple hardening spell can only deceive mortals, but it is useless to meet him.

"It seems that your magic is not very good." Ye Xiong smiled and threw the iron wire in front of him.

Seeing Ye Xiong easily bent the iron wire that had been hardened by himself, Xiao Wang's smile froze instantly.

"Brother, I'm just making a living. You ancient martial artists won't even let anyone eat, right?" Xiao Wang snorted, very dissatisfied.

If you were not a person who had practiced martial arts, it would be impossible to easily bend the hardened iron wire.

Ye Xiong put his hands on his chest and looked at him with a smile.

"You're awesome, I'll go."

Xiaomoustache began to clean up her things and took a moment to clean them up.

When the people around saw that there was no show to watch, they thought Ye Xiong was the urban management master, and they all left immediately.

"I've packed up and won't put it on anymore. Do you need to look at me like this?" Xiaomoustache was very unhappy.

"A cultivator who knows the five elements magic has fallen to selling magic on the street for a living. Are you willing?" Ye Xiong asked suddenly.
Chapter completed!