Chapter Sixteen: Becoming an Apprentice (Part Two)

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  Next, Lingling Xianzi continuously performed several colorful Dao methods, and the crowd was also in a state of ecstatic trance.

  However, Yi Feng remained expressionless. Although he didn't recognize those spells and was amazed by their beauty, he could see that Ling Xian was only focused on showmanship, and his cultivation level was merely at the lowest rank in the Xiuzhen realm.

  Although the strength of the late-stage foundation is many times stronger than that of Yi Feng, Yi Feng will not applaud for the person in the late stage of the foundation. Moreover, this person has also used a trick to rob his own treasure.

  "Little brother, she performed so wonderfully, why are you the only one who remains unmoved and unresponsive?"

  At some point, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a dark blue long gown walked up to Yi Feng's side and asked him with a smile. Yi Feng turned around, looked at the middle-aged man, and at the same time, Zhan Tian's voice sounded in Yi Feng's ear: "This guy has the cultivation of the late Yuan Ying period, don't offend him!"

  Yi Feng's face remained calm and unruffled, his voice light as he said, "This kind of Taoist method is just a trivial trick. Although I'm not talented, I wouldn't deign to applaud for this. Senior, you don't seem to have any reaction either?"

  The middle-aged man was slightly stunned and said strangely: "This fairy's move is extraordinary, I'm surprised, not that I don't want to applaud."

  You can pretend, fortunately, I have Zhantian to see through your strength, otherwise, you would have really deceived me. Yi Feng secretly despised the person in front of him, but his mouth said: "Senior, aren't you from Shengjing City?"

  "Oh? How did you know?" The middle-aged man asked back in surprise.

  "The young one grew up in the Holy City, and most of the people in the city are familiar with him. However, he doesn't have any impression of his senior, so he guessed that his senior is not from the Holy City." Yifeng first explained a sentence, then asked again, "Where did your senior cultivate?"

  The words spoken by Yi Feng earlier did not surprise the middle-aged man in the least, but the supplementary question that followed left him utterly astonished. He had clearly concealed his aura completely, and even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator of similar strength to himself would be unable to see through his disguise, so how on earth did this little kid who looked like he was only six or seven years old manage to find out?

  Yi Feng wanted exactly this effect, seeing the middle-aged man's complex expression, he secretly gloated in his heart: You can't pretend anymore in front of me, can you? I'll give you another dose!

  "Shouldn't a senior like you have the strength of Yuan Ying period?" Yi Feng sneered inwardly, his face pretending to be knowing. His expression didn't change much, making it hard for the middle-aged man to read him.

  The middle-aged man listened to Yi Feng's question, and his eyes involuntarily flashed with a hint of sharpness. He looked Yi Feng up and down, but was disappointed to find that Yi Feng was absolutely an ordinary person without any cultivation, except for the spiritual energy in his body which seemed somewhat abnormal. An ordinary person had actually spoken out the three words "Yuanying Period", which was indeed very unexpected. And Yi Feng was precisely trying to make this middle-aged cultivator, who was pretending to be an ordinary person, take an interest in himself, and then he could...

  "Little brother, this performance of Taoist magic is over. Would you like to have a few drinks with me?" the middle-aged cultivator said to Yi Feng.

  Haha! As expected, you're interested in me! My chance has come! Yi Feng was overjoyed and couldn't help but nod repeatedly: "To be invited by a senior like yourself is a blessing for someone as junior as myself!"

  So, the middle-aged man took Yi Feng to an inn, ordered a private room, and the two of them casually ordered some wine and dishes before starting to chat about the customs and people of Shengjing City. This made Yi Feng feel very depressed, but he also didn't dare ask too many questions.

  After the wine and dishes were ready, the middle-aged man closed the door of the private room, and then surprisingly, he quickly set up a formation with his fingers. He apologized to Yi Feng: "This formation can prevent others from spying, I hope little brother won't mind."

  Yi Feng heard this and hastily said: "It's still better for seniors to think more comprehensively." What was supposed to come, finally had to start.