Here is a peaceful place, almost no practice disciples come here, bamboo forest dotted with a number of wooden houses, are for handyman living. Breeze blowing, the whole piece of bamboo gently swaying, green bamboo leaves issued a rustling sound, fresh air blowing. Li Xiaoman, dressed in white, flapped gently in the wind, the whole person looked like dust, hair black and thick, skin like jade, eyes like water, staring at Ye Fan, said: "You are a mortal, 'source' in your hands have no use." "Although I am only a human being, I also know the value of this kind of thing, and you are immortals who value it so much, how can you say that this thing is useless to me?" Ye Fan weighed the "source" in his hands and smiled: "It contains a lot of life spirit, I think for a mortal, prolonging life i

