Chapter 537: Holy Tree Essence

The ten ancestors glanced at each other, and all saw doubts in each other's eyes.
"This is not a place to talk, come with us!"
Did not let Ye Feng continue to speak, but took Ye Feng towards the distant building.
The elven ancestors took Ye Feng, the saint, and some elders of the elves into the depths of the elves.
This is the first time Ye Feng has come to the elves. He watched the whole manor full of bright flowers, many bees flying around, and countless elves girls shuttled among them, full of tranquility.
A tree house appeared, built on a giant tree, this giant tree is ten thousand feet high, and many small tree houses have been built on it.
The elven ancestor swept the magic wand in his hand, and a layer of mist appeared under their feet, holding their bodies forward.
Ye Feng used her body technique, followed closely, and fell on a huge tree trunk. These tree houses were very delicately constructed. In front of the tree houses, a platform was built, suitable for resting when coming up.
The tree house is large enough to accommodate dozens of people sitting down at the same time. In the middle of the tree house, small chairs are placed, because the elves are short in stature and the chairs are small.
This is an extreme race, men are short, all are dwarfs, women are tall, devil-like figures, angel faces.
"Please sit down!"
Old Ancestor Boll motioned to Ye Feng to sit down.
Ye Feng gave a polite voice, sat down, and looked at the elf saint. At this time, he was sure that the elf saint was the woman he saw at the waterfall, and she helped the four women to escape the crisis temporarily.
Ye Feng nodded, slightly apologetic.
"Do you know the rules of our elves!"
Watching Ye Feng sit down, Old Ancestor Boll asked at this time.
Old Ancestor Boll's tone was very calm, without any fluctuations, and his eyes were smiling at Ye Feng.
"Senior please say!"
Ye Feng did not know the rules of the elves, he came for the holy tree.
"Our elves will choose saints every hundred years. Whose blood is the purest will be the saints of this year, inheriting our elves, breeding offspring, hoping to breed a higher race, so every hundred years In time, our elves will choose the most powerful race in the Western Desolate Gods as the object of cultivation!"
Old Ancestor Boll said slowly.
Ye Feng nodded, and the good thing is to look for young and strong people, so that he can be matched with the saint of the Elf race. The more ugly thing is to choose good seeds. This is understandable, because the elves are special.
"If you refuse, obviously you didn't take this matter seriously, so our elves can't help you much!"
Old Ancestor Boer continued, since Ye Feng did not intend to marry the saint, the elves have no obligation to help Ye Feng.
"Old ancestor, Ye Feng has four confidants who have fallen into the destiny psychology of the cat race, and they are now at stake. Please help from the ancestors. As for my business, it can continue in the future!"
At this time, the elf saint stood up and introduced Ye Feng's situation to the ten ancestors.
"It turns out that you need the sacred tree essence of our elves, which is even more impossible. Only the core people of our elves can enjoy the sacred tree essence!"
The other ancestors refused, and it took a hundred years to grow a strand. Listening to the saint's words, Ye Feng still needs four strands, which even killed these ancestors.
Only the elves know the benefits of the essence of the sacred tree. Even a single strand can extend the life span of a hundred years. Not to mention prolonging life, it can also increase the cultivation base. If the elves want to practice magic, they must be baptized by the sacred tree, so the sacred tree It is a symbol of the inheritance of the elves.
"Then how can I get the essence of the holy tree!"
Hearing their unanimous refusal, Ye Feng frowned. He didn't think of forcibly plundering. He still hoped that the elves could take the initiative to take out four strands, even if he used a lot of resources to exchange it.
"Our sacred tree's essence has only grown for a hundred years, and it will not be spread. You should die of this heart!"
An ancestor said bluntly, it is impossible to come out with the spirit of the holy tree.
"If you have any conditions, please put it forward. As long as I can do it, I have all the resources, exercises, and martial arts!"
Ye Feng believes that there is nothing that cannot be exchanged, mainly depending on whether the price is right.
"It's not impossible for you to want the spirit of the sacred tree, you must promise us two conditions, we can send you four strands of the spirit of the sacred tree!"
The silent ancestor Boll thought for a moment and interrupted the others.
"Senior please say!"
With a hint of gratitude, Ye Feng quickly asked Boer's ancestor.
"First, marry the saint, and second, return the misty mist you understand to our elves, and never leak it from now on!"
The old ancestor Boll thought about it again and again, and thought of a way. If Ye Feng married the saint, he would naturally be a member of the Elf race. Everything is easy to discuss. If the misty fog is returned to the Elf race, it is considered a great contribution to the Elf race. , In exchange for the spirit of the sacred tree, it makes sense.
The other ancestors nodded one after another, still thoughtful and thoughtful.
"The first condition is forgiving the younger generation not to agree to it. Isn't this too unfair to the noble saint? It is true that the younger generation already has a few confidantes. If the saint followed me, wouldn't it be wronged the saint!"
Ye Feng spoke very tactfully and tried not to hurt the saint. After all, she was innocent, and she also saved the lives of four women.
"If I said I would!"
A red glow flashed across the face of the saint of the elf tribe. When so many people said such words, he quickly lowered his head in shame. From the first sight of Ye Feng, he was touched by Ye Feng’s true feelings. Infection, for the sake of a few women, I would rather sacrifice myself.
The ten ancestors glanced at each other and didn’t understand why the saint said such a thing. Thinking of the saint’s introduction to Ye Feng, a clear understanding appeared. It seems that Ye Feng and the saint have already known each other, otherwise, what about the saint? Know Ye Feng's situation well.
"Xiaoling, why are you doing this!"
Ye Feng smiled bitterly, Ye Feng didn't want to carry too much, he carried too much, and didn't want to hurt anyone.
"This is my volition. The saints of our elves have come here in this way!"
Xiaoling looked at Ye Feng's eyes. She was pretty happy. The last saint married a monster clan. From then on, she can only live with the monster clan for several decades, although she has inherited a few. The elves came out, but the blood was thin, and the ancestors of the elves failed to appear.
The elven clan hasn't appeared in the elven ancestor for many years, and it has caused the cause of loneliness.
The ten ancestors are not easy to say, Ye Feng looks much more pleasing to the eye than other races, at least he is very humble, knows the way of etiquette, is very powerful, and even understands the lost mist.
"What the predecessor said just now, what I understand is the misty mist of the nobles, what do you say!"
Ye Feng looked at Xiaoling's eyes and couldn't bear to refuse. If she refused, it would really hurt her. When she calmed down, explain to her slowly, maybe she would give up.
"What you have learned from the Red Heaven Dao is the long lost mist of our elves. This is a top-level physical technique, which can be used to teleport space when it reaches its limit!"
The ancestor Boll explained Ye Feng's understanding of misty mist bit by bit. From how to comprehend Ye Feng to atomization, Ye Feng nodded. It turned out that this set of martial arts was called misty mist.
"This junior can do it, organize the misty fog into a book, and return it to your elves!"
Ye Feng didn't have any hidden personalities, anyway, he had already practiced, this misty fog didn't have a certain talent, and he couldn't cultivate to the Dacheng level at all.
"Since you have agreed to both, then we will complete the marriage between you in three days!"
Old Ancestor Boll was very happy. Hearing Ye Feng's promise, the other ancestors also laughed.
"Several seniors, then please help me to save a few friends of juniors!"
As a last resort, Ye Feng could only agree to it first, and waited for them to be rescued, and had a good talk with the saint, and asked the women's opinions by the way.
"In that case, then you come with us, and I will take you to collect essence!"
A group of people were overjoyed and walked out of the tree house to take Ye Feng to the direction of the holy tree. As for the saint, she could not see Ye Feng and had to wait until three days later.
Under the leadership of several ancestors, through a mountain range, into the deeper part of the elves, this is the most precious place of the elves, all kinds of sacred trees grow in them, and each one is thousands of years old. A piece of it is a treasure, no wonder these people squeeze their heads and want to marry a saint.
Once you join the elves, you can enjoy these resources, but Ye Feng is not a selfish person, and he does not lack resources.
The big trees last tens of thousands of years, and ten people can't connect in a circle. It is conceivable how many years each big tree here has grown.
"The front is the sacred tree of our elves. We must walk over it respectfully so as not to cause dissatisfaction with the sacred tree!"
Old Ancestor Boll's tone became very solemn, as if he was telling everyone.
Ye Feng also suppressed his expression and became very solemn. Since Old Ancestor Boll said so, he must have his reason.
After walking a short distance, a strong fragrance came over. Not far in front of Ye Feng, a huge tree appeared with luxuriant leaves, almost covering half of the valley. Above the holy tree, there were more than a dozen trees floating. The golden yellow essence, a breath of life exudes.
"This is the sacred tree of our elves. Every hundred years, a ray of energy will grow!"
Pointing to the sacred tree in front, Old Ancestor Boll introduced Ye Feng.
"What a pure breath of life!"
Ye Feng secretly marveled, even if a dying person is put under the sacred tree and absorbs the breath of life, he will be able to resurrect his death. This is the power of the breath of life.
"Yes, this is the essence of life. The holy tree has nourished us for tens of thousands of years. Our elves depend on the essence of life to reproduce!"
The ancestor Boll didn't hide it. This is the breath of life. A mortal can take a bite and get rid of all diseases, which can prolong life and even live a hundred years.
The cultivator absorbs it, strengthens the body, increases the essence of life, enhances the soul power, and evolves the soul.
This sacred tree is simply a treasure, I don't know how many years it has grown.
"Old Ba, you go collect four strands of the sacred tree's essence, remember, don't disturb the sacred tree, so as not to disturb its rest, once the sacred tree wakes up, it proves that our elves are in trouble!"
Old Ancestor Boll instructed Old Ancestor Dimi to gather four strands of sacred tree essence.