"Heavenly catastrophe? It can't happen! I'm a rookie in the foundation building stage..."

Before Yang Feng finished speaking, there was a thunderous blast from the top of the auction space.

Everyone present has not yet reacted.

"Damn it! This is a bolt from the blue!"

Yang Feng was the first to be unable to sit still, because the thunder and lightning fell towards his position.

Paralysis spread throughout his body, and Yang Feng never dreamed that he would be struck by lightning.

"Black Magic Thunder?! The thunder tribulation started during the foundation building period? But this thunder tribulation must have come a little late, right?"

Not to mention that Yang Feng was stunned by the attack, even the residual immortal in the humanoid pendant didn't understand.

Thinking back to the time when he had just started to survive the thunder tribulation in the Bigu stage, this Yang Feng was actually more evil than he was back then.

No, this matter must be kept secret. Canxian directly used the remaining magic power to create an independent space for Yang Feng to survive the thunder tribulation.

"Old man, please explain to me...clearly..."

Yang Feng had just regained some consciousness and was about to settle the score with Canxian, when the second thunderbolt fell mercilessly towards his Tianling Cap.

"Ah!... It's going to take... a life..."

Yang Feng did not accept his fate, even the thunder from the sky could not kill him.

During the foundation building stage, in the mortal body state, when Yang Feng's physical body broke through the mortal body, it did not attract the thunder from the sky. However, it took a while to build the foundation, and the thunder from the sky came belatedly.

"Yang boy, hold on! The baptism of the black magic thunder will be of infinite benefit to your future body training."

Canxian's voice reached Yang Feng's ears, but Yang Feng was not distracted by it. The reason was simple: his strength did not allow it!

Yang Feng used his first-level mortal body to resist the black magic thunder. He knelt down on one knee, with him as the center, and a large crater was created around him by the thunder.

At this moment, Yang Feng smelled of burning, there was not a single piece of meat on his body, he was wearing tattered robes, and his breath was extremely weak, as if he would die anytime, anywhere.

Before Yang Feng could make adjustments.

boom!

Long!

There was a dazzling white light, accompanied by a thunderous explosion, and Yang Feng, who was half-kneeling in the pit, had an intimate kiss with the ground.

Half of the body was buried in the soil.

There was not a single piece of good meat on the whole body, but the alluring smell of barbecue came from it.

"Tsk tsk! Isn't your kid dead?"

Seeing Yang Feng's head buried in the soil, with only two 'scorched' feet exposed, Canxian felt a little bit. Seeing that Yang Feng had no reaction, he continued to tease.

"You can go in peace and don't worry about it! I will take care of your wife."

Without enough time to feel the changes that had taken place on his body, Yang Feng pulled his head out of the deep soil and cursed loudly.

"Damn old man, why are you scolding me? I'm not dead yet, and you're still thinking about my wife. I'll fight you."

"Impulse is the devil! Feel the changes in your body."

Once the goal is achieved, enough is enough for the disabled immortal. After all, Cao Cao's behavior is still somewhat shameful.

"Huh? Molt!"

That's right! Yang Feng's skin, which was originally burnt by the black devil's lightning, began to peel off layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a snake shedding its skin.

The skin is like gelatin and can be broken with a blow. This is the new skin that grows after the burnt skin on Yang Feng's surface falls off. It is simply better than a woman's skin.

A layer of faint fluorescence is attached to the surface of the body, and the cells in the skin are constantly dividing and reorganizing. At this moment, Yang Feng seems to be reborn, and every inch of his skin seems to have infinite power.

"Seventh level of mortal body?!"

This kind of improvement made Yang Feng unable to talk to himself for a long time. Even if he uses the medicinal bath of Canxian to refine his body, it will take a long time, right?

You must know that before the Thunder Tribulation, Yang Feng's physical realm was the first level of the mortal body realm. To practice in the mortal body realm, you need to open up the twelve meridians of the human body to store mortal energy and accumulate strength.

Three black magic thunders directly helped Yang Feng open ten meridians, and he reached the seventh level of the mortal body like a rocket.

Physical strength has also increased from three thousand kilograms before to four thousand kilograms now.

"How's it going? Does it feel good? Do you have the urge to be struck by lightning all the time?"

Canxian looked at Yang Feng's dull expression and couldn't help but continue joking.

"Damn it! Who the hell wants to be struck by lightning? Don't think that the past will be wiped out. If you don't explain it clearly, get out of here now!"

Yang Feng still has lingering fears about Lei Jie. Except for the second thunderstorm that fell and gave him a buffer, giving him time to react and resist, the other two times, he used ordinary weapons without any precautions.

The physical body at the first level of physical realm resists hard, and every time I feel like I am on the verge of death.

Although this harvest is quite big, to Yang Feng, these are not as important as his own life. Cultivation is important, but if his life is gone, how can he save his mother? How can he reunite their family? How can he still cultivate?

What fairy?

"Boy Yang, I have to find the reason from you."

"Old man, what do you mean?"

Yang Feng looked at it carefully, hehe! He looks so handsome again.

Dressed in a black robe, with flowing hair, fair face, and handsome facial features, he is more than one level more handsome than before.

"The Five Elements Spiritual Roots. The establishment of the Five Elements Spiritual Roots is basically a move against the heavens. In addition, you are also cultivating the physical body. Do you think it is reasonable to say that thunder from the sky will not strike you?"

Canxian started his deception method again.

"Then how do you calculate this delay? It has been at least half an hour since I broke through the foundation building. What does it mean by coming at this time? What kind of broken place is this? Didn't I attend the auction in Lingbao Market?"

Yang Feng finally realized something was wrong. This environment was too unfamiliar.

"Boy Yang, in short, being exposed to thunder tribulation earlier will only benefit your cultivation. You have also felt the benefits of black magic thunder on your body. Let's go out."

Canxian did not answer Yang Feng's question because he himself did not know which song Tiandao was singing.

During the foundation-building period, the thunder tribulation is still a level higher than the ordinary sky thunder, the ‘black magic thunder’.

After Canxian finished speaking, Yang Feng appeared at the VIP seat.

It seems that no one noticed during the time he disappeared. Of course, all this is thanks to Canxian. If Canxian hadn't opened an independent space in time when the black magic thunder fell, this would have allowed Canxian to

Keep Yang Feng’s secret.

"Wow! So handsome!"

"Brother, how come you just go out and...could it be that you're going for plastic surgery?"

"Goddess! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!..."

…

As soon as Yang Feng appeared at the VIP table, he attracted a group of female monks.

"This damn charm!"

At this time, Yang Feng still remained aloof and did not talk to anyone. What he hated most these days were these people who only care about their appearance.

When he was not so handsome before, there was no way he would be able to get rid of him. Now that he has become handsome after passing through the tribulation, he comes to fawn over one after another, no way!

"Young boy Yang, what you asked for is here. One more thing, remember that you won't survive the thunder tribulation. Don't tell anyone about it, otherwise you will face endless pursuit."

During the journey of cultivating immortals, most monks will not survive the thunder tribulation until they have reached the golden elixir stage. It is unheard of for someone to begin to overcome the tribulation before the golden elixir.

Once such a monster appears, if it cannot be used by them, then they will naturally not be able to let such a person grow. This is an unchanging iron law in the path of cultivating immortality.

"I understand, don't always be like a crow."

Recalling that when the thunder disaster came, he was discussing this topic with Canxian.

On the auction stage, behind the cheongsam woman were two men in black, carrying a heavy wooden box.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the wooden box, and they no longer paid attention to Yang Feng. After all, he was handsome but could not be eaten.

"These are the materials for making high-grade spiritual armor, obsidian, blue iron stone, and sky stone, fifty yuan each. The starting price is six thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

Hearing the introduction of the cheongsam girl, Yang Feng's eyes were intense. He was now at the seventh level of the mortal realm, and his cultivation was in the early stage of foundation building. If he could get this box of materials for refining spiritual armor, he could create one that could carry two enchantments.

The inscribed magic armor.

By then, even without using the power of desolation, he would still be able to fight against the monks in the late stage of Bigu stage.

"Tsk tsk! Good thing, I just need a set of spiritual armors. I'll give you eight thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

"Tch! Is a set of high-grade spiritual armor worth this price? I'll pay 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones."

"Two thousand middle-grade spiritual stones."

The person bidding was the handsome young man sitting next to Yang Feng. Of course, this was before we knew that he had a "shemale" habit.

"Two thousand...medium-grade spiritual stones..."

This 'transvestite' young master is wearing a blue robe and holding his chin with one hand. It seems that these two thousand middle-grade spiritual stones are just a drop in the bucket to him.

After he raised the price, no one continued to bid. Being able to come up with 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones was already the limit for many casual cultivators because they had no power behind them. If they could come up with 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones, they would be willing to give it all.
To be continued...