Chapter Thirteen These Are All Peerless Magical Skills 1
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Zhan Tian told Yifeng a lot of common sense about the world of cultivation. The more he talked, the more surprised Yifeng became, but he never interrupted. He just listened silently and tried to remember as many things as possible to avoid causing ridiculous things in the future.
Come.
After Zhan Tian finished speaking, Yi Feng asked again what the spiritual talisman hanging on his chest was, and Zhan Tian replied: "That is a protective spiritual talisman. However, its spiritual power has been exhausted, and now it is just a piece of spiritual talisman."
It’s just jade that’s very valuable in the secular world. What’s more, the jade bracelet that the girl cheated away is a storage bracelet, which is valuable to ordinary low-level monks. That magic pill has been erased by me, it won’t
It will have side effects on your future cultivation. However, I suggest you not to cause trouble with that girl now, because she is already at the late stage of foundation building and can crush you to death with just a move of her fingers."
After saying this, Zhan Tian condensed into a thin line and sank into the Zhan Tian Sword. No matter how Yi Feng shouted, Zhan Tian did not come out again, just like an exhausted person falling into sleep.
"Sir, you just said that I have to work hard to cultivate. Now I don't even have a set of cultivation techniques, nor do I have to build a foundation. How can I practice?" Yi Feng felt very unhappy that Zhan Tian gave up the challenge so quickly.
After all, you still have to walk on your own. After thinking about it, Yi Feng came to this conclusion. He is not a fool. On the contrary, he prides himself on being extremely smart. How could he let Zhan Tian arrange everything well? So.
If so, wouldn't it mean that there is no excitement at all?
Now that he knew that this was the realm of cultivation, and that he still had the Sky-Severing Sword, Yi Feng felt a lot more at ease. At the same time, Yi Feng also secretly made up his mind that as long as there was a cultivation method, he would start practicing hard.
Cultivation world! Here I come!
After struggling for such a long time, Yi Feng was now tired and tired. In the howling cold wind, he really couldn't bear it any longer, so he quickly got up and ran towards the hut where the beggars gathered.
However, when Yi Feng arrived at the small shabby house, he saw a tragic scene.
The little beggar who had been with him for several months, as well as the sloppy old beggar, were lying lifeless on the cold ground. The smell of blood mixed with the cold wind filled the air everywhere.
Yi Feng was shocked and turned pale. He shook their cold and stiff bodies one by one, only to find that these people had their throats sealed with a sword. They probably didn't even see the killer's appearance when they died.
Who would attack this group of poor beggars? How could these people provoke those strong men? After spending time with these beggars, Yi Feng knew very well that these beggars are usually very cautious and do not care about those powerful people.
They never dare to mess with people, even if they slap someone on the face, they will smile and call them uncle.
It is simply unbelievable that such a group of vulnerable groups were massacred. The person who did it was too cruel.
When Yi Feng walked to the side of the sloppy beggar, he discovered that the old beggar was not dead yet, so he quietly picked him up and quickly found a medical clinic. The Holy Capital City had just been disturbed by the Heaven-Destroying Sword, and almost every household was
The door was opened, so even late at night, the medical center was open.
However, unfortunately, although the doctor in the medical clinic was kind-hearted and willing to treat the old beggar, the old beggar was hit by a sword through his chest and his lungs were severely injured. The fact that he did not die just now was considered to be the blessing of the Sanqing Taoist Patriarch.
After the doctor examined the old beggar, he shook his head helplessly and said to Yi Feng: "Little brother, I'm afraid only an immortal can cure his injury with a panacea. Forgive me for being incompetent. You can take him away to prepare for the funeral."
Yi Feng knew that he had tried his best, so he didn't need to say anything. He carried the old beggar on his back and left the hospital, and then found a corner where he could avoid the cold wind and put it down.
"Yi...feng...you..."
I felt some sympathy for the plight of this group of beggars, and while I was still thinking about who did it, the old beggar actually spoke up.
"Old madman, I'm here. Tell me who did it. I will definitely avenge you in the future!" Yi Feng put his ear close to the old beggar's mouth, preparing to listen to some useful information. If he really has strength in the future,
I will definitely take revenge for everyone.
"Yi... Feng, cough cough, you must avenge us! I have a few peerless magical skills here, and I will pass them on to you. After you succeed in practicing, you must kill that bastard." The old beggar's breath was weak.
, but with a sad and angry expression.
"How long has it been since you brought up those shabby books of yours? Tell me quickly, who did it!" Yi Feng asked eagerly. This old beggar was dying and could die at any time, yet he still didn't forget him