Chen Feng fell to the ground. The bursts of pain that came from his body almost made him faint, but he opened his eyes wide and looked at those who hit him. These people will one day be punished for what they have done.
Pay the price.╠26nbsp;╣
Zhang Qiang's actions attracted many people to watch the excitement. Everyone gathered together and watched everything in front of them excitedly.
"Wang Qiang, use your strength and beat this guy with incomplete spiritual roots to death!"
"Haha, Chen Feng, are you a man? Fight back!"
The faces of the people around them showed excitement, bloodthirsty, disdain, and disgust, but more importantly, they showed jealousy and contempt for those with incomplete spiritual roots.
For immortal cultivators, spiritual roots are extremely important. Spiritual roots are something that is innate. They can determine the speed at which a cultivator absorbs spiritual energy. In other words, the greater the spiritual root, the greater the achievement.
And between immortal cultivators and mortals, there are some special groups of people, they are those with incomplete spiritual roots.
This kind of people have the qualifications to practice, but it is difficult for them to actually practice. Many people often never reach the first level of Qi training in their entire lives. Even if they are lucky enough to get some miraculous medicine, their cultivation level will not be too high.
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Because of this characteristic, this kind of people are miserable. Immortal cultivators look down on them, and mortals are jealous of them. And the most terrifying thing is the immortal cultivators. Generally, they disdain to take action against mortals, but they do not attack such people with incomplete spiritual roots.
No scruples.
"That's enough, do you want to beat him to death?" Suddenly a cold voice came.
Zhang Qiang paused slightly and turned to look at the visitor. He saw a handsome young man in a coarse cloth gown with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes looking at him with a frosty face.
"Yang Zhengyu, let me tell you, you don't mind other people's business as much as him. Don't think that just because your sister is an outer disciple, you can be arrogant. There are many people who are better than her!"
Zhang Qiang obviously did not want to challenge this young man named Yang Zhengyu. Although he said something rude, he had already stopped trying to kick him out.
"Zhang Qiang, what do you mean, if I want to deal with you losers, I still need to rely on others for help?" Yang Zhengyu raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was extremely cold.
"Hmph, isn't it just luck that I entered the second level of the Qi training period? What's so great about it!"
Zhang Qiang curled his lips, then turned to Chen Feng, spat, and walked away disdainfully. When Xu Gouzi and others saw their master leaving, they followed closely and swarmed into the crowd.
"Is it okay, I'm late!" Yang Zhengyu reached out to help Chen Feng, his eyes full of apology.
Chen Feng looked at the only friend in his memory, his heart warmed, and he almost shed tears. It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to provide help when the time is right. Although with Yang Zhengyu's strength, it is not a big deal to stand up for Chen Feng, but this time
Shi Yang Zhengyu's actions really moved Chen Feng.
"Thank you!" Chen Feng was covered in wounds at this time, and the blood on his body had been mixed with the soil. He smiled with difficulty at Yang Zhengyu, but that smile was not much better than crying.
"Come with me. Since I arrived on the second floor of the Qi Training Period, I have applied for dozens of management quotas. I was about to find you, but I didn't expect it."
"Well, okay, after I finish today's work, I will go with you to see Senior Brother Wang Heng!"
"You're like this, what else are you doing? Come on, follow me to find Wang Heng now!" Yang Zhengyu was very dissatisfied with Chen Feng's attitude. Although he knew he was cowardly before, he was still timid here today.
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"No, I must finish it today!" To Yang Zhengyu's expectation, Chen Feng had no intention of leaving, but was very determined.
"Why?"
"Because I have a reason to do it. Trust me, when I finish my work today, I will go find you!"
After saying that, Chen Feng took the lead and walked away without waiting for Yang Zhengyu's objection.
Yang Zhengyu stared blankly at Chen Feng's retreating figure, and suddenly a strange feeling came to his heart. Although the scenes just now kept telling him that this was Chen Feng, he still felt that Chen Feng had changed.
The bright sunshine shines through the wooden window, but Chen Feng cannot feel the slightest warmth.
Along the way, the clothes and the wound were firmly stuck together. Whenever Chen Feng took off his clothes a little, a tearing feeling spread throughout Chen Feng's body.
Chen Feng endured the severe pain, walked to the water tank, filled the bucket with water, then found a clean handkerchief in the room and gently wiped his body.
The cold water slowly wetted Chen Feng's body, and waves of heartbreaking pain kept hitting Chen Feng's heart. He wiped the wound vigorously, as if he wanted to wash away the scars in his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not extinguish the pain in his heart.
Anger, not even the bursts of pain on his body, could not stop his desire to become stronger. Perhaps only blood could heal the scars in his heart.
Suddenly, a tear slipped from the corner of Chen Feng's eye, and the teardrops glowed with crystal glory under the sunlight.
Chen Feng raised his fist and slammed it against the barrel. The barrel made a muffled sound, and a pain shot through his hand. However, Chen Feng ignored it and hit the barrel crazily, causing large drops of blood.
It sprayed out in his hand.
The wood chips that were knocked away had penetrated deeply into his flesh, but Chen Feng seemed not to notice, and kept hitting him with his scarlet eyes open.
"bump!"
Finally, the barrel broke into pieces under Chen Feng's crazy actions. Chen Feng suddenly stopped the movements of his hands. He quietly stared at the broken barrel on the ground, roaring in his heart.
"I want to become stronger. I don't want to suffer this kind of humiliation again. I want to become stronger. I want to trample everyone under my feet. I want to become stronger. I want to become stronger..."
Chen Feng, who was dressed in a coarse green robe, swept all the filth in front of him into the cesspool. Then, he poured clean water on the bluestone floor of the latrine and slowly washed the bluestone floor with a broom.
This is already the last one of the day. It is getting late now. After the delay during the day, I am afraid that I will have to drink cold water to satisfy my hunger again tonight.
With the final cleaning, the electronic synthesized sound finally sounded in Chen Feng's mind.
The cleaning task has been completed.
At the same time as the electronic synthesized sound sounded, a stream of air instantly poured into Chen Feng's body, and Chen Feng suddenly felt that his body seemed to be much lighter.
Chen Feng was overjoyed and didn't care about anything else. He threw down the utensils in his hands, ran out of the hut, and sat cross-legged in the open space outside the hut.
A weak airflow ### flew out of Dantian, and then carefully looked at the spiritual sea at Dantian. Sure enough, the spiritual sea seemed to be stronger than before.
Chen Feng had no time to rejoice, and immediately used his spiritual thoughts to guide the air flow through his body and to his brain. However, what disappointed Chen Feng was that although his spiritual power had increased, his spiritual roots had not changed at all.
In other words, if I want to improve my strength, it seems that I can only do it by constantly completing tasks. But it doesn't matter. As long as I work under Yang Zhengyu, I believe my strength will improve quickly. Maybe I will also have a chance to enter the outer courtyard.
, to become a true immortal cultivator.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng withdrew his thoughts and slowly opened his eyes. A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. He picked up his tools and walked towards the garbage yard.
When Chen Feng returned to the courtyard, it was already dark and the courtyard was as quiet as ever. However, to Chen Feng's surprise, there was a faint candlelight in his room.
Chen Feng felt nervous, but after thinking for a moment, he put the tools in the warehouse and walked towards his room.
When Chen Feng opened the door, what surprised Chen Feng was that Yang Zhengyu was sitting bored in the room. When Yang Zhengyu saw Chen Feng who was full of stench, he quickly covered his nose and said quickly
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"You haven't eaten yet. I've left the food for you. Remember to report to me tomorrow!"
After Yang Zhengyu turned around and ran out of the room, Liu Xi #6 stared blankly at Chen Feng who was looking at the food on the table...
