In the days that followed, Chen Feng did not enter a state of cultivation, but carefully planned his next path.╞26nbsp;╡
Looking back on the past, during his more than ten years of cultivation career, the old and the new have always been by his side, and without his presence, Chen Feng always felt that something was missing, but the fact is the fact, even if Chen Feng still does not want to believe it,
The old and new really left him.
A few days later, the ancient Buddha and the little girl drifted away, leaving behind a few low thatched huts and a lonely Chen Feng.
The Yunmiao Mountains are located in the northwest of Nanning. The mountains are covered with large areas of virgin forest. There are many small animals in the mountains and the vegetation is lush. It is an ideal place for hunting in the surrounding villages.
The hut where Chen Feng lived was built on a flat land in the Yunmiao Mountains. Although the environment of the Yunmiao Mountains was beautiful, it was not favored by the Nanning monks because the place lacked spiritual energy and was not easy to practice. Therefore, in the endless years, only mortals
Just step in occasionally.
Walking out of the house, Chen Feng walked in the quiet dense forest of Yunmiao Mountain. Within the dense forest, he saw waterfalls, flowing springs, lush vegetation, and the breeze and the chirping of birds from time to time, all showing a sense of peace.
"It is true that the spiritual energy is too weak, and it is difficult to make progress in cultivation here!" As he walked, he felt the spiritual energy around him. Although Chen Feng said this, there was no trace of disappointment on his face: "But the more places like this,
, but the more suitable it is for me to live here forever!”
Nodding with satisfaction, Chen Feng found a flat piece of land near the hut where he lived, and then prepared to clear the land of vegetation.
But just when Chen Feng was about to take action, the corner of his eye accidentally glanced at a huge mountain peak not far away, and the movement of his hand stopped, and his eyes flashed with light.
Over the past few days, Chen Feng has thought carefully about it. Now that he has lost everything and is weak, the only honor guard is the system in his head. The system is very powerful, but for many years, Chen Feng has not used it to its full potential.
, if I make good use of it this time, I might be able to exert immeasurable power.
Therefore, Chen Feng decided to study the system painstakingly in the following days, and then use the system to deal with the alliance.
However, when Chen Feng wanted to reclaim the spiritual energy land near his residence, he suddenly had an idea and had a new idea.
The power of the Alliance is so great that it is simply unimaginable. If I want to fight him, I must turn from light to darkness and not let them discover any clues. But in the clear world, facing the ubiquitous Alliance, how can I avoid their eyes?
Woolen cloth?
This problem has been entangled with Chen Feng, making Chen Feng puzzled. However, the appearance of the giant mountain finally gave Chen Feng a glimmer of hope.
"Yes, that's right! If you want to develop a secret base from light to darkness and build an underground city, it is definitely the most ideal method!"
Thinking of the underground city, Chen Feng almost shouted with excitement. As long as he has enough manpower, he can completely use the system to build a large underground base in a short period of time. As long as he manages it carefully, I believe that one day in the endless years, one day
You can challenge the alliance yourself.
The figure ### crossed through the dense forest and came to the giant mountain after a while. He looked up at the majestic giant mountain. Chen Feng nodded secretly. Then with a thought, he waved his hand to a little behind him. The eight branches snapped in response and moved towards Chen Feng like lightning.
The wind blows.
Reaching out to grab the branch, Chen Feng weighed it up and down, and then a stream of spiritual energy turned into a golden mist, surrounding the eight branches. In an instant, the branches were reduced to the same length and returned to Chen Feng's palm.
"Fortunately, I learned how to arrange the confusion array from my master, but I don't know what role these eight branches can play!" Chen Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, sat cross-legged, and mixed his spiritual thoughts with golden spiritual energy towards the eight branches.
The branches rushed away, and Chen Feng turned his palms into fingers. Ancient words appeared in the air and were driven into the branches after a while!
The branches trembled violently, as if they could not withstand the squeeze of the spiritual energy and were about to explode at any time. Chen Feng frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and sighed.
As Chen Feng sighed, there was a snapping sound, eight branches burst in unison, and eight golden auras flew out from the branches and dissipated into the air.
"No, the material of the branches is too poor and cannot withstand the influx of powerful spiritual energy. What should I do?" After sighing softly, Chen Feng smiled bitterly, thinking about his master, every tree and plant can form an array, and every flower and every fruit is powerful.
Zhen Fangyuan, but compared with his master, he is not even a little bit worse.
"Why can the master do it, but I can't?" Chen Feng secretly thought about what went wrong. After thinking for a long time, Chen Feng felt that it shouldn't be the difference in cultivation, because every time the old and new formations were formed, they used themselves.
The body layout seems to be based on experience and proficiency in squeezing spiritual energy.
However, Chen Feng understood that if he wanted to master this kind of thing, it would not happen overnight. He didn't have much time to study it right now, so he got up and flew towards the outskirts of the Yunmiao Mountain Range.
Muye Village is located on the outskirts of the Yunmiao Mountains. The village is small, sparsely populated, and seems to be isolated from the world. Most of the residents in the village make a living by hunting. They live in poverty and have strong folk customs.
When Chen Feng stepped into Makino Village, the sun was already in the west, and smoke was rising from most of the houses. The small village was bathed in golden sunlight at sunset, making it extremely beautiful.
"Who are you?" Several children playing at the entrance of the village asked when they saw Chen Feng, who was dressed in coarse linen clothes, their eyes widened curiously.
"Haha, little brother, where is the blacksmith shop in the village?" Chen Feng smiled, squatted down, and reached out to touch the child's head.
"Don't touch my head, you'll be stupid!" The child obviously did not accept Chen Feng's kindness, shook his head vigorously, and then pointed in a direction behind him: "Here, turn left over there, the third house
, it’s Grandpa Zhao’s blacksmith shop!”
After the child said this, he turned around and ignored Chen Feng, and continued to play with the children. When Chen Feng saw the child's unfriendly behavior, he did not get angry, smiled, got up and walked in the direction the child said.
Grandpa Zhao's blacksmith shop is not conspicuous, probably because there is not much business on weekdays. The shop is only a few square meters in size. The room is filled with various iron tools, making it very crowded. Among the many iron tools, there is an old man with an old face and wrinkled clothes.
, leaning sluggishly on a worn-out rocking chair that was about to fall apart, taking a nap.
"Hello, is this Uncle Zhao?" Chen Feng walked into the blacksmith shop, looked at the surrounding scenery, and asked softly.
"Huh? A foreigner?" The old man reluctantly opened his somewhat confused eyes and looked at Chen Feng, with a trace of curiosity flashing across his face.
Chen Feng didn't pay attention. Very few people set foot in this kind of wilderness village. It's not an exaggeration to show curiosity when seeing strangers, so he nodded with a smile: "Yes, I am passing by this village and asked Uncle Zhao to shoot some sperm."
Steel cudgel!"
"Fine steel?" Uncle Zhao smiled, looking at Chen Feng as if he was an idiot, and then curled his lips and said: "Boy, you must have a fever. Not to mention the price of fine steel, you can afford it.
, you can’t find such fine materials as fine steel in Makino Village!”
Well, Chen Feng was startled for a moment, and then he became ashamed. Yes, he usually never thinks too much about such trivial matters. Now it seems that it is really too abrupt. Fine steel is a rare material in the mortal world.
How could such a small wilderness village appear?
Thinking of this, Chen Feng smiled apologetically and said, "Uncle Zhao, if I provide the materials, I don't know the price!"
"Do you have fine steel?" Uncle Zhao's eyes bulged, he looked at Chen Feng with some disbelief for a while, then shook his head, snorting at Chen Feng's words with full disdain.
"Is this enough for you?" Chen Feng smiled faintly, and with a flip of his hand, a black square steel body weighing more than ten kilograms appeared in his palm.
"This, is this top-grade black steel?" Uncle Zhao's whole body was shaken violently. He stood up on the rocking chair and walked to Chen Feng in a few steps. He touched the black steel in Chen Feng's hand with trembling hands.
"That's right, it's Wu Gang. Since we already have the materials, I wonder if Uncle Zhao can make some short sticks for me!" Looking at the astonished Uncle Zhao, Chen Feng took back his hand and let Uncle Zhao hold the Wu Gang.
Steel, a feverish daze.
"The price is negotiable. I wonder how long and heavy the short stick you want!" Although Uncle Zhao was talking to Chen Feng, he could no longer take his eyes away from Wu Gang.
"Eight short sticks, half a foot long and half a catty heavy will do!"
"Eight rods, half a foot, weighing half a catty, okay, I've written it down, but ### black steel is extremely hard. If you want to refine it, it will only take a few days. As for the price..." When talking about the price, Zhao
The uncle seemed a little hesitant and seemed unable to speak for a while.
Chen Feng kept staring at Uncle Zhao and smiled softly in his heart. In fact, he did not have any money. Although the ancient Buddha left a ring for himself when he left, it only contained some simple daily needs, so
Chen Feng thought about it and smiled.
"Uncle Zhao, in terms of price, do you think this is possible? I think eight short sticks will not use up half of the black steel at best. Then the remaining black steel will be regarded as the reward this time. What do you think?
"
"You, you mean to give me all the remaining materials?" Uncle Zhao looked at Chen Feng with shock on his face. After a moment, he nodded repeatedly as if he was afraid that Chen Feng would regret it: "Okay, okay, it's settled, three
God, it only takes three days and eight short sticks of the same size to complete. When the time comes, you can come and get it!"
"Okay!" Chen Feng smiled calmly, told him the size of the stick, and then turned and left.
Looking at Chen Feng's leaving figure, Uncle Zhao stroked the shiny black steel body with joy, doting on him extremely. However, when Chen Feng walked out of Uncle Zhao's sight, Uncle Zhao's expression suddenly changed, and the old look on his face
It disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a solemn look on his face.
"Such a powerful spiritual energy. I'm afraid this boy already has the cultivation of pill formation. Why does this great magical power come to our village? Does he have any evil intentions?"
Speaking of this, Uncle Zhao moved, a trace of spiritual energy suddenly emerged, and the whole person disappeared into the small blacksmith shop like lightning...
