In the dim room, Chen Feng stared at the elixir in his hand, his expression flickering. ╭(╯3╰)╮
Who is the man in black robe? Why does he want to help him? What is his purpose?
In his own memory, it seems that he does not know such a powerful immortal cultivator at all, so why should the other party help him?
A string of questions, like threads that are constantly interspersed, shuttled through Chen Feng's mind, but he was unable to grasp the slightest clue.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng shook his head helplessly, picked up the elixir in his hand and was about to take it.
But at this moment, Xin Lao stopped Chen Feng with a wave of one hand. At this time, Xin Lao had returned to his previous calmness. He looked at the pill in Chen Feng's hand and whispered.
"Wait a minute, if you take it like this, the master of the spirit-swallowing insect will definitely notice it. I will hide the fluctuations in your body until I can use it while you take it!"
After saying that, the old and new hands opened slightly, their lips moved slightly, and a blue light suddenly appeared, like a trickle, slowly surrounding Chen Feng.
Chen Feng felt a chill on his body. The blue trickle slowly flowed into his body and turned into a ball of blue foam. It slowly swam inside his body. After a short time, the blue foam came to Chen Feng's chest and tightened tightly.
Stick it on the skin of Chen Feng's left chest.
"Okay, take it. Remember to escape from here quickly after taking it. Although I can hide the aura of the spirit-swallowing worm, it can only last for a few hours, which means we don't have enough time!"
The expressions of the old and new people were solemn, and their deep eyes kept rolling in their eye sockets, as if they were thinking about some method.
When Chen Feng heard this, he knew that time was running out, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the exorcism pill without hesitation.
The elixir melted in his mouth, and a refreshing and refreshing feeling spread throughout his body. However, this feeling did not last long. Chen Feng's body trembled violently, and a fleshy flesh color almost the same color as flesh and blood bulged out on his left chest.
The ball keeps rolling.
With every roll of the meat ball, Chen Feng felt as if his muscles were being torn and the pain was unbearable.
Big drops of sweat slid down Chen Feng's forehead. Chen Feng gritted his teeth and persisted. After a while, the flesh ball finally made a hissing sound and, driven by the power of the medicine, turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.
Chen Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Without enough time to rest, he stood up and walked out of the room, sprinting towards the boundless darkness.
The silver moon is high in the sky, and the dots of silver glow are like a boundless ocean, spreading over the vast land.
In the Tianyun Mountains, a black shadow shuttles back and forth, turning into phantoms in the vast forest sea.
"Master, how long can you hold on?" Chen Feng was as fast as lightning, and his whole body seemed like a galloping arrow, moving crazily through the forest.
The old and new were suspended behind Chen Feng, their brows furrowed, and they said in a deep voice: "We can still hide for about two hours!"
The old and new voices were extremely heavy, and Chen Feng was extremely nervous. Although he had reached the foundation building stage, he had not yet had time to learn the art of sword control, so his speed had to be much slower. If he could not escape before disappearing,
Tianyun Mountain, that would be troublesome...
The sky is getting brighter, and a red sun is slowly rising. Yang Ming is sitting cross-legged on the soft couch. The spiritual energy around him flows into his body with every breath and breath, forming a perfect cycle, constantly nourishing his broken body.
.
"Bold evildoer!" A loud shout suddenly rang out in the quiet Shuangjue Palace. Yang Ming opened his eyes fiercely, with anger rolling in his eyes.
"Escaped!" Yang Mingju looked fiercely in the direction of Chen Feng's courtyard, with a cold face and a fierce light in his eyes. Immediately, Yang Mingju stepped on one foot, and his whole body turned into a ball of white light and burst out of the door, disappearing into the distant sky.
.
Qingniu Town is located to the west of Qingyun Mountains. The town is beautiful, rich, peaceful and quiet.
Chen Feng came to a small town and found a pawn shop. When Chen Feng took out a low-grade spiritual weapon, the boss almost went into shock. This was a spiritual weapon. When had ordinary people ever seen such a peerless treasure?
Without hesitation, he took out all the gold and silver in the store and put the spiritual weapon in front of him.
Chen Feng doesn't care about the amount of gold. What he cares about most now is time. But no matter what, if you want to walk in the secular world without money, it is absolutely impossible.
Chen Feng waved his hand, and the dozens of kilograms of gold and silver in front of him disappeared in an instant. The pawn shop owner was immediately shocked. What kind of magical power was this? He could turn so much gold and silver into nothing with just a few clicks. Could it be that the young man in front of him was the same person?
Isn’t the legendary immortal a reality?
Thinking of this, the owner of the pawn shop fell to his knees with a plop, kept worshiping, and shouted, "The immortal's magic can reach the sky, please take me in and do the work of a dog and horse for you!"
But when the pawn shop owner stood up, Chen Feng had already disappeared from the pawn shop.
People who cultivate immortals generally do not disturb the order of the secular world. Chen Feng knew that he could not escape Yang Mingju's pursuit, so he chose to live in Qingniu Town out of desperation.
In his opinion, in the secular world, even those who are cultivators of immortality do not dare to be too presumptuous. After all, if they do so, they will be regarded as a shame to the world of immortality by others.
In a remote alley, Chen Feng saw no one around him, so he sent his spiritual thoughts into the split soul. The split soul flashed and the mirror image appeared in front of Chen Feng.
Chen Feng ### handed over a ring to the mirror image, and then the two ### walked out of the alley and walked in both directions of Qingniu Town.
Chen Feng is now holding on to his last glimmer of hope. Regardless of whether Yang Mingju dares to cause trouble for him in Qingniu City, he must seize the time to practice. This time he is separated from the mirror image to prevent the new and old from knowing too many of his secrets.
Yuelai Inn, one of the major inns in Qingniu City, Chen Feng walked into the inn slowly, chose an ordinary room, and then walked into the room uneasily.
Inside the room, the decoration was simple, with only a large bed and a wooden chair. Chen Feng was not picky either. He slowly got up on the bed and used the Spirit-Inducing Art to activate the spiritual energy around his body.
At the same time, outside Qingniu Town, a white light cut across the sky and instantly reached the top of Qingniu Town.
Yang Ming raised his foot and stepped on the flying sword, looking towards Qingniu Town with an unnatural expression. In his eyes, people in the secular world were just like ants. If he captured Chen Feng in a big way, he would be the butt of ridicule.
But this kid Chen Feng is weird and cunning. If he is allowed to escape again, he will have to stop trying.
Thinking of this, Yang Mingju's expression turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "If you can absorb his spiritual roots and reach the elixir formation stage, so what if you are laughed at!"
After saying this, Yang Mingju snorted coldly, tapped his hand lightly, and flew towards the west side of Qingniu City, which direction was exactly where Yuelai Inn was.
Chen Feng kept absorbing the spiritual energy around him, but secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that Yang Mingju would give him enough time to improve his strength. Although Chen Feng also felt that this matter was undoubtedly a fantasy, he found that he had no other choice but to
Wait with peace of mind.
While Chen Feng was thinking wildly, there was suddenly a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground outside Yuelai Inn, and then a vast burst of spiritual pressure suddenly swept through the entire inn. At the same time, a cold and familiar voice suddenly sounded,
"My good disciple, Master is here to pick you up. Come back to the mountain with Master as soon as possible..."
Uh, brothers, Xiaofan has a bad cold, and now he can’t open his eyes 7e! I’ll try my best to write. As for whether I can post an update today, Xiaofan will do his best 7e!
