"Zhenshan Fist!" Wu Feng read out the words in a deep voice, and then looked at the opposite side, "Brother, is this the boxing technique you use?"

"Not bad!" Huang Mang nodded and replied: "I think your soul power and breath are still in the original form of mercury. I think you haven't practiced your soul skills yet."

The magical power of sealing demons is too inferior to demons and cannot be easily used. Wu Feng, the serious soul skill, really, did not. He nodded, "Brother, are you going to teach me this boxing technique?"

Huang Mang smiled slightly, "Yes, it depends on whether you want it or not!"

Soul skills are divided into four levels: Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, and each level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Generally, low-level skills are recorded on the simplest pages of the book. A slightly higher quality will be recorded in some items with soul power. Wu Feng quietly looked at the light bamboo pieces on the table. The Zhenshan Fist should be of high quality, but why did Huang Mang ask that?

"Brother, are there some unavoidable disadvantages in practicing Zhenshan Fist?" Wu Feng asked.

Huang Mang shook his head and replied: "Some soul skills can indeed bring backlash to the subject, but this Zhenshan Fist will not."

Wu Feng was a little confused, and at this time Huang Mang continued, "The reason why I asked you if you are willing is because of its origin."

"Source? Where does it come from?" Wu Feng asked back.

"Blood Master!"

Wu Feng was shocked. When he first went to the black market and mentioned the Blood Sect with Chen Cong Wuxin, the latter's words and deeds were quite strange, as if he was deliberately avoiding the topic. Now it seems that not only Chen Cong, but even Huang Mang has a close relationship with the Blood Sect. This is also the fault of Wu Feng himself. He was too late to go to the final decisive battle a month ago, otherwise he would have learned this from the conversation between Huang Mang and Feng Xiu.

Looking at Wu Feng's eagerness to be in the truth, Huang Mang smiled faintly and decided to start from the beginning.

"I was actually a disciple of the Blood Sect, and Dong Li was the brother who entered the door with me. Because of the reason why we entered the door together, our relationship was as close as brothers. Back then, he was upright, chivalrous, and had excellent qualifications. He quickly became the best among the disciples, and I was gradually forgotten and often bullied. Every time he helped me to rescue me and avenge me."

When Huang Mang was talking, happiness was inadvertently revealed between his eyebrows. It seemed that he missed the past very much. Wu Feng nodded secretly. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would have thought that the dark Dong Li had such a bright side. But Huang Mang immediately turned the subject and his iron eyebrows frowned, and hatred appeared.

"But, since the Blood Master determined that he was the key to train, everything changed. He began to practice the Blood Palm Print, and his whole body was full of resentment. Later, one time I was bullied by three old disciples. When I saw him coming, I felt confident in my heart, but he turned a blind eye and walked past me like a passerby. The cold glance at the corner of his eyes was like an ice cone deeply piercing into my heart. From that moment, I knew that he was no longer the Dong Li he used to be, nor was he the good brother who protected me and helped me."

After pouring a bowl of water and handing it over, Wu Feng felt a little worried. What people like Huang Mang are most unacceptable is the betrayal of their brothers, but Dong Li could not say it was betrayal. The first brothers, who were in the same world, entered the Blood Master together, worked hard to practice together, and resisted the oppression of old disciples. Later, Mo Ru passers-by no longer had any intersection in their world. One was the target of the sect's focus and was superior, and the other was mediocre qualifications and gradually became the lowest-level role. But if it was just for this reason, Huang Mang would be too pretentious.

Huang Mang took a sip, his throat suddenly felt cool, and the hatred on his face slightly calmed down.

"Since then, I have been practicing madly, but qualifications have become the biggest obstacle. The master has been slow to let me practice soul skills. Finally one day, I made up my mind to sneak into the library in the middle of the night, preparing to steal the bloody palm prints. However, not only did I not find it, but I was found. In panic, I picked up a piece of bamboo and flew out of the city."

"They didn't chase you?" Wu Feng understood Huang Mang's reckless behavior very well. He had a deep understanding of the desire for powerful strength.

"Yes, they chased me all the way to the front of the Heilong Mountains. The person who led the lead was my former good brother, Dong Li! Haha, he thought he had killed me, but he never thought that I was still there and was finally rescued by a hunter."

Wu Feng's eyebrows trembled, and he finally understood where Huang Mang's hatred came from. "After that, my elder brother went to the jungle to set up his own door?"

"No! How can I not avenge my deep blood sea? After the injury healed, I sneaked back to Luofeng City, but after several life and death, I met Chen Cong, and he advised me to stay in the mountains without worrying about no firewood, so I left Luofeng City and came to the jungle."

"Chen Cong is right. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!" Wu Feng nodded and said.

Hearing Wu Feng's words, Huang Mang exclaimed a self-deprecating voice.

"It's not too late for ten years? Haha, I'm afraid I will never be able to avenge this bloody feud in my life."

Time can dispel everything, but it cannot dispel the deep hatred of blood. If it weren't for the conversation tonight, who would have known that Huang Mang, the man who roared like a thunder, was still enduring such pain in his heart? Wu Feng clenched his fists secretly and said in a deep voice: "Brother, I will get this hatred for you."

Killing ten one-star soul warriors in one move, and brute force and cruelly cut off the two-star soul warriors' throats. This sentence came from Wu Feng's mouth. Huang Mang believed it deeply. Perhaps Wu Feng is not Dong Li's opponent for the time being, but time will prove everything.

"Haha, okay, brother believes in you!"

When Yu Guang was attracted by the faint light on the table, Wu Feng continued to ask: "Brother, is this the bamboo piece you stole back then?"

Sweep away the haze of the past, Huang Mang handed the bamboo pieces to Wu Feng without any stinginess.

"That's right, God has eyes, which made me steal the Zhenshan Fist in panic. The Blood Master's killer move is called 'one palm and one punch'. One palm is the blood palm print. Then this punch is the Zhenshan Fist. They are all yellow-level top-grade soul skills."

Feeling the bamboo slices in his palm, Wu Feng was a little confused and asked: "Brother, why have you never seen Feng Xiu and others use the Zhenshan Fist?"

"I don't know this either. Even back then, there were very few people who practiced Zhenshan Fist in the master's sect, and most of them chose the Blood Palm Seal."

"Okay, but this is also in line with the human nature of the group. Good horses are paired with saddles, and flies love feces!" Wu Feng laughed, but then he became serious. "Brother, if you fight Anzhen, Dong Li will not give up. Even the entire Blood Master will be involved. This is not a place to stay for a long time."

How could Huang Mang not have thought about this problem? It is like dreaming that the Li family's women and children kept their mouths tightly. Dong Li or the entire Blood Sect will sooner or later lock the black market. He thought for a moment and spoke slowly, while also putting his inquiring eyes on Wu Feng.

"I'm going to break the brothers into pieces, scatter them into the jungle to hide them, and wait for the limelight to come over."

This is a good idea, but with the strength of the Blood Master, even if the jungle is vast and complex, someone will always be caught and die. Wu Feng nodded and continued: "It turns out that my brother had plans, but I have a better place to go."

Wu Feng roughly told the story at the bottom of the abyss, and Huang Mang was stunned.

"No wonder you boy is so resistant to the attack, and you are not afraid of soul attacks!"

For Huang Mang, tempering his body is of great benefit to soul power cultivation. He has been staying in the One-Star Soul Man for more than ten years and may be able to take the opportunity to break through. For other people in the black market, including Fangshan, Chen Cong, Zhang Long, consolidating the body and enhancing their strength are the only way to improve their strength. More importantly, the bottom of the abyss is extremely deep, and not only has steep cliffs that make people afraid, but even if they jump off the cliff and fall into the torrent, they still need to go downstream to reach it.

"Brother, are you interested?"

"Yes, of course there is!"

"Will we leave tomorrow?"

"OK!"

Seeing that Huang Mang was excited at first, then became restless and excited, Wu Feng grinned, and his soul power scattered to his palm. When it penetrated into the bamboo slices, lines of small words rushed into his mind, and after a moment, he returned the bamboo slices.

"What?" Huang Mang asked in confusion.

"It's all here," Wu Feng pointed to his temple and smiled.

"What brain..."

......

The next day, it was dark, and a team of dozens of people left the black market and headed deep into the jungle.

After walking deep and shallow in the rugged dense forest for more than half a day, they stood on a cliff, with no bottom, clouds lingering, and the sound of turbulent water was endless.

After a moment, a tall figure smiled slightly and jumped down first. Everyone followed closely without any worries.

The underground river rushes, and the turbulent water surface suddenly splashes. Without resisting the power of the water flow, everyone floats their heads out of the water surface and goes down until they reach the end and are ruthlessly swallowed by the waterfall.

The strong sense of weightlessness made everyone's hearts rise to their throats, but after a moment, the scene in front of them surprised them again. Zhang Long, who had been dealing with the jungle for most of his life, had an old eyes full of disbelief, and Fang Shan's surprise was no less than him. Chen Cong seemed even more excited. He was the first person to appear here, but he was scared away by the cliff above his head.

"Brother, is this where you are talking about?" Huang Bang looked up at the narrow sky, looked down at the rugged lake surface and the steep walls surrounding him. Huang Bang swallowed and asked.

"Yes!" Wu Feng smiled faintly, pointing at the Nine-Tian Meteorite that was like a small reef island, "Stand under the waterfall can temper your body."

Looking along Wu Feng's fingers, everyone's eyes suddenly opened larger than eggs, the sound of water was rustling, majestic, powerful and powerful. The waterfall poured down like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens.

Just as everyone reached the bottom of the abyss, a cruel roar from the Li family shook the entire He'an Town!
Chapter completed!