After Dong Li's thunder was furious, there was a miserable howling, which lasted for more than ten minutes. When everything came to peace, the Li family stained the walls with blood, and corpses were everywhere, from the octogenarians to the breastfeeding of young children, none of them were spared!

Among them is the maid Wu Feng instructed. Before her death, she did something that both relieved her hatred and was a bit cruel: she dressed up Dong Li and Qin Yun's children in a strange way, and then told Dong Li that their children had been taken away by Wu Feng. In the end, Dong Li, who was blinded by hatred, threw his child to death with his own hands!

"The overall situation is the most important thing!"

Dong Li had a dark face. The corpses on the ground could not eliminate the anger in his heart. If it weren't for the reminder from someone around him, I'm afraid he would go to the jungle now, find Wu Feng and tear him to pieces.

"Bring all the property back to the master's sect!" The fierce ideological struggle lasted for more than ten days. Dong Li turned around and walked out of the Li family, jumped over the horse, looked in the direction of the jungle with a gloomy gaze and then whipped away, "Wu Feng, wait until the big thing is understood, let's calculate our account!"

The dynasty has risen and fallen, let alone a small family? If it weren't for Dong Li, the Li family who lost their male relatives would have been gradually swallowed up by other families, but it would be a bit cruel to disappear in this way.

The rich Li family disappeared from this world from then on, and Wu Feng and everyone knew nothing about it.

The power of humans to transform nature is magical. There are many small yurts made of stones emerging from the abrupt abyss. The space inside is not large, and people cannot stand upright. Even if they lie down, they can only accommodate two or three people, but they can shelter from wind and rain.

Under Huang Mang's arrangement, some people entered the waterfall to temper their strength, some people sneaked into the lake to hunt food, some people repaired their residences, and then rotated them step by step. In short, everything seemed so well organized.

Another month has passed, everyone's bodies have been greatly tempered, and their strength has become different from the past. A few people have rushed into the second step under the waterfall.

This waterfall no longer has much value to Wu Feng, but he is not idle either. He feels that he is only a thin layer of window paper from the two-star realm.

Late at night, everyone was sleeping soundly. Wu Feng, who was alone in the room, slowly opened his eyes. After the day of cultivation, he bent down and walked out, came to the lake to move his muscles and bones, and the bones all over his body made a slight cracking sound, but there was a hint of loss between his eyebrows, because he could still be unable to break through the shackles of the two-star soul sage.

"The space soul power is too weak!"

"Oh, I really shouldn't have killed Feng Xiu and the others in an impulse at the beginning, what a pity!"

As he was talking, Wu Feng picked up a fish that was caught, and as the black and red magic light radiated from the palm of his palm, the fish instantly shriveled, like a dried fish that had been exposed to the wind for thousands of years.

The magical art of sealing demons and killing gods is one of the magical scriptures for soul-sucking, and the other is the sword technique. The sword technique is divided into five stages: Yin Feng, Devil Cry, Purgatory, Demon Crying, and God-killing. Wu Feng has fully mastered the former, but his sword technique is not satisfactory.

"It seems that the power of the sword technique is closely related to my own strength!"

When he opened the wrapping cloth, a black short knife appeared. Wu Feng held the handle of the knife with his right hand and gently brushed the blade with his left hand over the sharp edge. In the past month, the iron tool has not changed at all, but it is still about half a meter.

"Don't worry, I can't treat you badly!"

Wu Feng smiled slightly and wrapped it in the cloth again.

"I'll call you Black Blade in the future."

Under Huang Mang's reminder, Wu Feng forced out blood from his heart and dripped into the black blade. Each person and one knife had established a subtle consciousness connection. The black blade wrapped in the cloth immediately buzzed faintly. It seemed that he liked it very much, and Wu Feng smiled slightly again.

Putting away his faint smile, Wu Feng looked up, and then withdrew his gaze after a moment. A familiar coldness emerged from the eyes under his sword eyebrows.

"Dong Li, you should be anxious!"

"Don't worry, I'll go find you now!"

Wu Feng turned around and looked back, his soul power dissipated, and he was about to leave the bottom of the abyss in the next second, without saying goodbye, because the last farewell almost became a farewell forever, but the fluctuations of his breath still awakened Huang Mang.

"Are you leaving?"

"kindness!"

"Okay, but don't force it. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. That's what you said."

Looking at the rough face under the fire, Wu Feng nodded with a smile. When a whistling wind sounded from Xiaozhou, he jumped back and forth on the cliff like a sensitive ape, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Huang Mang looked up and refused to withdraw his gaze: "Brother, take care of yourself, I'll wait for you to come back!"

......

In order to rush, Wu Feng hadn't eaten seriously for several days, and with the lack of water, he had a headache at this time, the afternoon sun shone.

After licking his dry tongue, Wu Feng felt that his throat was about to smoke. Suddenly, a small black dot appeared at the end of his gaze, and then he was overjoyed.

This is a very small village, with only a dozen small houses built with mud and thatch. What surprised Wu Feng was that there was no one figure in his eyes, and the whole village seemed to be shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

"Is it a deserted village?" Jianfeng frowned slightly, and intuition told Wu Feng that things were not simple, but he was so hungry that he still stepped into the village. However, at this moment, a burst of force sounded, and more than a dozen strong men broke through, holding pitchforks, shoulder poles, and long sticks, surrounding him.

"Who?" asked the middle-aged man, looking at Wu Feng, with his eyes full of alertness.

With dark skin and the guy in his hand, Wu Feng knew that these people were all ordinary poor people, so he stretched out his arms and tried his best to show no hostility. "The boy had no intention of offending him, he just came to ask for saliva!"

"No water, go quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being polite." The middle-aged man plucked up his courage and moved forward two steps, aiming the steel fork used to raise grass in his hand at Wu Feng.

There was no complaint in the past, but no hatred in recent days. Wu Feng didn't understand why these people were so cold and fierce. Could it be that the local customs were like this? He had no choice but to drink water, and then he clenched his fists, ready to intimidate him. However, when an old voice came, his clenched fists loosened again.

"Great and strong, don't be rude!"

Everyone put away the guys in their hands and saluted respectfully. Wu Feng looked at the old man, with silver coils, hunched back, and a simple crutch in his hand.

"Please, please!"

"Dad, no, if..." The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped him, and his eyes were still hostile when he looked at Wu Feng.

"What if? If the little brother was theirs, he would have done it long ago, would he still talk nonsense to you?" The old man rebuked lightly, then smiled slightly, and made a 'please' gesture to Wu Feng. In response, Wu Feng also returned the favor with a smile and followed the old man and everyone into a thatched house.

After a few dried fish were eaten, Wu Feng picked up the wine bowl and drank it all. The hot feeling immediately made every pore in his body stretch.

Looking at Wu Feng's red face, the old man smiled slightly, "This is homemade wine, no better than that in the tavern, the little brother will just give it."

"Good wine, good wine!" Wu Feng smiled, then poured another bowl and tilted his head to drink.

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched a little further, but when Wu Feng asked a question, his slack eyes couldn't help but tremble.

"Old man, why are there all men in your village?"

"Dad, I just said he is not a good bird!" The middle-aged man shouted, his rough big hands immediately clenched the steel fork, and the hostile eyes of the rest of the people locked Wu Feng dead.

Seeing the expressions of the old man and everyone, Wu Feng felt that he asked a question that he shouldn't have asked. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just curious to ask."

The atmosphere was a little nervous. After a moment, the old man signaled everyone to calm down and said with a smile: "Little brother, leave here after eating and drinking. It's not that we are inhumane, but there will be something happening in the village these days, so we can't implicate you."

"What's the matter?" Finally understanding why the group of people was astonished as if they were hurt. Wu Feng wiped the corner of his mouth and asked lightly. However, before the old man could speak, a sudden shout came from outside the village. Everyone was immediately happy and rushed out of the door, and he followed him out.

A young man in plain clothes ran all the way into the village, supporting his knees with his hands and breathing the air desperately with his mouth.

"Son, where is the person?" He glanced at the young man, and the old man looked into the distance. When there was only a path leading to the wilderness in his sight, he fell anxious eyes on the young man.

At this time, someone had already brought the water. The boy purred and snorted, and replied in panting: "The two heroes of Yin and Yang have agreed and will arrive tomorrow morning."

The world is like a forest, and people are the birds. When the forest is big, there will be all kinds of birds. Among them, there is a type of so-called ranger heroes who take it as their responsibility to help others solve problems. Of course, this requires collecting property. People like this type of people can have low strength, but their reputation must be loud.

Wu Feng shook his head secretly, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, okay, the two heroes of Yin and Yang come forward, and our lives will be saved!" The old man breathed a sigh of relief and then ordered: "Prepare the wine and meat tonight, and welcome the two heroes tomorrow."

"Yes!" Everyone spoke in unison, because hope was ignited in their hearts, and the expression on their faces was much more relaxed.

Everyone scattered and became busy. The old man looked at Wu Feng who was standing quietly and smiled and said, "Little brother, let's have someone prepare some dry food and water for you to eat and drink on the way."

"Old man, the sky is already yellow. Can you allow a boy to take a break overnight?" Wu Feng said with a polite look.

"Okay!" The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "Dazhuang, take this little brother to the empty room to rest."

......

As night fell, Wu Feng locked himself in the room after dinner. At the dinner table, he inquired about the whole story intentionally or unintentionally, but unfortunately he learned less. Obviously, everyone was still worried about him.

"Only males and no females, was it because they were robbed by bandits?"

"What kind of bandit is it so blatant?"

"Forget it, why do you think so much? You'll know in a few days!"

The dim kerosene lamp shook back and forth, illuminating the beautiful face. Wu Feng sat on the ground, and while waving his arms, a faint breath of soul power slowly spread, and finally formed a circle of protective covers. He was not careful, but he just didn't want to disturb everyone.

Wu Feng closed his eyes and his breathing gradually entered a state of extreme calmness. The next second, the breath of a star soul sage completely dissipated in the protective cover. When the rich gray exploded, his entire forearm and fist turned into a blue-black color of the rock.
Chapter completed!