Wu Feng followed He Lin to find several caves with seven-step three-headed snakes. Unfortunately, even the shadow of the two-path four-leaf clover was not visible. Seeing that seven hours were about to pass, the latter's eyes were filled with tears.

After patting the girl who turned around and sobbed gently, Wu Feng knew her relationship with Qian Chong and comforted her: "Go back, maybe others have found herbs. Your brother Chong is waiting for you in the village!"

He Lin turned around and wiped her eyes. Her little face was already crying, "Really?"

Wu Feng and Zheng pointed out, sometimes kind lies can bring great comfort to people, "Let's go!"

Hunting Village, in a room.

The black air on his face became heavier and heavier. Qian Chong was lying on the bed and was as angry as a gossip. He Lin no longer had tears and lay on the head of the bed and watched quietly. However, this silence was filled with endless sadness. Wu Feng and He Qingsong were also there, and they were also silent while standing by the bed.

There were rapid footsteps outside the door, and the door was pushed open immediately. Wu Feng and He Qingsong hurriedly turned their anticipated gaze on a panting figure. Unfortunately, the figure shook his head helplessly.

He Qingsong sighed lightly, waved his hand and asked the visitor to retreat. In order to find the two-path four-leaf clover, he used the hunters in the whole village. Unfortunately, the hunters came back in batches and buried their hopes little by little. Now, the last glimmer of hope was ruthlessly shattered. At this time, there were not much left in seven hours.

"Girl, get up and let him go with peace of mind." He Qingsong walked to the head of the bed and wanted to help He Lin up, but the latter blocked his hand hard.

"Dad, you go out with Wu Feng and let me accompany Brother Chong alone."

He Qingsong sighed. He Lin and Qian Chong were childhood sweethearts. Now they are separated from each other in life and death. His father understands his daughter's mood very well.

Wu Feng pursed his lips. The pain of helplessness felt bad. However, when he was about to leave the room with He Qingsong, he rushed towards He Lin and snatched the dagger hidden in his hand.

"Silly girl, you must not seek such a short opinion!"

When he saw the dagger, He Qingsong was shocked and hugged He Lin, who was about to take back the dagger.

"Dad, let me go and let me die with Brother Chong!"

He Lin struggled violently, and the sadness that had been suppressed in her heart completely burst out. Tears were like springs, hysterical, all thoughts were burning, and pain was endless.

Wu Feng raised his hand and slapped him.

"Do you think seeking death will make money happy? No, if you are wrong, he will not only not be happy, but will hate you, hate you for not avenging him, and hate you for cruelly abandoning your father. You are unrighteous, you are unfilial!"

The angry shout made He Lin slightly regain his rationality, no longer struggle, and spread it softly on the ground. He Qingsong saw his daughter in such pain, and his heart seemed to be shot by thousands of arrows.

The slap just now was really a matter of love. Looking at the finger marks on He Lin's face, Wu Feng shook his head helplessly, but the next second he raised his eyebrows. The soul-sucking magic script can absorb human soul power, is that poisonous gas...

"Master, Miss Lin'er, I may be able to save the money!"

He Lin suddenly stood up like a chicken blood, and asked extremely urgently: "Really? Do you have a way?"

Wu Feng nodded, "Just..."

He Qingsong hurriedly asked: "It's just what?"

"Qian Chong's cultivation will be abolished, and I cannot guarantee that I will succeed." Wu Feng replied.

"What are you waiting for!" He Lin urged anxiously that if his cultivation is out of place, he can practice again. There is a glimmer of hope than waiting for someone to die.

Looking at He Lin's anxious and expectant eyes, and seeing He Qingsong nodding solemnly, Wu Feng pursed his lips. To be honest, he had no confidence at all.

"You guys go out first, I will call you if you have any problems."

He Qingsong forced He Lin out, who was unwilling to leave, respectfully clasped his fists and saluted Wu Feng, and then gently closed the door.

Moving his eyes from the door to the bed, Wu Feng walked over immediately.

"Brother Qian Chong, offended me!"

After breathing a deep breath, Wu Feng turned his claws with one hand and aimed at the black seal hall. The black and red magic light gradually spread. When the first wave of soul power was sucked out, Qian Chong's upper body suddenly raised slightly, and his face became severely distorted, and he felt extremely painful.

Wu Feng slowly closed his eyes, unable to bear to look directly, his eyebrows were frowning tightly. As the magic light became stronger and stronger, his soul power continued to fly out of the seal hall, and Qian Chong gradually shriveled. His originally smooth skin was full of wrinkles, and the boy instantly turned into an old man.

"It's really possible!!!"

When he suddenly opened his eyes, Wu Feng looked surprised. He could clearly feel something was sucked out with his soul power.

The magic light disappeared, Qian Chong's convulsive body returned to the bed. Although his face was extremely vicissitudes, the blackness had already disappeared. Although his breathing was still weak, his chest was fluctuating very smoothly.

Looking back at my back, there was a black piece in my palm, like a thick layer of ash on it, but it was just a small piece concentrated in the palm of my palm and did not spread.

Wu Feng was overjoyed. Although he didn't understand why he was resistant to the venom of the seven-step three-headed snake, he knew that it must be related to practicing the magical art of demon-sealing and killing. The latter was a sinister and vicious technique, so how could a snake venom be arrogant and unrestrained? Then he activated his soul power again and completely forced out the snake venom, which was only the size of a little finger. When it dripped, the ground suddenly turned into a coke, as big as a wellhead.

He Qingsong and the leaders of the hunting village were waiting anxiously like ants on a hot pan, while He Lin, who had regained his sanity, seemed much quieter, standing quietly and praying devoutly.

When the door of the room was creaking and gently opened from the inside, everyone's hearts instantly rose to their throats, and their nervous eyes fell on a tall figure. Until the latter nodded with a smile, he then rushed into the room with ecstasy.

"Wu Feng, rushing to Brother's face?" He Lin was the first to rush in. Seeing Qian Chong Black retreat, his breathing was stable and he cried with joy, but the wrinkles on the latter's face made a pair of pinks condense.

"When you re-cultivate your cultivation in the future, you will be able to return to normal." Wu Feng said seriously. This is a very simple truth. The air will dry up when the balloon is pulled away. If it is filled again, it will be restored to its original state. It is just a matter of time.

He Lin had no doubts. Not to mention that Qian Chong could not return to his normal appearance, even if she could only maintain her current old appearance, she would not complain at all. She smiled gratefully at Wu Feng and lay on the head of the bed, crying with joy, while wiping her cold sweat for Qian Chong.

He Qingsong breathed a long sigh. After seeing the charcoal-like ground, he couldn't help looking deeper. He suddenly felt that his eyes that had seen countless people could not see through the tall and handsome boy in front of him.

"Wu Feng, I will never thank you for your kindness." He Qingsong arched his hands and bent his waist.

He hurriedly stopped He Qingsong's gift, and Wu Feng curled his lips and smiled: "The owner of the manor has ruined the kid. Uncle Qian Jin saved my friend's life back then. Now I should help you!"

"You can't say that. I'll record this kindness in the hunting village." He Qingsong insisted on finishing the ceremony and continued: "Can you borrow a step to speak?"

Wu Feng nodded, probably knowing He Qingsong's intention, and then followed the latter to another room.

The aura of the One Star Soul Master slowly dissipated, and He Qingsong waved his hand and set up a barrier. The room became an independent space isolated from the world. Wu Feng smiled knowingly at his carefulness.

"Wu Feng, I know that your previous lies are not malicious, but can you tell the truth?" He Qingsong asked sincerely.

Wu Feng nodded and told him the real purpose of going to Luofeng City. No one knows his son or father. Similarly, He Qingsong's human nature can be seen from He Lin, so Wu Feng has nothing to worry about, and he is weak and does need help.

"Is the Blood Master?!" He Qingsong calmed down, then looked at Wu Feng, and said, "I have heard of the Dong Li you mentioned. He is no longer the head of the Blood Master anymore, but the elder of the Blood Master."

This news is heavy enough. A year ago, Dong Li was the head of the Three Star Soul Slayer. Now he has been promoted to elder. What is his strength? Wu Feng frowned slightly, and the road to seeking revenge has become even more difficult.

"Although my hunting village is not a famous sect, as long as you speak, it is the city lord's mansion, and I, He Qingsong, will also accompany you to make a breakthrough." Seeing Wu Feng's face covered with dark clouds, He Qingsong said solemnly.

This world is located in countless cities, and all forces in each city are like mushrooms after a rain, but there is only one strongest, that is, the city lord's mansion, the lord of a city!

Wu Feng nodded and bowed and said, "It makes the boy feel pretentious. When it is necessary, I hope the owner of the manor will help him!"

He Qingsong focused his head heavily, but his anger gradually condensed in his eyes, "Black Dragon Gang, I, He Qingsong, aren't easy to bully."

"Master, are you going to go now?" He Qingsong said that and was about to snatch the door and Wu Feng asked hurriedly.

"Miaoqiao girls are still in their hands. I'm afraid I'm too late..." He Qingsong replied in a deep voice.

The whole story was hard to explain in one sentence, and Wu Feng nodded, "I'll be with you."

He Qingsong was a little hesitant. He knew that Wu Feng had some tricks, but his cultivation was the biggest shortcoming, but he nodded after a moment.

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A team of 30 or 40 people quickly walked out of the suspension bridge, carrying a strong bow, carrying a simple knife, holding a spear, with a gaze like a torch, and a look like iron, either as strong as a cheetah or as strong as a rhino. At first glance, they were all hunting veterans who had been through the battlefield. The aura they slightly radiated from their bodies was above the Three-Star Soul Slayer.

He Qingsong was really angry and brought all the elites of the hunting village out. Wu Feng was shocked by this. After all, the hunting village was formed by a group of hunters, not a sect in the world, but this size and strength were quite strong. As for He Lin, He Qingsong did not bring her by her side, for two reasons: one was that her vitality was severely damaged after urging the blood arrow, and the other was that the hunting village needed to keep people guarding her.

Bypassing the mountain peaks, stepping through the mud, and passing through the dense forest, the team finally stopped. The rocks, flowers, plants, and trees around them became tools for disguise. Thirty or forty hunters completely integrated themselves into the mountains, which was their specialty.

Wu Feng was next to He Qingsong, and his gaze turned far to a camp at the foot of the mountain. However, to his surprise, there were many buildings and high walls, but it exuded a desolate feeling, like an empty city that had been abandoned for a long time.
Chapter completed!