Zhuang Hao looked at Lanfeng with horror on his face. He felt that he could not come back to his senses. He could even think that Lanfeng would tear himself apart and throw him all over the ground next...
He was afraid. At this moment, he threw everything away from Jiuxiaoyun. He just wanted to leave here and was not willing to stay here for a moment.
But he couldn't escape. He didn't have the secret method of escape from the black-clad young Sikong Yinghao, and he vaguely felt that although Lan Feng was fighting with Sikong Yinghao, he had always focused on himself.
When Sikong Yinghao escaped, he escaped several times and was returned by an invisible force, and could not escape.
He looked at Lanfeng with a terror in his eyes, and his eyes were full of desire, but he could not say a word. He knew these cold warriors very well, and no matter how many words he begged for mercy, he would have buried himself faster.
"I'm very interested in using He Baowu to invite Sikong Yinghao and the others. If you don't want to die, you can go to the cave to talk to me." Lan Feng said coldly.
Zhuang Hao instinctively said, "Will you let me go? After you get a satisfactory answer."
"Do you think you have the right to speak? Get in." Lan Feng snorted, his eyes instantly turned as charming as bloody as blood, and his words became extremely domineering, without doubt.
Zhuang Hao's expression changed again and again. He was thinking of various ways to save his life, but no one was perfect. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and walked into the cave, looking like an appointment.
Lan Feng followed behind and came to the gate of the cave. He stared at Ma Haijun, "Are you going to enter the cave or continue to stay here to pose?" As he said that, Lan Feng walked into the cave without looking back.
Ma Haijun glanced and seemed to want to kick Lan Feng. Finally, he followed the cave. With a casual wave, he opened the cave door and closed it with two "bangs".
In the cave, Zhuang Hao stood in a frightened manner, waiting for Lan Feng's question, not daring to think about anything anymore. After Lan Feng came in, he glanced at Zhuang Hao and sat on the top steps of the cave.
Lan Fengsan stood in the cave with his own thoughts. After about half a minute, Lan Feng said coldly, "Tell me out the treasure you invited Sikong Yinghao. If I am satisfied, you can go out from here."
Zhuang Hao's face changed and changed. He was thinking about something. After pondering for a while, "I want to use the technique of searching the soul in the Blood Refining Hall."
"I think you can die in the soul searching technique." Lan Feng suddenly became gloomy. The soul searching technique was simple. Any warrior with a certain level of cultivation can use the soul searching technique to warriors whose cultivation level is lower than his own.
Lan Feng did not think that Sikong Yinghao and the other two were fools, but just fought against someone for the insignificant meaning. Moreover, this warrior who had killed a warrior of the same level was a dangerous person.
When Zhuang Hao saw Lan Feng going to take action in an instant, he was so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy, "Good hero, it's really a little different soul searching technique for our clan, which made Sikong Yinghao and the other two like this just now."
Upon hearing this, Lan Feng frowned, then stopped believing and acted, "Tell me."
"Our clan was no worse than a large force like Qishen Mountain, but it has been gone from a long way..." Zhuang Hao said, meaning to tell his family in a long way since ancient times.
"I just want to know where the so-called difference in this soul search technique is. As for the affairs of your clan, I don't want to know." Lan Feng interrupted his words coldly.
Zhuang Hao's words were interrupted, and he looked at Lan Feng and said, "The soul searching technique of our clan is not like its soul searching technique. Anyone who does this technique can use it to any level, regardless of cultivation. It's just that I don't know how Sikong Yinghao and the other two know this secret. In order to get the greatest benefit from the two worlds, they want to use this soul searching technique of our clan to search the soul of the people who are fighting with them to obtain the other party's spiritual decision, or **, so they come to me..."
Zhuang Hao didn't dare to say much about what he received. These were obviously all about how he and Sikong Yinghao and how they looked for Lan Feng. I think Lan Feng could have thought about it.
When Lan Feng heard some soul searching techniques, his eyebrows frowned. Although this soul searching technique is not considered a spiritual skill that has ever been harmful, it is undoubtedly a unique spiritual skill.
When the other party heard this soul searching technique, Lan Feng instantly showed a strong interest. In the Panshan Secret Realm, he used the fifth level of the heart refining and ninth level to merge the four halos of the Dantian halo, and then had a preliminary idea of constantly integrating the ** and improving his cultivation.
But he had never known where to go to think of powerful fusion, and the soul searching technique that Zhuang Hao mentioned was undoubtedly a method of stealing zodiac signs, which was very suitable for him.
Thinking of fighting with the other party and stealing the other party's ** unknowingly, integrating the ** to improve their cultivation, Lan Feng became excited instantly.
However, these Lan Fengs were not shown on his face. He still stood there coldly. After the filming, he said, "Oh, right? I haven't heard of some spiritual skills. Then take them out and take them out and take a look."
"Do you think there is room for choice?" Seeing Zhuang Hao hesitating slightly, Lan Feng said coldly with his thoughts.
Zhuang Hao felt the evil aura emitted by Lan Feng. This soul searching technique was very helpful to him, and there was no way to treasure it.
It is because they have stolen powerful people from some strong people, but all races have their own sacrificial **, and they are not suitable for themselves. As for spiritual skills, most of them are racially gifted and supernatural powers, and they are created by blood. People from other races cannot sacrifice at all.
Therefore, he did not feel sorry for Lan Feng for the Soul Search Skill. At this time, it was just an optional spiritual score. On the contrary, if there is no clan rule at this time, he should value whether he can get out of here.
After Zhuang Hao pondered slightly, he took out the prepared Soul-Search Bamboo Slip and handed it to Lanfeng. He took a few steps back and watched Lanfeng's expression to judge his thoughts.
Lan Feng Ling Nian swept the bamboo slips of the Soul Spirit Jue, and his face suddenly showed joy. This Spirit Jue was mysterious, but it was like what Zhuang Hao said. It could be used to anyone regardless of cultivation.
"You can leave." Lan Feng raised his head again, and said to Zhuang Hao in a good mood. With a wave of his big hand, the door of the cave opened with a few "bang" sounds.
"You, you told me to leave?" Zhuang Hao asked in disbelief, pointing at his nose with disbelief.
Lan Feng waved his hand horizontally, and a ray of light flew out, instantly sweeping Zhuang Hao out of the cave. With two "bangs", the cave door was closed again.
"You let him go like that. You bastard, aren't you afraid that he will bring people from your clan to fight? Or just spread your news, you will suffer." After Zhuang Hao was bombarded, Ma Haijun yelled, not understanding why Lan Feng did this.
Lan Feng stared at Ma Haijun blankly, just like that, ignoring Ma Haijun's sassiness. He seemed to suddenly look at Ma Haijun, the little girl, and looked at her infatuation.
Ma Haijun's scalp was a little numb and shy when she was seen by Lan Feng, and her pretty face turned red. She looked embarrassed. Finally, she could only stomp her feet and sit aside angrily. This hateful bastard, ** thief.
"I don't think we have to stay here for long. We will soon go to the second floor of Blood City." After a long time, Lan Feng said softly, and explained what he suddenly saw about Ma Haijun.
Ma Haijun didn't answer his words and sat aside angrily. She decided to ignore Lan Feng again. This bastard boy is so hateful.
"Your *** is actually the Dead Wood Magical Art." Lan Feng suddenly said something stupid, but when he heard this, Ma Haijun stood up, swept to Lan Feng coldly, and shouted, "You actually dare to use the soul searching technique to me, you dare to steal my **."
"It's just a **, it's no big deal. But I didn't expect that you were practicing the dead wood that was passed down from ancient times." Lan Feng said. At this time, his face looked a little different when he looked at Ma Haijun again. The dead wood was used by his opponent in the Little Thousand World Bifan. It was a very powerful **, but he didn't expect that there were also the Zhongqian World.
But Ma Haijun ignored it completely and yelled. The ** itself is one of the biggest secrets of the warrior. At this time, Lan Feng not only stole it but also took it away. It would not be an exaggeration to him.
Lan Feng ignored him and threw the copy of the fox clan's illusion to her, and said coldly, "This is the illusion of the fox clan's mayor clan. I think it's enough to match your dead wood."
When he heard that it was the illusion of the fox clan, Ma Haijun's roar finally calmed down. Although the illusion of the fox clan cannot be compared with the illusion of the mountain viewing technique, it is famous in the Zhongqian world and many people want to get it.
"You'd better learn a little bit of fur in one or two days. You don't have to be very advanced, but at least you can save your life." Lan Feng said.
As he said that, his eyes slowly closed and instantly entered a state of silence. He wanted to integrate the dead wood into the halo of the dantian and break through to the king's realm.
Lan Feng seemed very excited about whether he could use the Dantian halo to swallow and fuse the dead wood** and whether he could be promoted to the Wanghou Realm without any harm.
Ma Haijun snorted when she heard this, then hugged the fox clan's illusion, fox book and ran to another step to study it carefully. She was obviously very interested in the various mysterious and mysterious ways of the fox clan's illusion.
As for Lan Feng, he stole his dead tree without saying a word to him. Although Ma Haijun was upset, he was just upset. She didn't think that Lan Feng had already cultivated his ** and could **other**. (To be continued.)