Jiang Feng felt as if his body was trapped in a thousand-year-old ice cave, with even freezing under his ankles. He struggled to twist his neck, which seemed to be rusty, and turned to look to his right.
What caught the eye was the almost broken black python leather armor. On the red shawl, the gold-embroidered "Green Mountains and Peaks" logo was blurry, but the logo of a senior monk of Li Sect could still be seen. His aura was restrained, but still sharp.
On his resolute face with his white hair hanging down, an inch-long scar running across the bridge of his nose is very obvious.
"Senior, who are you?" Jiang Feng already recognized this white-haired monk as the master of the power sect who fought alone against the demon shadow today. He couldn't help but feel a little worried. Being able to stand behind him inadvertently, his strength cannot be simply said to be "strong".
" instead of "horror" should be used to describe it.
"The Phantom dropped seven hundred and twenty-six pieces of clothing, but you were the only one to pick up one. What do you want to do?"
Jiang Feng's heart was filled with chills, and it was even more difficult to calm down the mood that was suddenly disturbed. He even found himself trembling. He quickly secretly sucked in a breath of cold air and swallowed to divert his attention to relieve the stress in his body.
In response, although the white-haired monk was strong, he did not kill himself immediately, which meant that he had no intention of killing him.
"This junior wants to divine where they are fleeing, and then find out the reason why they hunt for the inner elixir. My road is difficult, maybe there is some chance in this."
"How do you know they are hunting for the inner elixir?"
"The two attacks by the demon shadow were only aimed at the monks who had just entered the earth level. Therefore, this junior has this guess." The indifferent attitude in the other party's words made Jiang Feng feel bad. During the gap between the replies, he took advantage of his figure.
Covering up "in order to maintain etiquette and respect", he moved vaguely backwards. Although he knew that this would not prevent the other party from taking action, there might be a glimmer of hope.
"You want to use 'fake elixirs' to achieve elixir theory?"
"Junior dare not. I just want to study a thing or two." The white-haired monk spoke sharply, and his dissatisfaction was undoubtedly outpouring, but it also made Jiang Feng confirm Pu Tiexin's previous guess that by studying the inner elixirs of other prefecture-level monks, he could indeed borrow the other party's elixirs.
In theory, taking shortcuts leads to prefecture level achievement.
"You still dare to quibble! This is an act that is outraged by both humans and gods. You are a scum. Today, I will kill you to prevent future troubles for my son..." Before he finished speaking, a domineering force came towards me like a biting gale.
Although Jiang Feng's attack would not be fatal immediately, the killing intent of this earth-level senior monk was enough to defeat Jiang Feng in a snap.
"Senior, have mercy on me, Chu Yiming is my friend!" In desperation, Jiang Feng heard the words "my son" and suddenly grasped the key to saving his life.
"Who are you?"
The murderous aura in the air has eased, but it is still like a deadly thick python, tightly trapped and wrapped around Jiang Feng's neck, threatening his life at any time.
"I, Jiang Feng, the head of the Qianshan Sect, originally had an appointment with Brother Yi Ming to come to Zhenwu City to meet him, but unexpectedly something happened before I could visit him. I dare to ask my senior, how is Brother Yi Ming now?
Is there any help?"
From the corner of his eye, the white-haired monk's expression softened slightly, which convinced Jiang Feng that this temporary "life-saving straw" might be useful. He estimated that Chu Yiming and his father, both at the prefecture level, would not have much intersection in life.
There are too many, and each must have his own circle of friends. He must not know what friends Chu Yiming has. Now nine out of ten Chu Yiming has died, and there is no evidence of his death. It is just right to save his own life and avoid this unreasonable disaster.
"Qianshan Zong Jiang Feng? I heard Yu Chengke talk about you. Why did you meet Yi Ming?" The white-haired monk did not seem to believe Jiang Feng's words, but his attitude softened a lot in his words, and the murderous aura was almost gone, but in Jiang Feng's heart
He was determined that every next sentence would be a test. In the blink of an eye, he needed to think about how to answer in order to avoid exposing any flaws.
"I would like to borrow some magic weapons to protect myself so that I can go to Stormrage Canyon."
Jiang Feng decided to avoid the important and take the easy. Since the other party mentioned Yu Chengke, he naturally knew about "Yuan Chuzun" in the canyon.
"The relics of the deceased" were half-truths and half-falsities, mentioning the opportunity of "real existence, valued by various sects and sects, but kept secret to a certain extent" to win the other party's trust. Borrowing the reason of obtaining the magic weapon, one
On the one hand, it is relatively reasonable. On the other hand, it can also hint that he and Chu Yiming have an extraordinary relationship. Taoist friends who can borrow magic weapons are naturally true friends.
"His inner elixir has been taken away, and he is already a living dead. You should find another way!" The other party said coldly, "I didn't expect you to get the opportunity to enter the valley, but you are quite capable!"
Perhaps he believed Jiang Feng's words, or perhaps the incident in "Storm Canyon" convinced the white-haired monk of Jiang Feng's identity. In short, the murderous aura in the air had dissipated invisibly.
"I don't know if it is convenient to visit. This junior is very weak, but it is always good to have one more person to help figure out a solution." Jiang Feng did not dare to relax in the slightest. As a "true friend", it would be contrary to not take a look when encountering such a change.
Common sense.
"It's rare for Yi Ming to make friends like you." The white-haired monk's anger had subsided and he showed a somewhat incredulous expression, "Since you are willing to help him, divine where the demonic shadow is fleeing to at this time!
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"Yes! That's how it should be!"
Jiang Feng picked up the scattered spirit stones, rearranged the formation, used borrowed objects to transform into shadows, thought in his mind, and shouted softly:
"The whereabouts of the owner of this thing!"
Afterimages intertwined in the air. As the energy of the spirit stones was consumed, the precious light on the first-order magic weapon gradually dissipated, and a picture that was not clear but still vaguely discernible appeared in front of the two of them.
It looks like an ancient temple there, dilapidated and almost collapsed. In the distance there are mountains, abandoned waterwheels, and patches of abandoned fields. Such places are quite common.
Among the scattered ruins and overgrown grass, a sturdy red-haired man with his back to the screen is roasting a monster beast that looks like a wild boar. Beside him, there is a thin man in gray robe.
, Jiang Feng suddenly felt inspired and recognized the man, but a white mist-like thing instantly appeared around the man, hiding his true face. However, the long-haired woman leaning in his arms did not appear.
This mysterious sign, a piece of white dragon-shaped jade on her waist, confirmed Jiang Feng's suspicion.
It's them!
Chen Kun and Liu Yanluo!
They couldn't be that demonic figure. Even if they were geniuses, they couldn't compete with earth-level monks in a short time. The red-haired man was, but why were they with this demonic figure?
The waves in his heart were rolling, but Jiang Feng did not dare to show any abnormality. If the white-haired monk knew that he was hiding something, it would only cause another wave of injustice, causing more trouble.
m The image gradually dissipated. It seemed difficult to confirm the other party's whereabouts based on what was seen. Such a scene of "ancient temple and deserted village" was not uncommon in the Qianshan Sect, not to mention the Li Sect.
Jiang Feng was about to end the divination when he felt a big hand suddenly grab on his shoulder, followed by a majestic and rich wave of spiritual power that was almost unbearable for his body. The spiritual power rushed along his arm and rushed to control the divination.
The fingertips of the magic circle instantly caused the skin and flesh on the five fingers to explode with a loud sound, turning into a mass of blood and flesh.
The image that had become blurry became clear again in an instant, but it was still only a glimpse.
"Not enough?" the white-haired man shouted softly, "Spirit Burning Technique!"
With the invisible red light projected by the white-haired monk, Jiang Feng's body seemed to fall from a volcano in an instant. The hot magma burned violently in the body. Every inch of skin, every acupuncture point, and every joint in the body was filled with heat waves.
The pool seemed to be burned by flames, steaming, rolling, and arousing countless air waves. The black gold gourd let out a painful cry, and several light groups around it flashed with dazzling light. This was overdrafting the power of the Dharma!
The scope of the image that was originally seen was very small, but the scope of peeping suddenly became wider. It was not until the red-haired man, Chen Kun and Liu Yanluo were like black spots, looking across the mountains, that it suddenly stopped.
"Yuncang Three Realms Mountain!"
The white-haired monk uttered a word that Jiang Feng had never heard before, and he already recognized the other person's location. He thought quietly for a moment, and seemed to have a plan. He said coldly, "For Yi Ming's sake, I will spare your life today so that you can take care of yourself!"
He snorted coldly and dropped Jiang Feng, who was completely exhausted from the Dharma and collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain. His figure instantly disappeared, as if he had never existed.
puff!
Jiang Feng was in so much pain that he vomited several mouthfuls of hot blood mixed with internal organ fragments. The black gold gourd trembled wildly and randomly, intending to suppress the changes in the Dharma Spirit Pond. However, the heat wave came impatiently and ferociously. In a hurry, the black gold gourd's
Self-adjustment was difficult to achieve, so he could only wait for the chaotic spiritual energy to dissipate naturally. While his consciousness was still clear, Jiang Feng grabbed a handful of Qi and Blood Replenishing Pills, swallowed them hastily, and activated the Intermediate Awakening of the White Jade Flying Needle.
After hitting many Calming Talisman and Awakening Talisman continuously for a long time, the violent restlessness in the body gradually calmed down.
Jiang Feng felt that he seemed to be a year older.
The "Spirit Burning Technique" must be a skill that forcibly consumes the original power of the law to temporarily increase the skill level. Naturally, it also includes the learned borrowing and shadowing skills. It has just achieved the effect of peeking into a wider range. The opponent does not care about his own life and death.
His attitude is terrifying.
Spare my life?
Ah!
Without saying a word "thank you", Jiang Feng complained in his heart, and hatred surged out instantly, growing like weeds, but he did not dare to complain at all, for fear that the other party would not go far, or would come back again.
As expected, both father and son were good at "free prostitution". Now he finally understood why the other party's weird expression meant something when he showed that he was Chu Yiming's "true friend".
Those who "prostitute for free" do not deserve friends.
After resting for a long time and replenishing a lot of free spiritual food, Jiang Feng just regained his strength. He thought about it, and he couldn't let this matter go away. Everyone in the Chu family was "prostituted for free", but he couldn't just let it go.
Well, since I have claimed to be Chu Yiming's friend, I might as well go and see if I can get anything out of it. He is already half dead and will not tell the truth.
Thinking of this, he went out and found a tavern that specialized in inquiring about information. After spending a few spirit stones, he found out the identity of the white-haired man and the location of Chu Mansion.
Chu Anlan, the eighth level of the prefecture, is now the actual helmsman of the Chu family. In addition, the Chu family is also in charge of all the spiritual lands of the Li sect. In this way, in order to have more spiritual lands to choose from when forming pills in the future, he took the risk to explore the Chu family.
Very necessary.
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Qianshan Sect, Dayi County.
Zheng Keyi had just given a lecture to several slaves, asking them to learn various chores in the "Black Donkey Zhang" shop and the etiquette of treating ordinary monk guests. Several slaves have entered old age, which is why Jiang Feng deliberately chose to leave them to
Her, to prevent a possible attack and the risk of the owner's escape.
Although her body is already a little sleepy, she has no intention of stopping to rest. The "Sisters" she organized has a small gathering today. This kind of organization that exchanges talents and collects intelligence is very important to her at this stage.
Speaking of it, it is still very necessary. However, if she can successfully awaken the Dharma, she plans to attract one or two low-level spiritual monks to join, thereby improving the level of intelligence gathering in this organization. She has already selected the target, and those few people are usually there
Help from nearby shops. He is young and smart, and the road is difficult. If there is a spiritual stone to be obtained, he will not refuse his solicitation.
As soon as she went out, she saw a man in a bamboo hat squatting at the door carrying a pole. He was not here when she came in. She was startled and was about to retreat into the house, but the man stood up and slapped her.
The big linen bag immediately picked up the carrying pole and hurried away as if he didn't notice it.
Information for me?
Zheng Keyi looked around for a while and found that no one was paying attention, so she pretended to squat down, straightened the pink silk edge of her skirt, and picked up the bag.