Early the next morning, when Chen Feng went downstairs, Qi Bin happened to come back from his morning run with some food in his hand. When he saw him, he smiled and said: "This is sent by grandpa, it is good for your health.
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Chen Feng was not polite. He knew what the Qi family's breakfast was like. It contained some precious medicinal materials and elixirs, all of which were mild in nature.
Long-term use has many benefits for the body. It can warm the king's meridians, remove suppression in the body, and also make the physical body stronger. After all, the physical strength of cultivators is not as strong as that of physical practitioners.
When two practitioners of the same level compete, the one with better physical fitness is more likely to win.
After breakfast, Qi Bin looked at Chen Feng and was a little curious about how he would change his face. Is it through disguise or other methods?
"Be prepared and don't move." Chen Feng took out a few silver needles and struck them on Qi Bin's face and neck, and then moved his hands on his face non-stop.
Qi Bin only felt a heartbreaking pain coming over him. Even though Chen Feng had explained it in advance, he almost couldn't hold it back.
A young master like him who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth would not suffer too many traumas during his cultivation.
Chen Feng grabbed Qi Bin's shoulder with one hand, and the strong force made him unable to move, while the other hand kept moving.
Qi Bin gritted his teeth and changed his mind. His body was soaked with sweat, but his face was not stained.
"Chen Feng..." He squeezed out these words through his teeth, his whole body was shaking, and there was a smell of blood in his mouth.
After seven or eight minutes, Chen Feng stopped moving and collapsed on the sofa, panting and soaked like a drowning man.
After more than ten minutes of relief, Qi Bin felt that the pain was better.
He took the mirror handed over by Chen Feng, and there was a strange person in the mirror.
A person who is completely different from his original appearance.
He touched his face in surprise: "Chen Feng, how did you do it?"
If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have dared to imagine such a thing happening.
Before, he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and a sense of chivalry in his facial features.
Now, at first glance, he looks like an ordinary person, someone who is forgotten as soon as he is thrown into the crowd.
The cheeks are slightly sunken, the eyes are rounded, and the lips are thick. The facial features obviously have their own characteristics. When combined together, it is indeed an ordinary face.
"If you think this won't work, you can also disguise yourself."
"Is it the kind of disguise I'm thinking of? Through something or a human skin mask?"
"It's what you think."
"Then why do you still use this method?"
"I just want you to try these methods and choose the one that suits you. By the way, give it a try and see if my skills are rusty."
Listening to Chen Feng's words without any emotion, Qi Bin felt that his fist was hardened. Now there was only one thought in his mind: "Did he do it on purpose? Chen Feng did it on purpose. Did he want to?"
He felt that Chen Feng's previous words were pure fart, and he just wanted to practice his skills.
"If you feel bad, I will restore it to its original state and use other methods."
Qi Bin looked at Chen Feng and smelled a conspiracy. He did it on purpose.
"No, let's wait."
The face transplant was really painful. He had already done it and didn't want to bother with it anymore. He really didn't want to experience such pain again.