That ancient person was not kind to him, so Chen Feng subconsciously felt that the power of Taotie was not a good thing.
But today without it, he had been killed by Uncle Zhang.
"Did Uncle Zhang have what it needs?" After thinking for a long time, Chen Feng came to this conclusion.
After all, he can't control the power of Taotie, so how can he let it be used for himself?
Seeing that he couldn't figure it out, Chen Feng simply stopped thinking about it. After all, Taotie Power has not done anything bad to him now.
Even if the Taotie power wants to do to him in the future, he may not be able to stop him.
After looking at the ruins around, Chen Feng called softly: "Little Black Snake?"
After waiting for a minute or two, a rustling sound came from not far away. Chen Feng looked down and the little black snake crawled over with a weak breath.
Chen Feng picked up the little black snake and looked at it with a change in his face: "Why has it become so serious?"
The little black snake was injured before, but it was not that serious. In just ten minutes, why did it look like it would die at any time?
The little black snake raised his head with difficulty, gently rubbed Chen Feng's hand, and then lowered weakly.
After understanding the meaning of the little black snake, Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the little black snake was going to die.
Carefully put away the little black snake, Chen Feng quickly recovered the injuries in his body.
When Zhang Ping arrived, he saw one-third of the Heishui Town being razed to the ground, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.
"How could this happen? Could it be that the elders of Xuandao Sect are here?"
This is the only possibility that Zhang Ping could imagine to create such a scene.
"Chen Feng, don't have anything to do." Zhang Ping thought to himself, and quickly approached the yard where he was.
If Chen Feng was captured by the people of Xuandao Sect, what would be the consequences? Zhang Ping could not imagine.
There is a ruin wherever you see. Occasionally you can see one or two brave people looking for something in the ruins.
The closer he got to the courtyard where Chen Feng was, the more bloody the air smelled. Zhang Ping only felt his heart beating rapidly.
He kept praying in his heart and finally arrived at the courtyard where Chen Feng was.
There was a ruin, there were some scattered corpses on the ground, and in the center of the battlefield, where was a man covered in blood and unable to see his face.
"Is it Chen Feng?" Zhang Ping was floating in the air, looking at the man and didn't dare to approach him for a moment.
He was determined to test, but was afraid that this person would be Chen Feng, so it would be bad if he angered him.
Chen Feng had noticed it as early as Zhang Ping approached and knew that it was him and he would continue to recover his spiritual energy in the future.
At least during the period when he was working with Xuanzhu, whether Zhang Ping or Duan Xinpo would not be able to attack him blatantly.
After waiting for a long time, seeing that Zhang Ping had not come down for a long time, Chen Feng opened his eyes and was stared at him while practicing. He did not dare to concentrate on recovering, for fear that he would attack behind his back.
"Zhang Ping."
Hearing Chen Feng's voice, Zhang Ping's heart was relieved.
"Chen Feng, are you okay?" Zhang Ping stared at Chen Feng with a faint look and looked up and down.
Chen Feng seemed to have not seen his gaze, recovering from the injuries in his body.
Seeing that Chen Feng was not talking, Zhang Ping stood aside to protect him.
One stood and one sat, and no one spoke.
The sun sets in the west, and the sunset is like blood, dyeing half of the sky red.
Chen Feng opened his eyes, and a rude aura spread, and Zhang Ping, who was shocked, was instantly alert.
Fortunately, Chen Feng quickly calmed down his breath and stood up from the ground.