Chen Feng didn't know what Zhan Hao was thinking, and he had no interest in knowing it.
Now he has reached the last level.
There is nothing else here except the surging red fog.
"Where is the blood pool?" Chen Feng looked around, and there was only red fog in his eyes.
"Have you not appeared yet?" Chen Feng murmured to himself, waiting quietly.
He ignored the red fog around him and sat in a corner of the platform, quietly recovering from his injuries.
As time passed, the red around it became stronger and stronger, rolling like a monster with its teeth and claws.
Chen Feng ignored this scene and continued to practice quietly. No matter what situations he would encounter next, only strong strength can guarantee that he could face any situation.
Suddenly, Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked in front of him, where a blood-red shadow appeared.
The robe made of blood, blood-red hair, and the whole person was carved like blood.
He looked at Chen Feng quietly, smiling, and looked like an amiable old man.
"Are you the winner of this time?" The old man looked at Chen Feng with a smile.
"Yes." Chen Feng stood up and looked at the old man with neither humility nor arrogant attitude.
"No," the old man nodded, but a hint of regret flashed in his eyes: "I would be my member of the War tribe."
"Do you know I'm not a member of the War clan?"
"Only foreigners can activate me." The old man looked at Chen Feng and patiently answered him.
"Since you have passed the test, you should be the winner of this Blood Pool." The old man looked at Chen Feng and said, "But because you are a foreigner, you need to pass a test."
Chen Feng nodded and agreed, but did not refute anything. He was dissatisfied, so what could he do?
Seeing Chen Feng agreeing, the old man turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Chen Feng.
Chen Feng subconsciously wanted to take action, but the stream of light turned into a blood-red light curtain as he approached him, which directly enveloped him.
"What's going on?" Chen Fengxin was puzzled. He stood in the light curtain and nothing happened.
Chen Feng took a tentative step. When the stars change, the world is reversed? He is like a dripping duckweed in the sea. No matter how strong he is, he can only passively bear it.
Gradually, Chen Feng's consciousness became blurred and he couldn't help but want to fall asleep.
"Chen Feng, Chen Feng?" A familiar call sounded in my ears.
Chen Feng opened his eyes and saw Li Jiajia wearing a floral dress, bent over and slapped his arms.
Seeing him awake, a bright smile appeared on Li Jiajia's face, and she threw herself into his arms, rubbing her head against his chest like a kitten.
"Chen Feng, you scared me to death. You have been sleeping for so long." Li Jiajia hugged his neck tightly, with big watery eyes staring at him for a moment, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
"Chen Feng." Li Jiajia reached out and waved in front of Chen Feng's eyes, frowned and looked puzzled and worried: "What's wrong with you?"
She reached out and touched Chen Feng's forehead and said to herself, "I don't have a fever, what's going on?"
"Jia Jia?" Chen Feng's voice was a little hoarse. He looked at the woman in front of him with a lively expression, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Chen Feng?" Li Jiajia tilted her head and looked at him curiously.
"Nothing." Chen Feng shook his head, but in the next second he made a move like lightning, directly pinching Li Jiajia's neck and lifting him up.