"Hey, kid, don't pinch my neck. I didn't ask you to pinch my head. Can you please be gentle? We're not familiar with each other. Damn, don't pinch my chest..." The turtle scurried around in Feng Feiyun's hand several times.
It fell to the ground and hit Feng Feiyun's instep until blood dripped from it.
One of its turtle shells weighs ten thousand kilograms. Feng Feiyun's feet were not smashed, and he already reacted very quickly.
"You little bitch, if you move again, believe it or not, I will throw you into the crevices of the rocks?"
Feng Feiyun ran quickly on the cliffs, heading towards the Wangwu Mountains, but the thatched turtle always made trouble, and he couldn't pinch its neck or head, and even the turtle shell couldn't be pinched.
Feng Feiyun couldn't pinch it, which made Feng Feiyun very helpless. In the end, he could only lift its four white turtle legs on his shoulders.
"Don't! Don't move!" The thatched turtle closed its eyes on Feng Feiyun's shoulder and rested, but its head was too big and couldn't be retracted into the turtle shell.
It bounced on its back like a white bouncing ball.
It was already dawn, and a ray of blue-grey light appeared on the distant mountains.
It's almost dawn!
"The battle between Old Man Sun and Sha Xingyun has ended, and we don't know the outcome. Although Old Man Sun was once arrogant for a while, his life span is about to end, and his vitality has dropped drastically. His combat power is far less than what he was in his prime. I'm afraid it's...
If you lose more than you win, I say boy, can you hurry up, I'm very cunning!" The turtle screamed.
"Don't make any noise, I know!" How could Feng Feiyun not be anxious? You must know that Ji Xinnu has been frozen, and Ji Xiaonu's cultivation is not even a match for a dead general, let alone two dead spirits.
Zi's opponent.
It's imminent, it's imminent!
Feng Feiyun had exhausted all his strength, like a spiritual monkey running rapidly through the jungle. Suddenly, his footsteps suddenly stopped, his spiritual sense was released, and his eyes began to scan in all directions.
"Boy, why did you stop suddenly?" Mao Wugui asked.
"Shh, I feel the auras of those masters from the Ji family." Feng Feiyun changed direction and moved forward cautiously, arriving at the top of a hundred-foot-high cliff.
Through the dim light of the morning sun, I could see a faint fire flickering on the winding path under the cliff, and there were several figures surrounding the fire.
Ji Cangyue and one of the dead generals were at the bottom of the cliff. They raised a bonfire. Ji Xiaonu had been captured by them and knocked into an iron cage.
"Ji Cangyue, it's useless for you to catch me. Without my sister, your conspiracy can't be realized at all." Ji Xiaonu was not only locked in a cage, but also had seven or eight iron ropes wrapped around his body.
The iron rope was covered with talismans. As long as Ji Xiaonu struggled a little, the talismans would shine brightly, causing the iron rope to turn red. Ji Xiaonu screamed again and again, and then shrank even tighter.
Ji Cangyue sat cross-legged beside the bonfire, her beautiful eyes closed tightly, holding the Bagua compass in her hands. The compass was still full of stars and full of green light.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, then she opened her eyes, stared at Ji Xiaonu, and said indifferently: "Your sister has been frozen with jade cold energy. Ji Fengleng is afraid that she has been frozen."
Caught."
"You are not going to die well, you...ah!" Ji Xiaonu wanted to curse, but as soon as he struggled, he was entangled tighter with the iron rope and screamed.
"Boy, don't help yet!" The turtle's shell straightened up and he suddenly sat up, sitting on Feng Feiyun's shoulders. His huge head rested on Feng Feiyun's ears to maintain its center of gravity.
A turtle can actually sit up, which is so awesome. Its two green bean-sized eyes opened wide and looked at the bottom of the high cliff, looking very angry.
"I'm not much better than you now. You were affected by ancient witchcraft, and I suffered the side effects of the elixir. Now my combat power is not as good as the usual three levels. It's hard to kill a dead general, let alone deal with a dead general.
Spirit son?" Feng Feiyun was very anxious when he saw Ji Xiaonu imprisoned in an iron cage. If his combat power had not been restrained, he would have killed him to save others by now.
"What kind of pill did you take that has such strong side effects?" Maowugui's bastard eyes said curiously: "I'm afraid it must be a third-grade pill, right?"
"Fourth Grade Ancient Xudan!" Feng Feiyun said.
"The good boy actually took a fourth-grade elixir. No wonder the blood in the body is now restricted and the meridians are blocked. It's already good enough that he is not dead. Ahem, do you still have a fourth-grade elixir in your body... A third-grade pill?
Okay! If I can’t get it, I want it even if it’s the second grade.” Mao Wugui stretched out a tortoise claw and shook it in front of Feng Feiyun’s eyes.
"If I still had the fourth-grade elixir, I would have taken it now, and then started fighting in all directions, how could I be forced to run away by an undead child?" Feng Feiyun said angrily.
"Actually, you don't need fourth-grade elixirs to recover your body." Mao Wugui's eyes flickered.
Feng Feiyun turned his head and said, "Do you have any idea?"
"Hey! I'm such a person, is this difficult for me?" Mao Wugui puffed up his snow-white belly and said: "The main reason why you have aura and use it is because you were killed by Gu Xu.
The medicinal properties of the pill destroy the circulation route of spiritual energy. As long as there are spiritual things to nourish your meridians and blood vessels, you will be able to regain your peak combat power immediately."
"What spiritual thing?"
This damn turtle seems to be talking about something like that!
"The turtle is fragrant!" Mao Wugui said.
"What?" Feng Feiyun heard this for the first time.
"The saliva of a turtle who has cultivated for more than a thousand years!" Mao Wugui stretched out his white belly again and licked his tongue.
Feng Feiyun suddenly took a breath of cold air, looked towards its mouth, and said with a stiff smile: "I can only accept your kindness."
"Boy, do you look down on me?"
"No, I once swore to the moon that I would only eat the saliva of women and never the saliva of turtles in this life." Feng Feiyun said seriously.
"Nima! Your heart is too evil. Even if you want to eat my saliva, I still find it disgusting. Turtle Chanxiang is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth. It cannot be taken orally. It can only be refined with spiritual energy and absorbed into the meridians.
, thereby moistening the meridians... Boy, what are you doing? My tongue, oh my god, help me!"
Feng Feiyun pushed the turtle to the ground, tore its mouth open, rolled up his sleeves, and put his fingers into its mouth.
Turtle Chanxiang is indeed worthy of being the saliva of a thousand-year-old bastard, and indeed can be called a spiritual treasure in the world. After Feng Feiyun refined the Turtle Chanxiang in his hand, not only did his meridians and blood vessels recover, but they even expanded a lot.
The aura in the body seemed to have undergone subtle changes, becoming thicker and more steady than before, with a strange fragrance.
"As expected, he is a thousand-year-old bastard, with treasures all over his body. Not only has his body recovered, but the 'blood exchange' of the "Immortal Phoenix Body" has also gone a step further, reaching the third stage of blood exchange.
The blood is flowing and the golden light is shining!
This was the sign of the third stage of blood transfusion. The blood in Feng Feiyun's body turned golden, emitting a faint spiritual light, flowing throughout the body, causing the flesh, flesh and bones to undergo transformation, making the body stronger.
His physique has also improved again, and he is no worse than the geniuses of those big families.
After reaching the second stage of exchange, Feng Feiyun can fight across a small realm; now that he has reached the third stage of exchange, Feng Feiyun can fight across two small realms.
He is still at the pinnacle of Immortal Root, so he can fight against the masters of the mid-stage Divine Foundation. Of course, the premise is that the master of the mid-stage Divine Foundation cannot fight across borders.
There are too many geniuses in the world today. Some can kill people across one small realm, and some can fight across two small realms without losing. The eight epic-level geniuses can even defeat their opponents across three small realms. Feng Feiyun
Although he has reached the third stage of blood transfusion practice, he is still far behind them in terms of physical fitness.
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