Feng Xiaotian returned to the small courtyard, had a hearty dinner, and then returned to his room.

During the period, he also asked the two maids if there was an old man surnamed He in the Wuhun Palace, who should be a strong man, after all, he couldn't find his movements, and he couldn't detect his specific soul power.

Disappointingly, these two maids didn't know anything about it, and they had never heard of He Lao, or the old man who didn't have the surname He in Title Douluo and Contra Douluo.

It is also possible that the age of these two women is really a little young, and it is very possible that I don't know.

There is also a possibility that the old man did not use his real name at all, but used a pseudonym.

Back in the room, Feng Xiaotian began to cultivate, and when it was late at night, it was the time for him to leave the Martial Spirit Palace, but he didn't know that Bibi Dong and the others had already prepared.

In fact, if he wants to leave, he can leave openly, but he doesn't know.

……

In the dead of night, it was the time to work, and in less than three watches, Feng Xiaotian felt out of the door.

A man alone walks through this familiar and unfamiliar street.

However, behind him, there was also an old man, that is, He Lao, who was in the fifth-class treasure house during the day, and he had been keeping a distance from Feng Xiaotian.

After all, Feng Xiaotian's spiritual power is not bad, even if he has ninety-three level spiritual power, if he is a little careless, he may still be discovered by Feng Xiaotian.

And Feng Xiaotian was also very careful when he went to the gate of Wuhun City, after all, there were too many masters in Wuhun City, and there might be no less than ten Title Douluo.

Just when Feng Xiaotian was about to appear at the gate of the city, he used the concealment skill and completely disappeared in front of people.

In thirty seconds, it was only more than three hundred meters away from the city gate.

This time is more than enough to rush out of Martial Soul City, and there is still room to run a few hundred meters, and the highest soul power of the guardian is only a soul venerable, and he can't be found at all by using the concealment skill.

He Lao also found out for the first time that Feng Xiaotian suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Within the scope of his spiritual power, Feng Xiaotian was indeed gone, and the moment before he disappeared, his attention hit Feng Xiaotian, which could be said to be the kind of concentration that could be said.

"Does this kid still have any ulterior skills, is this his own creation, or a soul bone skill, there are already so many skills, is it that the soul bones on this kid's body are already full?" The more He Lao thought about it, the more incredible he felt.

After all, it was a disappearance from front of his eyes, and he couldn't think of any other way than soul skills.

However, he still approached slowly, because Feng Xiaotian's intention was already obvious, and he wanted to leave.

At this moment, Feng Xiaotian had already come to the city gate, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, the protective shield was opened at the door, and it seemed that the Martial Spirit Hall would not be opened when it was fine.

It takes a lot of energy to open the protective shield, and the consumption of the entire Martial Spirit City's protective shield is even more amazing.

Opening the shield is tantamount to consuming money, which is very money-burning.

Do I want to be discovered? Deliberately started the protective shield, it must not be forced to break in, and if the protective shield is moved, everyone will know.

"Forget it, I'd better go back, I have to think long-term." Feng Xiaotian thought.

It's just thirty seconds, and it's almost up, and when Feng Xiaotian just broke away, he used the concealment skill again.

He knew that he had been discovered, and in thirty seconds, he had to go back as fast as he could, as fast as possible.

Left as fast as he could, and thirty seconds later, Feng Xiaotian reappeared.

also entered the scope of He Lao's spiritual power again,

Thirty seconds is a bit short and not a long distance.

Soon Feng Xiaotian returned to his room, and he felt that he still underestimated the strength of the Martial Spirit Palace.

And there will be no fewer shrewd people, although they have the life experience of the previous life, they are only in their thirties.

In the previous life, he was not very brilliant, an ordinary worker, or a single dog, he asked himself that in this life, in the Douluo Continent, he had done well enough, and even played for a long time.

He is not the protagonist of the previous life, the previous life was a dick who achieved nothing, and after coming to the other world, he became the brain of the dominant party, and he had all kinds of means.

But what he wants to say is, with such a skill, in his previous life, he would be so good at mixing into a small dick? Unemployed vagrants, or even time-travelers who commit suicide in the face of setbacks.

For so long, Feng Xiaotian has been working hard, only hard work can improve, since he was born to work hard, to have this achievement.

It's a pity that even so, there are still people in the Martial Spirit Hall who are smarter than him.

This time the escape plan was a failure.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong Feng Xiaotian felt, his escape plan was almost perfect, or was he discovered, two possibilities, either the people of the Martial Spirit Hall predicted it in advance.

Either someone has been secretly observing him, and this person's spiritual power is much stronger than his, a Title Douluo above level ninety-one.

No, I changed the opinion of the Wuhun Palace, but I didn't change the idea of escaping the Wuhun Palace.

And then I kept thinking about it, but I ignored other things.

If I were the Pope, what would I do with someone who joins like this?

It's normal to find someone to pay attention, after all, it's a genius, and it's hard not to pay attention.

In addition, will I restrict the participation only?

Feng Xiaotian felt that he would definitely not, if such a person joined, I would give the greatest preferential treatment, and then publicize it on the mainland.

After all, he had already won the championship in the Advanced Soul Master Competition, and the name of a genius would definitely spread throughout the continent, restricting freedom, which was the lowest practice.

Thinking about it like this, he realized that his previous thoughts were too naïve, and no one in another world was simple.

And the soul masters who have achieved cultivation are even more, many of them have come out of the bloody storm, and neither experience nor wisdom can be compared to ordinary people.

And I, it's still a long way off, but fortunately, the soul bone of the head has also improved a lot, and the mental thinking problems have improved, and what is missing is two words, experience.

Wuhun Hall is really Wuhun Palace, Bibi Dong is not simple, I think tomorrow I will be fine even if I swagger out, there should be no one to stop me.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaotian suddenly became enlightened, the road ahead is still long, this time it is a failure, but the next time something like this happens, it will definitely be handled better.

Forget it, I'd better rest for a while, I'm tired from the big night.

This night, Feng Xiaotian did not cultivate, but rarely fell into a deep sleep.

In the hidden place in the corner of a high-rise building in the distance, He Lao watched Feng Xiaotian fall asleep, smiled, and sat cross-legged and began to rest.

The protagonist needs to grow.,The traverser will have a full level of IQ experience as soon as he comes.,Other people have all kinds of IQs.,I don't like this.,Try not to write this.,Of course,Our protagonist is still stronger than most because of the change of the head soul bone.。

(End of chapter)