When the guy saw the fat man, his expression was very vigilant, he was very worried that his mountain that he had finally deceived would give the fat man a short, until he heard the fat man say that his name was Wei Menghu, he covered his stomach and laughed, the fat man was very unconvinced, and said that people should not be good-looking, and when the master was cured of the disease in the future, he was so handsome that you stinky Taoist priest would have low self-esteem, and the reverse Yu sneered when he heard this, if anyone believes what you say, unless you can climb the tree now.

However, I have to say that the addition of the fat man solved a problem for Ning Feng and the three of them, the food problem, Ning Feng was only good at roasting monster meat, and he didn't know anything about other ingredients. Reverse Yu is a beautiful name, how can you be a teacher, how can you boys help you boys all day long, and show the old guys in the academy how faceless.

As soon as the fat man made a move, Ning Feng and the three of them were immediately shocked, they were really unseemly, this guy was really an expert in cooking, the fat man was proud of this, and said how he was, and even boasted that he had written a book about food, but he didn't believe it, and he didn't say a word, and Ning Feng casually asked what it was called.

When the fat man said the title of the book that Ning Feng couldn't forget for the rest of his life, the fat man was beaten badly, Ji Yu and Leng Ran both looked at him with interest, and the fat man looked innocent and pitiful, I really couldn't understand where he offended this uncle, however, being beaten would help his condition, but this must not be said, the fat man thought to himself.

When Ning Feng snorted and cried at the beginning when Su Muyu used the fat man's recipe as a medical book and almost didn't tell him to death, everyone laughed, and the fat man stood up with a slap of his head, saying that he had committed an occupational disease, and chose a misleading name for the book.

"By the way, aren't you called Wei Menghu? The signature of your book can be Wei Maoshuai, isn't it you?" Ning Feng suddenly remembered.

"Well, I was looking in the mirror at the time, and I wrote it after thinking about it for a long time, hey, I'm so handsome for Mao?"

Everyone was speechless, this guy was so thick-skinned that even Zhi Yu felt that this was a malleable talent, and he almost couldn't help but want to accept the fat man as his mantle heir.

"I'm a pharmacist, and food is just a hobby, just like I like to collect gossip. ”

"Do you know what this Daoist cultivates?" Ning Feng suddenly became a little curious about the matter of Reverse Yu, this unscrupulous Daoist is always elusive, and his identity is also unpredictable.

"It doesn't matter if you cultivate, what matters is who you are? If I'm not mistaken, your extralegal clone is not an ordinary thing, but an ancient beast, hehe, I'm right. ”

The fat man grinned and put on the shoulder of the fat man, and the words he said made the reverse feather frown, and he had to re-examine the fat man, and suddenly, he saw the extremely faint mark on the fat man's forehead, and suddenly realized.

"I see, you are the one who died in the world, the person from that place, I remember being called a time thief!"

Reverse Yu said, warning Ning Feng and Leng Ran, "You two stay away from him, as long as anyone who touches his body will be seen by him some fragments of what happened in the past." ”

Ning Feng and Leng Ran were shocked, there is still this ability in the world?

Seeing the guarded appearance of the three of them, the fat man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said in a somewhat gloomy tone.

"Actually, you don't have to be so afraid of me, I said before, I'm sick, my ability is weakening, and you guys are really strange, it's like the fate pattern is covered by a hazy heavenly machine, I can only vaguely see a corner, my old man in order to see Ning Feng's future clearly, is now lying on the bed and is almost like a waste. The way of heaven has a cause and an effect, and the world has misunderstandings about us who are born in heaven. ”

The fat man saw that the expressions of the three of them were slightly softened, and continued.

"In my last life, I was the only one in the world with medicinal arts, except for the Ghost Valley, I can't find any existence in the world that can be comparable to us, even the so-called Holy Order Alchemist, in our eyes, is like a babbling child. We heal and save people, so God allows us to see the heavens, but there is no price, and I, I am the derivative of this price, I was cursed as soon as I was born, if it weren't for my special status in the family, I was treated by the family, I am afraid that I would have lost my life a long time ago.

So your worries are superfluous, I, Wei Menghu, know very well how shocking this ability to see through other people's past is, and I rarely communicate with people on weekdays, my old man can't bear to watch me being swallowed by a curse, speculating on the heavens with his life, and then he saw a group of people, including the two of you.

The old man said that he saw an end times, corpses were all over the field, blood was flowing like a river, Kunpeng had broken wings, Canglong was bleeding, and there were countless corpses on the ground, but only that group of vague figures had been standing, so he called me to come to you.

I don't want to die, not because I'm afraid of death, but because I haven't repaid my loved ones who have kept me alive today. So I must follow you, and if you agree with me as a friend, I can swear by the heavens that I will not use my power to peek into my friend's secrets. ”

The fat man's words silenced Ning Feng and Leng Ran, not knowing how to answer, yes, people with this ability to defy the heavens are themselves isolated, who would want to stay with a monster who can spy on other people's past.

After all, Zhi Yu was well-informed, although he was a little surprised, but he was not shocked, but he thought of something else, so he asked.

"Fatty, you said that you have a special status in the afterlife, as far as I know, in that kind of place where demons come out in large numbers, even if your old man is the master of the three days, I am afraid that he will not be able to make so many people agree to treat your injuries. Tell me, what else is so special about you? Could it be that the curse on your body has made them reluctant to keep you as a guinea pig?"

The fat man shook his head bitterly and sighed.

"It's not, as you said, in addition to our Death Heaven in the last three days, there are also the Ghost Valley Domain and the Sword Heavenly Tomb, and my grandfather is not the Lord of the last three days. The reason why they did not hesitate to spend the strength of my entire rebirth heaven was because of my cultivation talent, I may not be outstanding in terms of realm, but in terms of pharmacology, rules, and even domains, my talent is definitely the first person in the past ten thousand years. Of course, only a genius who grows up can be counted as a genius, and what really makes them excited is my other ability, a temptation that no cultivator can resist.

I am the closest person to eternal life in this world, not to say my lifespan, but my ability, I am only a spiritual vein now, but I can use the power of the throne of the Martial King, the power of the rules of the saint, and even, I can imitate the realm and use the emperor's breath that only the Great Emperor has.

I say this, you should understand the degree of my ability against the sky, my cultivation path, there is no bottleneck, no matter how low my cultivation is, I can use the ability corresponding to any major realm.

The so-called power of time, that is, the power of time, is like the power of the Martial Emperor shattering the void, using the power of space. Why have we been the top races in the continent, because we are the messengers of time, our natal spirit veins are the wheel of time, and I am the derivative of countless curses that have been carried for countless years after the wheel of time has dimmed, if I don't die within ten years, I can get eternal life!"

Ning Feng and Leng Ran were stunned, and Reverse Yu also opened his mouth in shock, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Eternal life is the ultimate pursuit of a cultivator. Who in the world can not die?

The four of them had their own thoughts, and they were speechless all night, just eating silently.

......

At dawn the next day, the three of them set off to the place where the freshmen of Tianfeng Academy would meet, talking and laughing along the way, as if nothing had happened last night.

Ning Feng also specially released the bald bird, the iron-fronted violent bear and the little chubby dun out of the sea of qi, reprimanded them warningly, told them not to cause trouble, and then handed over the three troublesome guys to Reverse Yu.

The ring match went on as scheduled, today is the last round of elimination, and only one person can be left in each ring, and yesterday there was no hard requirement, many people formed gangs, and of course, there was no shortage of fat people who fought alone.

"Remember, our bet!"

Ning Feng reminded Leng Ran, Leng Dye nodded, and then the three of them each chose a ring to challenge.

At this time, it had already begun for a while, and Ning Feng's opponent in the ring was a young man of about the same size as himself, with dark skin, who looked like a power-type martial artist.

"Ningfeng"

"Chen He"

The two greeted each other politely, and Ning Feng saw that he was a water-attribute spiritual power, so he also used fire-attribute spiritual power.

Bang......

After the first fight, the two also figured out each other's realm, Ning Feng's spiritual vein was threefold, and Chen He's spiritual vein was sixfold.

The two of them have been fighting back and forth for about ten rounds, and Ning Feng is calm and relaxed, without the slightest panic and lack of spiritual power.

This Chen He's combat power is mediocre, his boxing and martial arts skills are also the stalls of the lower level of the Yellow Order, and he does not have strong blood qi, the only thing that makes Ning Feng's eyes shine is his fighting skills.

It was precisely for this reason that Ning Feng had been fighting with him for so long, and while he was resisting Chen He's offensive moves, he was thinking in his heart what would happen if he used this move himself, what details should he pay attention to, and he couldn't make some unnecessary mistakes like Chen He.

Chen He complained bitterly in his heart, others may seem that the two of them are fighting back and forth, but the real situation is that he is completely a sparring partner. Don't look at the age of the kid in front of him, his combat experience is no better than that of himself, a person born from tiger hunting, if he continues to fight slowly like this, it will be a kind of torture for himself.

So after Chen He fought with Ning Feng again, he took two more steps back, then hugged his fist towards Ning Feng, and took out his own weapon, a close-fitting short knife.

A hunter without a weapon and a hunter with a weapon are completely different things, after taking out the weapon, Chen He's breath became stable, and the offensive moves were more than one or two times smoother than before, on the one hand, because he had been pressed by Ning Feng for too long, and on the other hand, because of the habit of hunting demonic beasts all year round.

Fighting with the Warcraft with his bare hands, even if the Warcraft is not too strong, there is a feeling of inappropriateness in his heart, but with this short knife, even in the face of the Warcraft that is much stronger than himself, there is also a desire to fight in his heart, this is the psychology of the hunter, very strange, but also very real.

Ning Feng began to use the sword Ling Tian to dodge this time, and the two of them fought like this for more than ten rounds, Chen He suddenly grabbed Ning Feng's swing with his other unweaponized hand, as if he usually grabbed the throat of the demonic beast at once.

Ning Feng struggled, didn't shake it off, just let him hold it, Chen He's other hand grabbed the short knife and stabbed Ning Feng at the door, but the shot was only half a distance, Ning Feng did not retreat but advanced, and used his elbow against Chen He's elbow, Chen He's strength was nowhere to go, there was a short knife in his hand but there was no use, every time he switched angles and stabbed at Ning Feng, Ning Feng resisted himself halfway as if he had already seen through his intentions, and he didn't let his right hand holding the weapon stab out at all.

Chen He was helpless, and used his feet instead, wanting to force Ning Feng back a little, so that the short knife in his hand would have a place to use, Ning Feng took advantage of the situation to retreat, and at the moment when Chen He thought that the opportunity had come, he suddenly hit Chen He's elbow with lightning speed, Chen He was in pain, and he really didn't react, and the strength of holding the short knife in his hand was sent some, Ning Feng turned around and took advantage of the situation to snatch it, and when Chen He came back to his senses, the short knife had already reached his neck.

"I throw in the towel!"

Although Chen He was unwilling, he also knew the gap between himself and Ning Feng, and couldn't help but bow his head and shout with regret.