Wu Feng looked at his wooden figure and felt so ugly.

It's really ugly, stupid, stunned, and not like myself at all.

At this time, Cai Yun walked quickly, threw out a pill casually, and said eagerly: "This is the Hui Ling Pill, eat it quickly, and then try it with your Fu Ling, see what changes can be made to this wooden man!"

She didn't expect that Mu Ren would one day be able to combine with Fu Ling, and she was excited to think about it!

Hearing this, Wu Feng ate the elixir and felt that the recovery speed of his spiritual power was greatly accelerated.

Empowered?

Well, then I'll try.....

Wu Feng closed his eyes and tried to communicate with the wooden man with his own thoughts.

It's an amazing process.

It seems that the wooden man is himself, moving with his heart and walking at will.

Cai Yun stared at the side without blinking, she was very curious, and she also wanted to know how shocking it would be if the wooden man and the spirit were combined, maybe its practicality would probably reach the level of ground-level spiritual arts!

"Huh!"

On the martial arts field, under the manipulation of Wu Feng, the wooden man ran quickly.

The posture of the wooden man is very coordinated, not stiff at all, like a normal person, jumping up and down, like a monkey, extremely flexible.

Caiyun was shocked!

It's amazing, this flexibility is no different from ordinary people.

It's terrifying, if you wait for Wu Feng's spiritual power to be strong in the future, wave your hand, this is a group of dead soldiers!

However, Wu Feng felt that the role of the spirit did not stop there.

So, he thought again, and the wooden man suddenly had a change that made another Caiyun look stupid.

I saw that the short wooden man had an extra pair of wooden armor out of thin air, and he was still holding a shield and sword in his hand, and his helmet was inlaid with a majestic and murderous spirit.

This was Wu Feng's personification based on the armor of the generals he had seen before.

At that time, he stopped in the streets of Qinglin City, and the Imperial Marshal happened to lead his army to pass by, but the army that exterminated the beast returned in triumph.

The marshal rode a flaming spirit tiger and was wearing dragon martial armor, which was simply handsome.

Since then, Wu Feng has been deeply impressed.....

Then, under his command, the wooden man made a series of regular chopping movements, and the clouds were dizzy to watch.

It's too strong, a human-level spiritual skill has reached this level through spiritual endowment.

It is worthy of being the number one spiritual skill in the mainland, and in the field of skills, it is really unmatched!

The function of spiritual magic is to use spiritual power to produce various changes.

The role of spiritual skills is to make spiritual arts produce more changes, and the two complement each other, but in general, spiritual skills are more difficult to master than spiritual skills.

Spirit, on the other hand, can make any spiritual art change at will, and it can completely surprise the enemy in battle.

If Wu Feng can be exposed in the competition after three days, let alone the peak of a spirit master, even a spirit warrior may not be able to compete with him in the early stage!

.......

Evening.

Wu Feng said goodbye to Mentor Caiyun, who was still in a mess, and made an appointment to continue cultivating tomorrow.

Ke Caiyun felt that as long as he stayed with this demon, he would not have the slightest desire to cultivate at all.

She has been beaten to the point that she has no fighting spirit, and even has a plan to get by like this for the rest of her life.

So, it's better for him not to come to himself, I don't want to be a genius, I'm wrong, can't I, give me a waste so that I can find a sense of existence as a mentor....

......

While it was still early, Wu Feng did not go to the cafeteria, but planned to visit an old man.

He is the friend of Mentor Song Shan, the strange and mysterious doorman, and he may also be his future alchemy mentor.

This uncle is said to be older than the dean, but he doesn't have the slightest strength, as if he was seriously injured in his early years, resulting in a completely useless cultivation.

No one knows where he came from, and the students call him Uncle Janitor.

Because, he has been sticking to this Xuanling Academy for more than forty years, and when he first entered the school, Wu Feng still saw him at the gate of the academy.

At that time, the uncle was dressed in a white robe, his breath was weak, and like an ordinary old man, he had to walk hard.

Could it be that his alchemy is even more sophisticated than that of Mentor Song Shan?

With doubts, Wu Feng took the handwritten letter and came to a small room at the entrance of the academy.

The cottage was surrounded by flowers and plants, close to the gate of the college, and it was evening and there were not many pedestrians.

Outside the door, the old man is boiling water on the stove, there is brewed tea next to him, and when he smells it gently, a fragrance penetrates into the heart and lungs, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Hello!" Wu Feng came to the door and nodded apprehensively.

"I'm not good!" the old man immediately choked back, with a dead face, as if someone owed him tens of thousands of gold coins.

"Forehead ......"

This fresh and refined routine caused Wu Feng to not know how to take it down.

The old man ignored him and drank tea by himself.

"This is a letter from Tutor Song Shan to you, please take a look!" Helplessly, Wu Feng had to go straight to the point.

"Then why didn't he say it in person, his alchemy room is far away from me?" Unexpectedly, the old man still didn't raise his head and snorted.

"Forehead ......"

Wu Feng was dumbfounded again, how could this uncle's temper be worse than Zhou Yan!

"Alright, alright, bring it. The old man gave him an impatient look.

"Oh!"

Wu Feng cautiously handed over the letter, for fear that the uncle would break out and beat people if he was not careful.

The old man's eyes were half-closed, and he finished reading the letter with a faint expression, then turned his head to look at Wu Feng without saying a word.

Wu Feng was uncomfortable, he couldn't go, he didn't stay, he could only smile.

"Han Wazi, let me ask you, Old Man Song said that you are extremely talented, and you actually directly refined the potion into a pill in the assessment, is this true?"

Although the old man still had that dead face, if you look closely, you can find a touch of shock in his eyes.

"That's right, last night, I did refine a pill....." Wu Feng scratched his head.

"Eighty percent is enough?" the old man asked again.

"Good..... It seems to be!" Wu Feng recalled.

"Well, bring me the elixir and let me take a look!" the old man took a sip of tea and drank the letter.

Wu Feng rummaged over his body, took out a yellow pill, and handed it to the old man.

This is the elixir he refined yesterday, and he intends to keep it as a souvenir.

The old man first sniffed it, then tasted it again, and finally nodded: "Very good, very good, it is indeed eighty percent, it is almost ninety, and you are still refining it from an abandoned Dan furnace, which is quite good, among the people I know, in terms of talent, no one can match one-tenth of you!"

"Senior, I should just be lucky, I was refined in a daze, and I didn't feel anything, I was just a little tired...."Wu Feng scratched his head, as long as he was praised by others, he would be embarrassed.

"Oh..... That's right!"

The old man stared at him for a long time, and suddenly showed a smile: "Go, help me wash my clothes first, and then cook the meal!"

"Huh?"