"Wow......"

Zhang Qingfeng, who was hard to resist the flute sound, spurted out a burst of blood, flipped his left hand, and another short sword fell from the cuff into the palm of his hand and rested on the neck of Snake Langjun.

"Third, as a killer, you have too much nonsense, and it has been a taboo for you to report your name, didn't your ancestor teach you that you can't speak before you die?

Laugh at!

The sword light flashed across Snake Langjun's neck, and the psychic master of the Qi Refining Realm covered his throat with blood gushing with his hand, fell to the ground, kicked his leg a few times, and did not move.

"Whirring ......"

Zhang Qingfeng sat on the ground with his butt and gasped for breath.

In the face of the snake Langjun who can control the snakes, he has to fight to the death and win quickly, otherwise when the other party reacts, he can consume himself to death even if he consumes.

The aura in the body of the Qi Refining Realm Martial Cultivator is more than ten times that of the Zhou Tian Realm Martial Cultivator, and the five senses and reaction speed are also twice as fast, Zhang Qingfeng not only took the seventh step of the Ghost Shadow in order to succeed in one blow, but also used the limit of the body martial arts he can currently use - the eighth step of the Ghost Shadow Seven Star Step!

The Ghost Shadow Seven Star Steps were originally created by Zhang Qingfeng thousands of years ago based on a set of gold-level advanced body martial arts "Nine Changes of Gods and Demons". There are nine steps.

His original intention in creating this footwork was to help a slave's son who only had Zhou Tianjing have more bargaining chips to win when challenging a Qi Refining Realm master, who would have thought that after a thousand years, his set of footwork would spread throughout the continent.

The technique of ghost walking is not difficult to master.

The difficulty lies in the operation of the aura, and the aura in Zhou Tianjing's martial cultivation body can only support up to the seventh step at most, which is why Zhang Qingfeng did not leave the cultivation mantra of the eighth and ninth steps.

The sound of the dementor flute that Snake Langjun blew at the end caused Zhang Qingfeng a lot of internal injuries, and if he didn't make a move, he might have lost his ability to fight before he could get close. The sound of a psychic's flute is by no means that easy to deal with.

As soon as Snake Langjun died, the snakes lost control and dispersed one after another.

Zhang Qingfeng struggled to the corpse of Snake Langjun, groped around with him for a while, and when he got up again, he had an animal skin bag and a thumb-thick black piccolo in his hand.

The flute is the snake repellent spirit flute of Snake Langjun.

The animal skin bag is a Qiankun bag, because it is dark, Zhang Qingfeng can't see what is inside, but the space is twice as large as the three-grade Qiankun bag that Qin Yun'er gave him, and the grade is four-grade.

Zhang Qingfeng packed up the loot, came to the giant wolf's corpse and pulled out the long sword from its throat, skillfully broke a hole in the back of its head, took out an egg-sized beast core, and then used his body to sweep in the direction it came.

The difference between brute beasts and ordinary beasts is that they can absorb the aura of heaven and earth to form a beast core in the body, and the size and color of the beast cores of different levels are different, and the criteria for winning or losing in Zhou Yuan's hunting evaluation are on the beast core.

When Zhang Qingfeng found Tiger Da Hu Er, there were hundreds of poisonous snake corpses under the tree.

When I asked, I found out that it was the two of them who saw that the besieging snake group was stopped, and they were angry, so they drew their sabers to kill the snakes, but not long after they were killed, the snake group suddenly retreated.

Zhang Qingfeng briefly recounted the experience, but said that someone did it to himself, the snakes were ghosts made by psychicists, and the cultivation realm of Snake Langjun passed by.

The tiger and the tiger are both rough people, and after listening to it, they scolded loudly, and kept greeting the ancestors and ancestors of the main envoy behind them, while Zhang Qingfeng entered the tent, lit up the oil and wax, and checked the Qiankun bag of the snake Langjun by the light.

The contents of the bags were poured to the ground, and the bottles and cans were piled up into a small mountain.

There are many treasures in the Qiankun bag, except for more than 100 pieces of kyanite (1 piece of kyanite = 100 pieces of lecite), more than eighty percent of them are pills.

The grade of the pill is not high, most of them are low-grade pills, there are more than 20 bottles of medium-grade pills, and there are only five bottles of high-grade pills.

These elixirs come in a variety of ways, ranging from healing to detoxifying, to hallucinogenic and blinding poisons.

It has to be said that psychics are the richest type of cultivators in the cultivation world.

If the pill on the ground is replaced with white crystal, it can be sold for at least seventy or eighty thousand yuan.

An animal skin scroll caught Zhang Qingfeng's attention.

Pick it up, turn the first page, and what catches your eye are five big words: "Psychic Ten Thousand Snake Array".

This is a formation book.

Zhang Qingfeng continued to roll back, his eyes gradually brightening.

Because this book not only records the secret technique of driving away snakes and killing people, but also records in detail the method of playing the spirit flute.

Zhang Qingfeng knows all the laws, and at the most glorious peak of a thousand years ago, there were more than 100 top psychics around him, and he could crush Snake Langjun with just one person.

It's just that Zhang Qingfeng, who has a specialization in art and has no talent for music, has always regarded musical instruments as forbidden, and he has been implicated by it, and the psychic's beast control technique has also become a low-level magic that is difficult to enter in the eyes of Zhang Qingfeng.

But now, thinking of the terrifying Ten Thousand Snake Array just now, he became interested in spiritism for the first time.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't expect that he would become a psychic who was proficient in beast control, and he was not interested in the unpredictable Ten Thousand Snake Great Array.

There was only one command he had to learn: kill!

It is not difficult to drive snakes and kill people, but the difficult thing is to control the snakes to hunt fixed targets.

Zhang Qingfeng's desired effect was to provoke the ferocity of those poisonous snakes hidden in the shadows, indiscriminately attacking the nearby beasts.

When the tone was frustrated, and the method of resisting beasts full of artistic beauty turned into a sharp and piercing ghost crying wolf, the hunting ground was completely chaotic.

A clouded leopard lying in the bushes was staring at a tiger-striped boar not far away, ready to launch a fatal blow, but before it could attack, a spotted snake suddenly bit the boar's nose, and the boar howled in pain, pulled out its legs and ran, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The clouded leopard didn't react for a while, the spotted snake was just an ordinary snake, and the boar was a sixth-order brute beast that didn't even have the certainty of victory in a head-on battle, and in its memory, it had never seen the spotted snake attack the boar, so it didn't want to die?

The accident was far more than that, just when the clouded leopard was hesitating whether to chase it, a black-lined snake suddenly crawled down from the tree next to it and bit the clouded leopard's stomach.

Wild beasts in the mountains and forests have their own instinctive instincts for danger, even if they are ants, they have the instinct to avoid harm and take advantage.

The black line snake is a first-order brute beast, and it would never dare to attack the flowing cloud leopard on weekdays, and the memory left by the ancestors told it that the bit of snake venom in its body was poisonous and could not kill this behemoth, on the contrary, the flowing cloud leopard could tear it to pieces with a casual claw.

But what's going on today?

The wandering clouded leopard, which failed in the hunt, was enraged.

It had already spotted the black-threaded snake in the tree.

If it weren't for the lack of meat and the bigger boar waiting for him in front, he wouldn't mind beating the snake with a tooth sacrifice.

It's good now, it didn't move, but the black snake took its mouth on it first, isn't this looking for death?