Wu Feng's expression gradually became solemn, and the action of stroking the cat in his hand also stopped.

Could it be that the shark and the class clan stole the brand and tokens of Yimingzhuang to buy the goods? Is it possible, but Shengyang iron is not so easy to refine and fuse, and it must have a temperature several times higher than that of conventional weapons to melt, so that the person who builds weapons will definitely not be an ordinary place. With so many goods, it is necessary to build thousands of weapons, which is also a big move. The particularity of the southern shark and the northern class...... It has long been discovered.

Wu Feng thought for a moment, but he couldn't get an answer, so he had to give up for the time being. He began to listen carefully to the old man's narration.

"It is precisely because of these weapons that our clan is suspected of fornicating with the two tribes and the Fu army. At the same time, there is also a suspicion of the Terran tribe that won the "Nanhai Stone" - Helun. The old man coughed twice and continued: "The southern shark and the northern class have long been reduced to luxury playthings of all walks of life, although they are unwilling, but with their remaining strength to resist is also a drop in the bucket. What's more, all walks of life have become accustomed to the fact that they are playthings, and the sudden launch of such a large-scale attack on their owners by the tame pets will definitely make their owners panic, and the result of the owner's panic is stronger suppression and straining against those involved in the matter. ”

"And their owners are the whole land, the continent, and almost all the tribes and races. Wu Feng answered, his expression a little heavy.

"So...... You should understand what we are facing. What's more, we still have the treasure of making divine weapons, even if it is a small excuse, as long as it becomes unassailable, then it will become a reason for them to rob us. The lord was angry. It's as if the cause of the year is in front of you.

"Indeed, they can attack you under the pretext of betraying the herd. By the way, you can get a weapon that everyone covets. Wu Feng mocked slightly.

The old man's body leaning on the pillow felt a little limp and sluggish, as if he was too tired, but he still nodded and said, "At first, it was just the Terrans who challenged us. Later... Regardless of whether they received the weapons or not, the people came. Even those places where there are few species and sharks are not raised, they also come to join in the fun. We know that they later raised their teachers to ask for guilt, saying that we were defending the southern shark and the northern class and uniting the rebels, but in fact it was just an excuse, and what they wanted was not a public confession of mistakes, but a sacred object for forging soldiers. ”

The Hou Lord seemed to have aged a lot, and continued to speak slowly: "After being besieged by large and small clan sects, our clan will eventually be defeated and defeated in a short period of time; Later, some of them who were quite prestigious cultivators studied and fought together for several days, and together they broke through the enchantments of several Dongtian mansions, and broke in to kill and plunder. After we were completely powerless to resist, they took everything they could, mined all the ore they could, and ransacked us. The Hou Lord looked at the empty room bitterly and said, "This cave mansion is already the most well-preserved. Maybe...... I guess it's because the source of the holy spring is here...... Alas.

Wu Feng looked around the humble room and shook his head secretly.

After a moment of silence in the field, I heard an excited voice coming from this side: "Childe! Childe!

The voice came from far and near, with heavy wheezing and irrepressible excitement, and as soon as I heard it, I knew that this person was still running towards this side while shouting.

"So fast?" Wu Feng was a little surprised. looked at the person who ran to him and nodded approvingly.

"Yes...... Yes......" The guide breathlessly said to Wu Feng and the Hou Lord: "Everyone heard that the dead spirit can cure the Hou Lord's illness, and they all went to help!"

Lord Hou's cloudy eyes had a look of disbelief.

Wu Feng looked at the Hou Lord and nodded to him. The Hou Lord looked at Wu Feng, and suddenly felt a little emotional, a little grateful, and a little sour.

"What about the dead?" Wu Feng asked.

The guide took off a bottle from his waist and handed it to Wu Feng, panting and said, "After...... Behind...... And also...... Yes...... More than 500 of them. ”

More than 500 of them? Wu Feng was dumbfounded, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked at the Hou Master who was in a daze at the moment.

In an instant, scattered and powerful footsteps came from far and near, and the thick wheezing sound of uneven levels came and went. Then at the same time and in the same place, the footsteps stopped, and all that remained was heavy breathing.

"Here they are!" the guide opened the door and helped the lord out of the way.

Outside the majestic hall, on the square in front of the hall, there are more than 300 people holding porcelain vases, and what is contained in the porcelain vase is Wufeng's need to die.

When the lord stepped out of the door railing of the grand hall, when he saw more than 300 people panting with porcelain vases of various colors in the field, when he felt more than 300 hot eyes on his body half into the loess...... When he heard a young child's voice shouting in an innocent and joyful voice, "Daddy, the lord is awake!", and then the people in the audience cheered for joy...... The bearded lord of the marquis, on his rough and dry cheeks, two muddy old tears flowed.

Originally...... After all, there are still people who care about themselves. Even after that massacre, the clan fell apart, and he was bent on death lying in bed ignoring the world... But, after all, there are still more than 300 people who care about themselves.

For several years, he never cared about his people, nor did he care about himself anymore; he only knew how to pretend to be sick and escape the world until he was really dying and bedridden; for several years, there was no trade and no food, everything that could be eaten was in his mouth, and what sustained his life was the plants that were almost eaten clean in the cave, and the small beasts that occasionally passed by in the snowy mountains.

Looking at the more than 300 ragged, thin and hungry tribesmen, I thought that everyone was full of scenery and spirit. The marquis knelt down on his knees.

"I'm sorry for you...... I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for you!" The hoarse voice was mixed with the sound of intermittent coughing, and the lord put his hands on the ground and kowtowed to his people.

The people in the venue panicked when they saw this, and they didn't know what to do for a while. Suddenly, the entire arena was silent, except for the sound of the Hou Lord's cry and the sound of his head hitting the ground.

At some point, the landlord's head hit a soft palm, and then he was slowly lifted up.

Xia He smiled at the Hou Lord, she looked into the old man's eyes and whispered, "No matter what you have experienced, at least, there are more than three hundred people who will accompany you in the tribulation. ”

The old man glanced at Xia He, looked at Wu Feng, and looked at the more than three hundred clansmen in the field who had not yet come to their senses. Thinking carefully about Xia He's words, he settled down after a while, and a bright luster oozed from his scattered and cloudy eyes. He gently broke free from Xia He's support, walked towards Wufeng, and pleaded with a sincere and firm attitude: "Please, save me!"

Wu Feng looked at the old man and said, "Remember, what you promised." ”

The old man looked at Wu Feng, his expression became more and more resolute, his eyes became brighter and brighter, he didn't speak, he just stood up and saluted Wu Feng.

Wu Feng nodded at him and said to the people in the audience, "Everyone, open the mouth of the bottle." ”

As he was told, they each uncorked the bottle containing the dead spirit.

Suddenly, hundreds of gray mist visible to the naked eye erupted from the mouths of more than three hundred bottles, and the wind gusted in the field, and ghosts cried wolves.

But there was no fear among the people below, not even the childish. After all, the Wei clan and the underworld are of the same root and origin, although they were separated and independent ten thousand years ago, they are still not afraid of the demons and monsters in this matter. And the absence of a blade and the like, not to mention.

When the yin qi in the field was permeated, the wind was strong, and people were about to be unable to open their eyes, Wu Feng raised his hand into a claw, and there was a small ball of golden gas integrated between the claws, and the small ball seemed to have a huge suction, forcibly sucking the ghost crying wolf howl in front of him.

The rapid rushing air flow in the field suddenly formed a tornado, and everyone hurriedly retreated to the side to stop and watch, surprised, curious and admired.

I saw that the gray tornado was faintly surrounded by thunder and lightning, accompanied by the whirring sound of the wind, and the sound of crackling thunder and lightning became louder and louder. From time to time, the shape of the wind was mixed with the appearance of the deceased, whether it was the head or the hands or some other part, and began to violently hit the cage that imprisoned them, as if trying to escape.

A slender and deformed grimace looked at the crowd with its mouth wide open, as if crying out for help in pain, but it was instantly dissipated by a lightning strike in the wind. A pair of thick ghost hands suddenly waved their teeth and claws from the other side of the wind, and were struck by a lightning bolt in the wind, and instantly disappeared. In this way, with the wind as a prison and the electricity as a protector, no matter how much the dead in this whirlwind struggle, it is in vain.

After a few moments, the thick whirlwind slowly became smaller until it was completely absorbed and disappeared into the small golden ball in Wu Feng's hand. Wu Feng's eyes were closed, he squeezed the ball into his palm, his fingertips embedded in his palm, and suddenly bright red blood flowed out of his palm. He closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra, and before the time of tea, a silver-gray blood-colored round bead formed in his hand, which was a little strangely beautiful.

Wu Feng twisted the pearl-sized bead with his other hand, looked at the old man in front of him and said, "Hold it under your tongue, don't swallow it." ”

After the old man acted according to his words, the man did not know when there were a few more needles as thin as cow's hair, and slapped them on the old man's body at a lightning speed, and the silver needles were ingested into the old man's body, and the old man only felt a sharp pain in the joints around his body, and when he was about to open his mouth to exhale the pain, it didn't hurt anymore. As if it was just an illusion.

Wu Feng slapped the old man's back again, and his hand grabbed on the top of the old man's head, and suddenly, the old man only felt that the pearl-sized pill was moved to his Tianling acupoint, although there was a strange feeling, but the place where the bead passed was cold, and he suddenly felt refreshed.

The moment he turned the beads into the old man's skull, a cool and scorching air current, at the same time, penetrated through the hundred remains, the old man's chapped skin gradually regained moisture, his cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter, and his sick body was suddenly relaxed and relaxed. The whole body seems to have inexhaustible strength and inexhaustible energy.

The people in the audience stared at the magical scene on the stage with their eyes wide open. The withered and dying lord regained his youth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, standing at the door of the majestic hall was no longer a rickety, dying old man, but a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, rough and straight.

"Lord Hou......!" I don't know who opened the mouth first, and the quiet venue was suddenly in an uproar. Everyone looked at the Hou Lord in disbelief, as if he had conjured a trick, and recalled Wufeng's superb and magical methods, and the color of amazement and worship was revealed.

"Gongzi Xie saves the lord!" said a person kneeling down at Wu Feng. "Thank you, Childe!" said two or three people on their knees. "Thank you Childe for saving us!" "Thank you Childe for giving us hope!" ......

Suddenly, the audience fell to their knees.

The marquis also knelt at Wufeng's feet.

Wu Feng waved his hand and said, "No need, the method of inducing souls and renewing life is too consuming, so the Hou Master might as well arrange a guest room for me and let me rest for a while." After that, more on that later. ”

Only then did the marquis get up, and he helped Wufeng, who was a little shaky and pale, and after giving a few words to the guide of the deacon next to him, he hurriedly carried Wufeng to his dormitory.

The boiling sound outside gradually disappeared, and Xia He's voice came from the quiet soft collapse: "I'll just wait here, don't bother the lord." ”

The Hou Lord looked at Wu Feng, looking worried, and then looked at Xia He, who nodded and smiled at him, and sighed heavily: "The girl has something, just tell me!"

The things in front of him became more and more blurred, the big cat next to him snuggled up to his side, and Wu Feng saw Xia He still waiting by his side in a trance, so he leaned on the big cat's plush and warm body, and closed his eyes peacefully.

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