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Chapter 169: What is a soul?

I thought about it for a long time, but I still didn't have any ideas.

His master Feng Lao wants to teach his own refining tools, to be honest, he really doesn't know anything about this.

Refiner is also a very popular profession in the world of cultivators, and each refiner has his own unique refining method.

This method is not easy to pass on, so Su Feng can only see the level of the spirit weapon, but he is not clear about the casting method at all.

So......

Think of a fart!

Ordinary gold and fire dual-attribute refiners themselves couldn't figure out what they were forging spirit weapons, let alone the methods of refiners like Feng Lao who used wind attribute spiritual power refiners.

Su Feng looked at the gray sky helplessly, speechless and choked the sky.

At this moment, the terrifying spiritual power coercion instantly appeared in the sky!

The Feng Rin Sword flew into Su Feng's hand on its own, and the originally faint blood-red flames in Su Feng's eyes instantly rose up, and Su Feng in his intact state returned again!

In the face of coercion, this was already Su Feng's knee-jerk reaction.

The next moment, a familiar breath came.

Su Feng was directly relieved of the fighting state.

Who else can appear here, except for the unlucky master Feng Lao who threw himself here.

Is this still a pinch?

Is it really an old style?

Su Feng mobilized his spiritual power, and a pair of spiritual wings appeared directly behind him, and with a flap of his wings, Su Feng's body flew directly into the air under the surging airflow.

Feng Lao took a step out of the spatial crack, and it happened that Su Feng also came to Feng Lao's body.

The distance between him and Feng Lao was close, and Su Feng smelled the rich smell of wine on Feng Lao's body.

Looking at Feng Lao's face red and his body floating, isn't this just drinking high?

......

Su Feng was about to speak, but the old Feng opened his mouth: "Hiccup!"

A wine burp came straight out.

Now Zi Feng is really drunk, the difference between being really drunk and pretending to be drunk is whether Feng Lao will be merciful or not.

First, a strong smell of wine rushed directly into Su Feng's nasal cavity.

Next, Su Feng's eyes instantly became godless, and the fourth form of "Feng Rin Sword Technique": Empty Mountain Bird Language was directly used by Su Feng.

The reason for using this style of swordsmanship is nothing else, it is because of the countless wind blades that come on your face!

Feng Lao's unconscious wine burp directly caused the restlessness of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and the wind attribute spiritual power seemed to form a series of wind blades on its own as if it had life, rushing towards Su Feng!

At such a close distance, if he relied on his original ability, Su Feng really didn't dare to be sure that he could dodge it all!

Just this ordinary wine burp was so powerful that it even directly made Su Feng enter the ethereal state from the state of empty mountain birds.

If the opening of the empty mountain bird language is to dodge, then this ethereal opening is completely intuitive.

Although sometimes this intuition is a little wrong, most of the time Su Feng still trusts his instincts.

The speed of the wind blade was extremely fast, and when Su Feng turned on the ethereal spirit, this wind blade had already come to Su Feng's body.

Under the ethereal spirit, all the movements of Su Feng's body were handed over to his intuition.

The wings of spiritual power suddenly wrapped around his body, and the cyan spiritual power turned into a violent wind to push the operation of his body.

Pieces of wind blades grazed Su Feng's body, but they didn't cause any damage to Su Feng at all.

The dodge was completed, the ethereal state closed by itself, Su Feng looked behind him, and a shocking scene appeared directly in front of him!

It's just that this ordinary wind blade actually cut directly through the mountain peaks behind, if it weren't for the wind blade being too small, then this mountain peak would be cut off by the waist, right?

This power, isn't it a little too terrifying?

I'm afraid Su Feng can't do it with all his strength now, right?

"Boom." After swallowing his saliva in fear, Su Feng glared at Elder Feng angrily, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Master, you murder!" ”

"Hiccup." Another wine burp sounded, and the frightened Su Feng would directly dodge to the side with an instantaneous step.

As a result, nothing happened.

Feng Lao seemed to be much more sober after burping these two wines, looked around, and said to himself with a puzzled expression: "Why did the old man come here?" Am I not going home to sleep? ”

Su Feng flew above Old Man Feng's head, and Su Feng heard what Old Man Feng said clearly.

It's embarrassing.

I thought it was Feng Lao who came to guide me when he finished the first step and didn't have any idea about the second step, but it turned out that he just drank too much and went the wrong way?

Su Feng, I want to cry without tears.

The impression that Feng Lao was out of tune had been deeply engraved in Su Feng's mind, and now Su Feng silently added a label to Feng Lao.

That label is: drunkard.

It's just two words, but it is very suitable for Feng Lao's current state.

Looking at Feng Lao's appearance, I don't know why, Su Feng is a little used to it.

If you think about it, Feng Lao can actually understand that Feng Lao can do this, which is actually very good.

Since you've drunk too much now, ......

Su Feng's eyes flowed, and a bad thought appeared directly in his mind.

You must know that Su Feng is a very grudgeful person.

Su Feng didn't forget that he had just been ravaged by Feng Lao not long ago.

If you drink too much now while the wind is old, then it's time to take advantage of yourself, isn't it?

Anyway, his current apprentice, Feng Lao won't clean up the portal after sobering up, right?

It just so happens that I can also test the results of my cultivation in the past half a month!

Su Feng silently restrained all his spiritual power fluctuations, and his spiritual power was mobilized. Blood-red flames slowly rose from his eyes.

"Wind Rin Sword Technique" First Style: Stormy Rain, Weakened Version!

Su Feng silently poured the sword intent into his Feng Rin sword.

A trace of blood slowly appeared on the blade of the Wind Chill Sword.

Well, this power is almost there, at least it can cut off a few of Feng Lao's hairs.

This is like playing a prank when he was a child, and Su Feng even felt a little stimulation while being nervous.

After making preparations, Su Feng no longer hesitated, and slashed out with a sword!

At this moment, Feng Lao directly raised two fingers!

"Bell!"

Feng Rin's sword was directly clamped by Feng Lao with two fingers.

"Hiccup, stinky boy, do you want to devour?"

Feng Lao's drunken voice sounded, but Feng Lao's movements did not stop as he spoke, Su Feng felt that his Feng Rin Sword was caught between two mountains, and with his own strength, he couldn't make it move for half a minute.

The next moment, a huge force surged.

Feng Lao held the Feng Rin Sword in his fingers, and waved his arm directly, and at the same time, the restraints of the wind directly hit Su Feng!

Fingers link to the Feng Rin Sword, the Wind Rin Sword links to Su Feng, Su Feng is now thrown into a windmill by Feng Lao!

The sky is spinning, the earth is spinning!

The speed of Feng Lao's rotation has reached the point where only phantoms can be seen with the naked eye, no matter how high Su Feng's physical fitness is, he can't stand this kind of rotation, the wind pours into his mouth, Su Feng's mouth is pulled by this wind, and a mouthful of white teeth have become a rotating white ring.

Feng Lao turned for more than ten seconds, and then he stopped his arm happily, and Su Feng happened to stand in front of Feng Lao.

At this moment, Su Feng's eyes were full of dullness, as if he had lost hope of life.

Seeing this, Feng Lao smiled and said happily: "Haven't you played yet, let's play for a while?" ”

Play again, for a while?

As soon as he heard these four words, Su Feng's stomach suddenly surged.

The speed was too fast, even Su Feng's physical fitness couldn't stand this dizziness, and when he heard the sound of "wow", Su Feng simply vomited directly.

The water and rice have not been eaten for half a month, and Su Feng can only retching out a few mouthfuls of sour water.

Su Feng vomited like this, and Feng Lao's eyes regained a little clarity.

The physical fitness of ninth-order cultivators is inherently good, and they generally don't get drunk when they drink, but Feng Lao is also an alcoholic, and he never mobilizes his spiritual power to dissolve alcohol when he drinks.

But this is also under the control of Feng Lao.

Now seeing that Su Feng vomited, Feng Lao was excited, and the weak control that had been caused by the effect of alcohol disappeared.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

What's the scariest thing about drinking? That's drinking to amnesia!

Su Feng raised his head "weakly", and looked at Feng Lao, who had woken up because of his super physical fitness, with a resentful look on his face.

"What do you say?"

"Forehead......" Feng Lao gently stroked his beard in embarrassment.

This time I drank the fragments again.

After thinking about what happened before, there was a confusion in my brain, and the only thing I remembered was the sword that was very weak but had no warning at all!

If it weren't for the slightest airflow felt by his own skin, he might not have really been slashed.

Alas?

Old Feng's eyes widened, he looked at Su Feng in surprise, and asked, "You kid has mastered your spiritual power?" ”

If you want to hide your own perception when you're drunk, then you need at least seventh-order spiritual power!

Su Feng did indeed possess seventh-order spiritual power, but in the eyes of cultivators who had truly reached the seventh-order, this spiritual cultivation was actually just a parallel import.

There is no cultivation but no control, what is this not parallel import?

Half a month ago, he arranged for Su Feng to come here to strike iron, and he already had the idea of letting him control his mental power, but Feng Lao didn't expect Su Feng to complete his goal so quickly.

Hasn't this kid had a little rest in the past half a month?

If it weren't for half a month of non-stop exercise, then no matter who it was, Su Feng wouldn't be able to do what he is now.

Originally, I expected the task to be completed within a month, but now it was shortened by this kid.

And he allowed him to fuse his sword intent in the iron, which was impossible to do with Su Feng's current conditions.

Originally, this was the next stage of my own teaching.

Feng Lao once again looked at Su Feng.

There are very few people who can do such a boring job.

Although he had already thought of the answer, but seeing Su Feng nodding very seriously, Feng Lao still sighed slightly after all.

Sometimes, if it's too rigid, it's going to break.

Originally, I was still a little drunk, and I was directly stimulated by Su Feng to wake up.

Feng Lao said helplessly to Su Feng: "You kid, I really don't know whether to praise you or scold you." Let's go, the old man will take you out. ”

"Huh?" Su Feng raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically, "Master, didn't you let me fuse the sword intent into it?" Haven't I finished yet? ”

Feng Lao raised his hand and fell suddenly.

"Bang!"

"Oops!"

Another popping date.

Feng Lao hated the iron and scolded: "Do you really don't understand or fake don't understand?" Don't you know what a soul is? ”

Soul?

Isn't the soul just spiritual power?

Su Feng looked confused.