Sending Xu Sanlang away, Chu Feng returned to his room to continue cultivating!

For cultivators, time is the most inconspicuous consumable, and Chu Feng just ran the aura in his body for a big week, and three days passed.

On the fourth day, it was raining outside, and the sound of ticking kept coming in, and everything seemed harmonious and calm.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple light appeared on Chu Feng's forehead, as if he had touched something, and there was a roar, and the golden words in the sky fell from the sky, chaotic and abnormal, and then, quickly arranged, line by line, page by page book appeared, and gradually arranged into books and scrolls......

"Trigger Successful"

"Three Thousand Reboots of the Dao Law"

"Gift-innate gossip, you can know 500 years before, 500 years later, a glimmer of heaven, you can also get a glimpse."

"Gift-Lingmai Bicha, the growth period is short, and it contains a small amount of aura."

"Gift - one acre of square field, subspace spells, can collect and release plants, some functions are similar to the spiritual fields of the past, but they have aura."

The quaint books like portals, the surface of which was like a stream of light, like a breeze wrinkling the surface of the water, and then, three scrolls appeared, divided into blue, black, and vermilion.

Chu Feng stretched out his hand to take it, opened it in turn, spread it on the ground, and looked at it carefully, in addition to the seeds, the Lingmai Bicha is a simple introduction, just look at it, an acre of square field is a general subspace spell, and Chu Feng also learned it quickly.

Innate gossip, but Chu Feng was in contact for the first time, watching and watching all the spirit put into it, forgetting the time and everything around him.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Feng pointed out, and there was an Ambilight wrapped disc in front of him, on which were eye-catching yin and yang fish, some strange runes, emitting light, constantly changing positions, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

"Calculate where Hu Erniang is?"

Chu Feng closed his eyes and pinned his mind on the disk, and there was a haze in front of him, and there was a faint temple, the name seemed to be called the ghost temple, and he couldn't see it clearly. A slender back, standing in front of the temple, motionless.

"Tiger Erniang"

Chu Feng immediately recognized this back, but the name of the temple was not clear no matter how he looked at it. It feels like it's right in front of you, and it seems to be on the edge of the sky, which is an apt word to describe it, that is, the end of the world.

After trying for more than half an hour, sweating on his tired forehead, he didn't succeed, so Chu Feng had to give up. When I opened my eyes and looked around the room, I realized that Doudou didn't know where to go.

"Didn't this little thing go to Xu Sanlang to settle accounts?"

Chu Feng smiled, pushed open the door, and saw the sunset, only to find that it was already afternoon, and the light rain had stopped, and there was a bit of coolness in the air.

Coming to the corner of the courtyard, Chu Feng used his finger as a gun, clicked a few times, just like Duan Yu's six-vein divine sword, easily poked three holes in the ground, and put the seeds of the spiritual vein bicha into it.

An astonishing scene happened, and the Lingmai Bicha instantly broke out of the soil and revealed the tender buds.

"Fun, funny ......"

With a smile, Chu Feng took one of them away and put it in an acre of square field, and left the yard with a step.

Walking on the edge of the small lake surrounded by small trees, Chu Feng's speed was very fast, and he came to Xu Sanlang's melon field after a while.

It was a green place, about forty or fifty acres, and watermelons that were about to ripen loomed among the melon vines.

In a wooden house in the center, there is a faint sound of humming.

The wind was under Chu Feng's feet, and he passed through the melon field at an extremely fast speed, and suddenly, he touched a slender rope.

The sound of jingling bells comes out, crisp and pleasant!

It turned out that there was a copper bell tied to the rope!

The wood of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a young man wearing a black gown, covering his hips, white shorts underneath, less than his knees, and wearing yellow sunglasses, walked out with a stick.

Such a shape makes Chu Fenglei not light.

It is worthy of a person with a wave in his name, wearing such a wave.

"It's you"

Xu Sanlang put the stick back, with a puzzled expression on his face, obviously suspecting that Chu Feng had come to steal his watermelon.

"Did you see that little Jingba?"

Chu Feng asked.

"No, I haven't been here since that day"

Xu Sanlang shook his head and said.

Chu Feng nodded, turned to leave, walked a few steps, turned around, and pointed out, a purple point of light flickered into Xu Sanlang's eyebrows.

"Last time you gave a poor watermelon, this time the poor road will return the gift to you"

After more than a minute, Xu Sanlang jumped six feet high, and said in surprise: "My mother, it's actually a cultivation spell, and I'm going to develop Sanlang!" ”

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Two miles away, Chu Feng's eyes flashed, and he quickly walked in the direction of the courtyard, and when he approached the gate, he saw a very delicate paper crane flying over the courtyard wall, holding a leaf of spiritual vein blue tea in his mouth.

"It's interesting, to steal poor things."

Chu Feng chased after him.

After passing through bamboo forests and hillsides, and advancing for more than 30 miles, the paper crane still has no intention of stopping.

Chu Feng's interest became stronger and stronger, and unconsciously came to a railway nearby, the paper crane began to move along the railway, Chu Feng followed behind, walking briskly on the rails, the soles of his feet, every time he touched the rails, it was like a dragonfly dotting water.

It was getting late, the sky turned from red to dark red, and when the train was moving, a roar came from behind, and Chu Feng quickly withdrew from the tracks.

After two or three minutes, a long train came, and Chu Feng jumped on the top of the train and sat cross-legged on it.

The train was moving very fast, and the clothes on Chu Feng's body were blown up.

When passing by a pond, the uncle who was fishing in a small boat looked at Chu Feng at the top of the train in amazement.

After more than an hour of advancement, it was completely dark, and according to the stop sign, I entered the city of J, and the speed of the train gradually slowed down, and it seemed that it was almost at the station.

The paper crane suddenly changed direction and flew towards the city, and Chu Feng jumped down with it, following unhurriedly in the night.

When you arrive at a bamboo forest, it is already full of stars.

Chu Feng entered the bamboo forest and found that there were many graves inside, and the leaves rustled in the night breeze, as a long-tested Taoist priest, Chu Feng did not have a trace of fear of ghosts and monsters.

The crane stopped on a slightly larger mound, as if waiting for something.

In order not to alarm the other party, Chu Feng kept a certain distance.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, a white figure appeared in front of the mound, took the leaves from the mouth of the paper crane, and disappeared in a flash.

Chu Feng, who was hiding in the shadows, widened his eyes, the back just now was seven points similar to Hu Erniang.

Chu Feng was about to go up to check, on the west side of the bamboo forest, there were bursts of roaring, thunder and lightning kept splitting down, and there was a faint groan of pain in the clouds, which was a little familiar.

"Could it be that Ah Qing is crossing the catastrophe!"