In the next moment, the black gas surrounding the wound met the liquid of the Wood Spirit Fruit, just like snow encountering sunlight, dissipating and declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nie Xiaoqian, whose eyes were closed tightly and her face was like gold paper, let out a light cough, her upper body rose and fell, and her breath was several points stronger than before.

Chu Feng saw that the effect was good, and continued to drip the liquid of the wood spirit fruit.

As time passed, Nie Xiaoqian's cheeks gradually became rosy, and a faint murmur came out of her mouth from time to time.

When the black qi completely disappeared, Chu Feng repaired Nie Xiaoqian's wound with spiritual spring water, and it didn't take long for the terrible wound to return to normal, and the skin was as smooth as ever. It makes people wonder if she was really so badly injured before.

After observing for a while, seeing that there was no major problem, Chu Feng got up and returned to the Kunlun Divine Tree with a waterfall of spiritual energy to continue his cultivation.

In the world of a Chinese ghost girl preaching this time, Chu Feng's cultivation is not dominant, so he has to cultivate more secret techniques, such as the seventy-two earth evil arts.

"Purple Jade Scroll"

Chu Feng made a move in his hand, and in the void, a scroll recording the seventy-two earthly evil techniques appeared.

Turning over the scroll, Chu Feng looked at it carefully, and accidentally, four days and four nights passed.

"Drink water"

In the Innate Spiritual Root Garden with a strong aura, Chu Feng's figure shook for a while, and he came to the two clear rivers in the center of the Floating Immortal Mountain, and drank a word, and the flowing river water was cut off, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"No water"

Chu Feng quickly rose up, and at the speed of streaming, he left the Great Snow Mountain, appeared on a lake, and quickly walked through the bottom of the water, without using any mana, without releasing any qi, but there was no dripping water on his body.

"Spitting Flame"

Chu Feng spat out a fire dragon at the bottom of the water, causing the lake to boil, and the surrounding fish and shrimp were boiled to death on the spot.

"Sitting on Fire"

Chu Feng flew out of the clear lake, flew for a while, appeared in an inconspicuous canyon, sat on the ground, bathed in fire, but his real body was unharmed.

"Yellow White"

Chu Feng's fingertips emitted a golden inch, leaving a large piece of gold and silver on the ground, flying away.

……

After cultivating all the seventy-two earthly evil techniques, Chu Feng felt the most that many of them were closely related to the five elements.

"Huh, after learning the spell, it's natural time to do it."

Returning to Chu Feng in the Floating Immortal Mountain, he sat down cross-legged and began to practice the mental method of the Seventy-two Earth Evil Arts.

Different from the cultivation of spells, the mental method is very time-consuming, and more than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

For some reason, Chu Feng, who was supposed to wake up, found himself entering some kind of strange artistic conception, as if he was in the world of the ocean, and the purple water around him was swimming in the air one by one, which was very strange.

At first, Chu Feng thought that he had encountered the inner demon again, but he slowly realized that this was the "meaning" and "realm" that were automatically formed by being in contact with water for a long time.

This artistic conception lasted for a long time, and when Chu Feng opened his eyes, he felt that his ability to control the water had increased a little, especially the longest-immersed wind and rain, Chu Feng felt that he could do better.

Suddenly, there was a creak from the grass covered with elixir in the distance. It's like someone stepped on something.

Chu Feng's thoughts were interrupted, he looked up, looked over, and just happened to see Nie Xiaoqian, who was tidying up her clothes and her hair was messy, standing up.

After lying in the Innate Spiritual Root Garden with abundant spiritual energy for more than half a month, this female monk born as a female ghost has even more spiritual power than before.

"Xiao Qian"

Chu Feng shouted in a calm voice.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was sorting out her clothes, heard someone call herself, and subconsciously shrank into the grass.

"Who"

"It's a poor road"

Chu Feng was a little speechless in his heart, who else could there be here except the poor road.

"Oh, the Taoist piggyback"

Nie Xiaoqian's crisp voice came from the grass, and then, there was a sound of Suosuo, and after a while, Nie Xiaoqian, who was quite neat, walked out lightly, and when she saw Chu Feng, she looked unnatural and bowed and said, "Thank you Daochang for rescue"

Chu Feng stood up, paced a few steps, and said in a light voice: "This time you escaped from Grandma's hands, it was a fluke, next time you won't be so lucky, Poor Dao will give you another chance, no matter how successful it is, Poor Dao can only be replaced, the heirs selected by Poor Dao in the past are not to say that they are invincible opponents all over the world, they are all outstanding people, like you have such poor qualifications, Poor Dao is still the first time to see you"

Chu Feng spoke as venomously as ever, making Nie Xiaoqian, who was still upset about her disheveled things, look ashamed.

"Dao Chief, the slave family is useless."

Chu Feng's figure was in a trance for a while, and suddenly came to Nie Xiaoqian, his eyes were relative to each other for a long time, and he looked at the little girl with a red face, and then said slowly: "Do you know why Poor Dao beat you three times that day?" ”

When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, she couldn't help but think of the scene of recommending herself to the pillow seat that night and encountering Hu Erniang, and her face suddenly turned even redder.

Seeing that Nie Xiaoqian didn't answer, Chu Feng said to himself: "Beating you three times is to tell you that it is nothing to compete with others and fail once, but you must find out the problem, otherwise the second or third failure will follow, and at that time, you will lose your life." ”

"Huh?"

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes widened, her crimson face showed a look of surprise, the Taoist chief's explanation, how did it sound a little incomprehensible, the events of that day, even if it wasn't for the Taoist chief hinting that he went to a private meeting in the middle of the night, it was also an annoying move.

What does it have to do with losing when competing with others? Could it be that the Taoist chief could not predict the prophet?

Although she didn't understand, out of respect for Chu Feng, Nie Xiaoqian didn't say anything.

Chu Feng didn't know that Nie Xiaoqian was thinking about this, so he paced a few steps, turned around, and pointed out, and the runes of the Dao Dao flowed like flowing water.

"The poor road has been immersed in the water for a long time, and if you have an occasional experience today, I will pass it on to you, so that you can experience it."

Nie Xiaoqian, who suddenly obtained a water-related spell and experience, was shocked, and for a long time, a trace of joy flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Thank you, Dao Chief, the slave family will definitely be able to defeat Grandma this time."

Seeing this, Chu Feng nodded with a smile, the water that was transmitted just now also contained his own understanding of calling the wind and rain, don't look at it as inconspicuous on weekdays, it also has a great use when facing the enemy.

Nie Xiaoqian, who had a sudden flash in his brain, found out, and he was very pleased.

Nie Xiaoqian owes a debt, and a slight smile appears on her beautiful face.

"Dao Chief, the slave family has gone"

Chu Feng raised his hand and motioned for Nie Xiaoqian not to leave first.

After walking a few steps, with a move of his hand, there was an extra heart-washing grass, and the brilliance flashed, and the heart-washing grass turned into a jasper carved Xiao, which looked very exquisite.

"There is a mount under the poor road, a child, there is still a lack of a boy who assists the rhythm, you bring your grandmother here, and make a blow with the poor road - a flute boy."

Nie Xiaoqian put her two white little hands on her right waist, bent her body, and said respectfully.

"Don't worry, the slave family will definitely capture grandma."