"Whoa......

In the silent stone room, Meng Biao poked his head out of the black crystal bathtub, glanced around like a thief, and after seeing that there was no one in the bathtub next to him, Meng Biao breathed a long sigh of relief, left the bathtub, put on his clothes, and was about to quickly leave the pool.

Unexpectedly, before he walked into the stone path of the underground palace, Wu Feng's faint voice sounded in his ears, "Go back and soak!" ”

"Ah, senior brother!" Meng Biao looked at Wu Feng who was leaning on the side of the stone road, and his heart suddenly felt empty, but thinking of those medicinal soups with a unique smell, Meng Biao looked at Wu Feng with a resentful face, "Senior brother, you see that my hands and feet are swollen, and then soak ......."

"Do you want me to repeat it again?"

Wu Feng's faint voice made Meng Biao excited, he didn't dare to say anything more, turned back to the pool in a depressed way, and helplessly looked at the black medicinal soup in the black crystal bathtub, Meng Biao had a bitter face, sniffing the extreme smell and soaking into this medicinal soup.

As soon as the "......" entered the medicinal soup, Meng Biao did not feel comfortable and relaxed, but also felt the pain and torture, soaked in the medicinal soup, the pores seemed to be pricked by countless needles, numb, painful and itchy, patient, had to endure, even if he was an ancient warrior now, Meng Biao still did not dare to be disobedient.

And, I also know that Wu Feng is for his good, this black medicinal soup is called "split bone scraping skin", and the medicinal materials used are also very fierce, strychnine, bamboo peach, foxglove, grass black, thunder wilfordii, centipede powder, snake bone powder, tiger bone powder and dozens of other medicinal materials, it can be said that this split bone scraping skin is a pot of highly poisonous medicine soup, not to mention drinking a sip, even if there is a small wound on the body, it will be poisoned to death, but these highly toxic things together can forge bones and relax tendons, temper internal organs, and enhance the miraculous effect of strength.

To put it bluntly, this "splitting bones and scraping skin" is a medicinal soup coveted by foreign masters.

Of course, Meng Biao didn't want to waste Wu Feng's hard work, the problem was that from yesterday to now, he had been soaking in the bathtub for more than fifteen hours.

Fifteen hours, the second half of my life bath was soaked today.

Wu Feng didn't care how long Meng Biao had been soaked, he walked to the side of the pool with the blood-red war knife, glanced at Meng Biao in the bathtub, and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, start to carry the dragon on your back!" ”

"Ahh Meng Biao in the bathtub wailed, but looking at Wu Feng's not bad smile, he had to open his mouth and recite: "The ancient dragon, giving birth to nine sons, or being called a turtle, is good for bearing, or is called a kiss, shaped like a beast ......, or said, a fox, shaped like a tiger, and powerful......"

Reciting it, Meng Biao was depressed, he would rather run twenty kilometers with a weight than memorize these mysterious things, but he had to memorize, it was very simple that if he didn't memorize it, Wu Feng could torture him until he was useless, however, what surprised Meng Biao was that with the recitation, the attributeless internal force of his meridian power operated in a specific way, and the pain caused by "splitting bones and scraping skin" was also reduced a lot.

Meng Biao didn't know, this Prisoner Dragon Due, also known as "Tearing the Sky Prisoner Dragon", was specially found by Wu Feng from hundreds of ancient martial arts secret books, the first time he learned this Tearing Heaven Prisoner Dragon, the skill may not be obvious, but the more he went to the back, the greater the power of this Tearing Heaven Prisoner Dragon, to put it bluntly, as long as the Heaven Tearing Dragon Technique is cultivated to the fullest, the power is not weaker than the Blood Decision, if this Meng Biao can practice to the ultimate realm, the strength can be fifty times stronger than Jiao Yu!

Of course, Wu Feng knows Meng Biao's temperament, some peasant cleverness, but also some laziness, yes, lazy, don't look at this Meng Biao's hands and feet are diligent, but it is like a ploughing ox, you must whip it down, and this ploughing ox will start to plough honestly.

"Like a dragon groaning, and the air goes muddy nine palaces......"

When wiping the war knife, listening to Meng Biao's words, Wu Feng frowned, the blood-red war knife in his hand was horizontal, and with a "snap", it slapped directly on Meng Biao's head like a ring ruler, "Wrong, mud pills, no mud nine." ”

"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry, senior brother!" Meng Biao saw the displeasure on Wu Feng's face, and immediately started reciting from scratch: "Ancient Dragon ......"

From the beginning, yes, Wu Feng wants this Meng Biao to memorize the imprisoned dragon to the bone marrow, even if it is amnesia, forget who he is, and he can't forget this mantra of tearing the heaven-torn dragon technique.

"It's already stupid, and it's even more stupid to knock it again......" Meng Biao saw that Wu Feng's face had returned to calm, and when he slandered in his heart, he recited a wrong word again, but before Wu Feng could raise his sword, suddenly, there was a loud "boom", and the entire pool was shaking!

Wu Feng's face was shocked, and he suddenly looked up at the top of the dungeon, and found that there was no falling rocks at the top of the dungeon, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Someone's coming!"

Wu Feng frowned slightly, he couldn't imagine that someone was about to enter the underground palace through the dangerous passage so soon.

"You can't underestimate the heroes of the world!" He took a deep breath, turned his head, looked at Meng Biao with a questioning face, and said, "Go, tell Han Qi about them, prepare for war!" ”

"Yes, senior brother!"

Meng Biao was surprised, immediately jumped out of the bathtub, and ran towards the stone path of the underground palace, but immediately Wu Feng's faint voice came, "Remember this time first, and recite it ten times next time!" ”

"Ahh Meng Biao glanced at Wu Feng in surprise, but only saw the back of Wu Feng holding a war knife, but he didn't forget anything, turned his head, and went to find Han Qi and the others who were still comparing the classics with a sense of distress.

Here, Wu Feng watched the whirlpool of the pool gradually become smaller, but no one came in from the square entrance, only bright red blood gushed out of the hole, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Wu Feng's mouth, thinking that there had been a fight in the octagonal hall just now.

Fighting, Wu Feng doesn't care about what kind of fighting, it's best for all the people to die in the octagonal hall.

However, as the blood rose, a dark shadow swam up from the square hole.

This man, with joy and yearning for life, stepped on the water, he believed that what was waiting for him was strength, and what was waiting for him was the supreme glory in the master, but when he came out of the hole, a blood-colored knife flashed out of the water.

"Poof!"

Before he could see the dungeon clearly, his head slipped directly from his neck, staining the pool water red with blood and temperature.

Wu Feng stood by the pool, holding the knife lightly, he originally wanted to let these people in, and then kill the trialists together, but now they are too lazy to bother, and directly let them not see the exit, can't they see the hope?

sighed, it would be great if Wang Nan was on the edge of the pool, as long as the entrance was sealed, saving time and effort.

It's a pity that Wang Nan was not around, took a deep breath, and stared at the pool red with blood, killing people, if you want to blame them, they came too early, before everyone left the underground palace, except for their companions, Wu Feng did not allow a living ...... in this underground palace