"Kill and take the treasure!"

The Poison Hand Medicine King had the intention of killing people and grabbing treasures, and he wanted to seize this spiritual robe that could fly in the sky.

"Kill!"

As soon as the Poison Hand Medicine King had a thought, a flying sword at the level of a lower-grade spiritual weapon flew out of his body, turned into a long rainbow, and attacked and killed Chen Feng.

"Let me show you the power of the flying sword!"

The poisonous hand medicine king laughed. In his opinion, a mere high-level martial artist, in front of the spirit weapon flying sword, there is no way out.

"Puff~~"

Facing the attacking spirit weapon flying sword, Chen Feng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His blood contains the power of the dragon. Blood enveloped the attacking flying sword, and suddenly the flying sword buzzed and trembled, and its light dimmed, obviously soaked in Chen Feng's blood.

"Close!"

Chen Feng forcibly put away this flying sword and suppressed the refining.

"What?"

Seeing that Chen Feng had broken his flying sword with a mouthful of blood, the face of the Poison Hand Medicine King changed greatly. The next moment, Chen Feng's fist strength was even more violent, and these fists were bombarded on the poison hand medicine king. The Poison Hand Medicine King himself has average combat power, how can he withstand such a fierce fist?

"No!"

In less than a moment, the Poison Hand Medicine King was beaten to death, and then Chen Feng used Yuan Force to condense into a Yuan Force big hand, grabbed it down, and grabbed a big ding weighing 200,000 jin from the Medicine King Valley. This is the Medicine King Ding, which is a treasure at the level of a low-grade spiritual weapon, and the Poison Hand Medicine King uses this Ding to refine medicine.

"Good stuff, put it away!"

Chen Feng put away the medicine king ding.

The Medicine King Valley was leveled by Chen Feng in this way. After leveling the Valley of the Medicine King, Chen Feng flew to Qinghu County. Qinghu County is the largest city in Qinghu County, with a population of one million. At this moment, it is the twilight of autumn, the autumn wind is bleak, and the city is a little deserted. Some of the trees in the county town have yellow leaves, and when the autumn wind blows, the yellow leaves drift away with the wind.

"This city is good, just hang out here for a few days!"

Chen Feng wanted to stay for a few days to sort out his own Yuan Force and magic weapon. The first thing that needs to be sorted out is this spiritual weapon robe, Chen Feng has not completely refined this spiritual weapon robe yet.

In Qinghu County, the scenery is good.

Chen Feng walked around while combing his strength. In the blink of an eye, a few days passed. On this day, Chen Feng was taking a walk by a small lake in the county town, when suddenly a young man from the Martial Arts Sect walked towards Chen Feng with many followers.

"Brother Chen......"

This young man from the Martial Sect greeted Chen Feng very warmly.

Chen Feng knew this young man of the Martial Sect, this person's name was Yang Yun, this Yang Yun had also been to the palace of the Yushan Dynasty a few days ago, and Chen Feng had dealt with Yang Yun in his previous life.

A few days ago, Chen Feng and Huangfu Yujiang fought a battle, which made Chen Feng famous, and Yang Yun sent someone to investigate Chen Feng's identity. Yang Yun was born in the Tibetan Sword Villa and is the young owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa. The Tibetan Sword Villa was one of the two major forces of the Great Hung Dynasty, and it had three counties under its command.

Qinghu County is the territory of the Tibetan Sword Villa.

There are only two martial saints in the Dahong Dynasty, and the old owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa is one of them. This old owner is Yang Yun's grandfather. The title of this martial saint is 'Blind Sword Saint', and as the name suggests, this martial saint is a blind man. But no one dared to underestimate this old blind man, this old blind man's sword was very powerful.

"Brother Chen, I don't know if you have time to go to my Hidden Sword Villa to sit down?", Yang Yun said enthusiastically.

"Good".

Chen Feng smiled.

This Yang Yun is also Chen Feng's enemy in his previous life, Chen Feng knows this person's nature very well, this Yang Yun is a ruthless bastard. At this moment, this Yang Yun has nothing to do, it must be either a traitor or a thief. Yang Yun invited Chen Feng to go to the Hidden Sword Villa, and Chen Feng didn't have to think about it to know that Yang Yun had bad intentions.

However, Chen Feng would not be afraid of a small Tibetan Sword Villa.

In this secular dynasty, there are only a few strong people who can really make Chen Feng fear.

......

Tibetan Sword Villa.

This mountain villa occupies a huge area, much larger than the Jade Dragon Fort. There are more than a dozen martial arts masters in the villa, all of whom are members of the Yang family, and they are the elders of the Yang family.

Chen Feng followed Yang Yun to the Tibetan Sword Villa.

"You actually have a white yuan tree in the Tibetan Sword Villa, this is a good thing", Chen Feng saw an ancient tree in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and said with a light smile.

This ancient tree is called the White Yuan Tree, and it is an ancient tree that can exude vitality.

The trunk of this white yuan tree is very thick, and it takes three or four people to hug it. Judging from the trunk alone, we know that the age of this Baiyuan tree is not much younger. With such a white yuan tree, the vitality in the entire mountain villa is very strong.

"This is a Baiyuan tree that my ancestors spent a lot of effort to get!"

Yang Yun said with a smile.

This Bai Yuan Tree is the most precious treasure of the Hidden Sword Villa!

......

Yang Yun took Chen Feng to wander around the Hidden Sword Villa casually, and Chen Feng faintly felt that a Venerable Martial Sect master in the Villa was secretly watching him. It's just that these martial arts masters hindered his strength and didn't attack.

Chen Feng became vigilant.

Gradually, Yang Yun took Chen Feng to a secret room in the depths of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and he said to Chen Feng: "My grandfather is in retreat in this secret room!"

Chen Feng looked at the secret room.

The blind Juggernaut is in this secret room.

Yang Yun looked at the secret room and said respectfully: "Grandfather, look at how this Chen Feng is, can it satisfy you?", as soon as Yang Yun's words fell, Chen Feng felt a cold gaze in the secret room looking at him, looking him up and down.

"Not bad!"

An old voice came from the chamber.

Wow!

Crash!

This was the sound of chains meandering away, and four chains with strong spiritual power fluctuations snaking out of the secret room and bound towards Chen Feng.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Feng pretended to be full of anger and roared...... In fact, he knew very well in his heart that the Yang family was not a good thing. At present, the blind sword saint made a move against himself, which was also expected by Chen Feng.

"The blind sword saint's limit is approaching, if what I expected is good, this old thief wants to take away me and occupy my body", Chen Feng thought in his heart.

"Boom~~"

Four chains restrained Chen Feng, and Chen Feng exerted most of his strength, struggling violently, trying to get out of trouble. His dragon elephant collided with the chains with a loud rumbling sound.

"Come in for me!"

The blind sword saint let out a low shout, and Chen Feng was dragged into the secret room by the four chains.

......

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

More than a dozen martial arts masters in the Tibetan Sword Villa came to the secret room, all with excited expressions.

"I didn't expect to find a young man who satisfied my ancestor."

"This Chen Feng has a strong body and infinite potential, if the ancestor takes him away, then he may be able to be promoted to the level of a strong man......"

One Martial Sect was very excited, and one of the Martial Sects was the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, that is, Yang Yun's father. This person's name is Yang Xiong, and his strength is at the level of a high-level martial artist.

Yang Xiong looked at the secret room with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

......

Inside the secret room.

Chen Feng, who was bound by chains, looked at the blind sword saint. I saw the blind sword saint sitting cross-legged, and there was a gray and inconspicuous divine sword on his knees, this divine sword was the main weapon of the blind sword saint, and its level was a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

The blind Juggernaut was very old, his face was full of wrinkles, and his hair was snow-white. His two blinds were gray and devoid of the slightest look.

The body and soul of this sword master have already decayed.

Even if his soul succeeded in snatching Chen Feng, he wouldn't have a few years to live, after all, his soul was already decaying! However, with Chen Feng's young body and strong potential, he was expected to impact the realm of the supreme powerhouse. Once the impact is successful, his lifespan will be greatly increased, and he will be able to live for many more years.

"Fight!"

The blind sword saint wants to fight hard, he gives up the martial saint cultivation, gives up his golden pill, and fights for it, relying on the remaining short lifespan to fight for the hope of the strongest. Although this hope is slim, at least there is hope that it is not. If he doesn't fight, then in another thirty or fifty years, he will be a pile of loess.

"What kind of genius are the others, there is no possibility of impacting the strongest at all", the blind sword saint stared at Chen Feng, and the two blind eyes that had no lust appeared fanatical: "Young man, it's you, there is a possibility of impacting the strongest." If you don't die young, you may not be able to advance to the level of the strongest, but unfortunately, you don't have a chance."

A crack opened in the center of the blind Sword Master's eyebrows, and a vague soul phantom flew out of this gap. This soul phantom is only the size of a finger, this is the soul of the blind sword master.