Mo Feng couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, how could he become that kind of battle maniac in the dean's heart? Chun Gu Feng died when he died, what did he have to regret? Although it was indeed a pity that such an amazing and brilliant Tianzhong figure died halfway through.

Guang Ling finally calmed down a little, forcibly calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "If you can save Gu Feng, even if I ask you to give you a high-grade divine jade, as long as you can do it!"

Mo Feng shook his head, seeing that Guang Ling's expression changed instantly, he added and explained: "It's not a question of whether I want to, but I don't know how to save people." The reason why the Dark Devouring Spell didn't work for me was because my blood digested it on its own, and I didn't really know what was going on. ”

This reason made the three of them stunned on the spot, but after thinking about it, they felt that it was reasonable, after all, if this kind of curse that penetrated into the bloodline was not rejected by the bloodline itself, how could it be spared.

"In that case...... the three of them looked at each other with a deep groan, and instantly came up with a compromise solution.

Mo Feng quickly left the domain master's courtyard, the difference was that he had one-tenth less blood than when he came, three more high-grade divine jades and a seven-star hall token that he didn't know what to do, which was said to be specially given to some cultivators of the outer sect who were of great help to the seven-star hall.

"Hmph, I wish you a smooth journey and disappeared halfway. Seeing that Mo Feng was about to leave, the little princess Shu didn't send it, but just snorted coldly.

Mo Feng didn't bother to bother with her, but he thought that Guang Ling was going to use his own blood to force out the dark devouring spell in Chungu Feng's body, and he felt ten thousand diaphragms in his heart. Forget it, I still want to be happy, for example, I suddenly became rich overnight, how should I use this money?

Of course, it's easy to spend money and hard to make money, what he lacks most now is higher-grade spiritual skills, and he has to find a way to get a few copies. Originally, I thought that it was enough to cultivate a few high-grade spiritual skills, but as a result, the characters such as Yun Qianzhong and Chungu Feng encountered in this exchange competition, and even Chungu Feng's younger brother Chun Tiannan all cultivated half-realm spiritual skills, and it seemed that he had to hurry up and renew.

But it's no wonder that he can't do it, after all, his time in the Xuan Realm is too short, even if it is rounded up, it will only be a year, and those genius freaks who have cultivated half-realm spiritual skills have all started to read the relevant jade slips since they were young, and they can't understand it, but at least it is convenient for them to cultivate later. Even so, I heard that Chungu Feng was able to practice a brilliant sword, not only by relying on the sword heart that had been polished to a pure and clear level, but also by really cultivating for several years.

Even if Mo Feng had some confidence in himself, he really couldn't guess how much time it would take him to practice a half-realm spirit technique.

But the question of time is still a small matter, the big thing is that there doesn't seem to be a half-field spiritual skill on the market? Even if there is, it will only appear in some large auctions, and it will not be available now.

Of course, there must be a collection of realm spiritual skills in the Moxiang Pavilion of the academy, but is the contribution point 8,000 or 10,000? It seems to be more expensive than the high-grade spiritual skill of Huazun, even if it is secondary, it seems that the half-domain spiritual skill will have to contribute more than 5,000, which is simply a robbery.

Especially if the exchange competition died halfway, he didn't expect to get any contribution points, so it was better to honestly go back and cultivate the sea realm to Dacheng first, and completely turn his soul sea into a turtle shell.

Since Canglan Prefecture is relatively far from the north, it is dark early in winter, and at this moment, it is only six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, it is already moonlight and stars, the night is dark, and there are few people on the road, presumably most of the disciples are staying in the greenhouse in the courtyard to meditate.

Mo Feng walked out of the elder's accommodation area alone, just turned two streets, looking at the dark and deep night in front of him, a touch of uneasiness suddenly floated in his heart, he couldn't say what was wrong around him, but this unprovoked premonition had proved its accuracy countless times.

Some people say that intuition is nothing more than a kind of rapid recognition and in-depth insight into things that suddenly appear in front of you, and it is a comprehensive judgment made by gathering all the clues that can only be detected by the subconscious mind in an instant, so the essence of intuition should be a rational analysis as fast as a computer, rather than some premonition.

Mo Feng didn't know if this statement was correct, he only knew that he had a premonition of uneasiness, and then he noticed a faint smell of blood in the air, which was the source of his uneasiness.

In the academy, who dares to kill people at will? If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

His spiritual power flowed violently, and it ran for many weeks in a very short time, and he didn't have any intention of getting to the bottom of the matter, just retreating towards the rear without hesitation.

But apparently, someone didn't want to let him go easily.

As soon as Mo Feng's body moved, he paused again, because he had already felt a person silently appear behind him, just waiting for the rabbit all his time.

He calmly turned to look, only to see that in the night, a middle-aged man leaned against the wall, his face was so ordinary that he was featureless, only a pair of hands were as pale as snow, and the spiritual weapon in his hand was like a sword rather than a sword, with blades at both ends, and blood was dropping drop by drop.

"It's fate to meet again, so many people are acting together tonight, but you just bumped into me, what a coincidence. The man in the dark grinned, as if he were greeting an old friend with whom he had been separated for a long time, but he smiled very warmly, but only a deep chill felt to the bone. What's even more strange is that he is clearly standing in the moonlight and starlight, but all the light does not shine on him, as if there is only the deepest darkness where he is.

Mo Feng met the middle-aged man's gaze, vaguely feeling a little familiar, and a person's name instantly emerged.

"Han Qiudan? No, who the hell are you?"

"It's okay, you'll find out soon. The middle-aged man still maintained a warm smile and approached step by step, and at this time, the last drop of blood had just dripped from the strange blade in his hand, and it became cold and shiny again.

Mo Feng only felt a cold air rushing to his face, and the already cold temperature dropped sharply again, as if to freeze him and condense, and even his hands and feet were a little stiff. But this cold air overflowed his meridians and his internal organs, but after all, it could not penetrate his blood, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The middle-aged man sighed lightly and said with a smile: "It's really interesting, no wonder it can dissolve my devouring spell." ”

He saw that Mo Feng had already raised the blade, and his spiritual power was circulating, and he couldn't help but say a little jokingly: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to kill you today, if you are willing to be obedient, maybe there will be a great creation waiting for you." ”

All that responded to him was the raging flames, dyed with a little gold in the crimson, one yin and one yang, murderous.

However, the peak blow of the ink wind spirit gathered together failed to make the middle-aged man take half a step back, and he even sighed slightly: "The young people nowadays are really impatient, and they don't give me a chance to convince people with virtue." ”

Every time he said a few words, the cold air that permeated his body would be a little heavier, until the raging flames in front of him were suppressed by the cold air, and finally there was not even a small flame left.

However, taking advantage of this short time of a second or two, Mo Feng flew out with another crimson kill, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but squint his eyes and mocked: "Your spiritual skills are really pitiful, back and forth is this trick, if I hadn't kindly helped you that day, I'm afraid you would have been seriously injured by Chun Gu Feng's amazing sword, right?"

Speaking of this, the oncoming flames towards him suddenly turned a corner, and flew straight into the air diagonally halfway through, exploding into a brilliant firelight, almost covering half of the academy's canopy, so eye-catching that it was impossible to ignore it.

The warm smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared in an instant, as if he was a little annoyed that he was being teased by a junior, and his words suddenly became as clear as ice: "Do you think that if you send a signal, someone will be able to come to save you in time?"

The middle-aged man finally really started to do it, and the cold air seemed to turn into substance, swirling in the surrounding air, soaked in a faint dark blue, at first glance, it looked like a stream of fireflies flying, and it was so beautiful that it was intoxicating, but every bit of blue light, the chill and murder contained in it were enough to make ordinary Huazun masters tremble.

In fact, if the middle-aged man was just an ordinary early stage master, Mo Feng might not be able to maneuver around, but from the bone-penetrating chill that diffused, he clearly felt that the cultivation of the person in front of him was probably already at the late level.

Come to think of it, since he can hide as Han Qiudan for so long without being discovered, in addition to the excellent breath-gathering spirit technique, it is naturally impossible for his cultivation to be weak.

Mo Feng sighed secretly, the distance between the two at the moment was too close, so it was impossible for him to even escape. He simply gave up the last bit of luck, just quietly took out a transparent spar from the spirit ring, cut off a wisp of his soul power and carved it into it, and then embedded it deeply in the wall behind him, looking inconspicuous.

Then the fluttering blue fireflies froze his body and spiritual power. The middle-aged man's expression was cold, and he raised his finger to the sky and popped out a dark blue fluorescence, obliquely submerged into the northern sky, then grabbed the collar of the ink wind coat and carried him out of the academy at a gallop.

Because he was so fast, Mo Feng couldn't see the street he was passing through, and he only roughly knew that he was heading north. If the western district of Canglan City is the most prosperous commercial area, the southern district is mostly the residence of poor civilians, and the eastern district is the most chaotic, then the northern district is the accommodation area of some rich and powerful families, and they can't even enter without a certain status.

And there are a few carriages parked outside the North District at this moment, and the middle-aged man entered one of them with Mo Feng without looking at it, and the coachman outside didn't ask much, just turned his horse's head and went straight to the North District.

The patrol guards guarding outside the northern zone were about to stop them, when they suddenly saw a sign on the carriage, they each lowered their weapons, stood back and continued to stand motionless.

In the quiet of the night, there was no movement except the sound of the carriage rolling forward.

The middle-aged man put a white ring on Mo Feng's hand, and then leaned back leisurely, the contrived and hypocritical warm smile appeared on his face again, and said in a relaxed tone: "Now that no one is bothering, we can have a good chat." ”

Mo Feng tried to use the frozen and solidified spiritual power, but even if the Ancient Desolation Technique and the Dao Origin Technique worked together, they only shook a small gap, and if they wanted to completely break the confinement, they didn't know that it was the Year of the Monkey. And that white ring restrained his soul power, and he couldn't reveal the soul sea at all.

"You didn't arrest me just for the purpose of devouring the Dark Spell, right?" Mo Feng asked calmly. Although he can't see any hope of getting out for the time being, he can't mess with himself in this situation, and how many life and death crises have passed, he relies on more than luck.

"Yes, I like to talk to smart people, because it's easier to work out," the middle-aged man said with a smile, "You seem to have guessed that I'm not from the Dark Vortex Palace?"

Mo Feng didn't answer immediately, and when everyone was blind about the ever-changing situation, he was the few who knew it best. That day, Guiyun asked Guiyun to bring six words to An Shisheng, and An Shisheng responded to him even less, only two words: Thank you.

Although this thank you was insincere, because someone must still be haunted by what happened last time, and he also knew in his heart that Mo Feng's reminder was not necessarily ill-intentioned. However, this can more or less prove that the Huazun master in front of him is probably a pawn buried in the Dark Whirlpool Palace by another unknown great force, and he is high enough to be powerful, otherwise he would not be qualified to practice the Dark Devouring Spell.

He secretly pondered for a moment before asking, "What kind of grudge do you have with the Dark Spiral Palace? Now that the Hua Domain Lord and the Seven Star Hall have joined forces, it is not enough for the Hua Domain Lord and the Seven Star Hall to join forces, so do you have to implicate the academy as well?"

"Of course, there are deep hatreds and grudges, otherwise why should we bother so much? But those disputes that occurred in the feudal domain, even I easily did not dare to get involved in them, otherwise I might be abolished as an abandoned child at some point, and it would be safer to come to Huayu. Do you know why the chaos is about to arise in the Huayu? It is not because the feudal domain is already in chaos, this chaos, like a ripple slowly spreading around, since the Huayu borders the feudal domain, it is naturally the first to be affected. But why the fiefdom is in turmoil, it's not something that a little person like me can know. ”

The middle-aged man casually wiped the odd-shaped blade in his hand, as if he did not allow a trace of dust to be picked up on it. After he finished speaking, he also happened to wipe the blade inside and out, looking at the spirit weapon in his hand that was as smooth as a mirror, he couldn't help but smile with great satisfaction, and took it back to the spirit ring and said: "The academy is really a magical place, obviously there are no strict and perfect academy rules, and it is so loose that it is easy to have problems, but it just makes you disciples die, even you are no exception, it is really surprising." But that's good, such a humane place, the next day those elders found out that so many disciples had died, and you were missing, I guess I wouldn't be so cold-blooded and cold as to sit idly by. As long as they leave the academy and come out to find you, we can rob them one by one. Of course, this account will definitely be recorded on the head of the Dark Vortex Palace, and it has nothing to do with us. ”