In the Yin Yang Ghost City, Yan Feng and the fat monk have been following behind Qin Xiaobao. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What the hell is this kid trying to do?"

Yan Feng looked at this Qin Xiaobao, running left and right in the ghost market for a while, as if looking for something, and stopped a few times, not knowing what to say to the honest young man beside him.

"Young Master, is it okay here?"

Qin Peng looked at a small low house in front of him, this small house is not like a place for people to live, but more like a workshop, Yin Yang Ghost Market, the reason why it is so strong, really speaking, it has a lot to do with this kind of workshop.

As I said before, the so-called ghost market is to sell things, in fact, those who open shops and do business are often some mortals, and most of these mortals are the descendants of some yin-yang magicians, because the ancestors were yin-yang magicians, so they know many things that ordinary people don't know.

In fact, for them, this is also the most distressing point, they understand, know that this world is different from the surface, know another yin and yang world, know that... The world that truly dominates heaven and earth, but he does not have the ability to adapt to the world of yin and yang.

However, they will have to live everywhere in the world, because they know that many of them are flashy, so it is extremely difficult to fully integrate into modern life, and it is extremely easy to be regarded as a strange and withdrawn side.

But in this Yin Yang Ghost City is different, everyone is a type of people, naturally there will be no barriers, although they are mortals, but because their ancestors are Yin Yang Warlocks, they will naturally pass down many methods of making magic weapons such as talismans.

Although I don't know the art of yin and yang, it's still okay to make some utensils and talismans, and it's not impossible to rely on it for a living, not to mention, more people just do business in this ghost market, and most of the time they will still go to the world to enjoy life.

Therefore, this yin and yang ghost market has risen in this way, and here, you can see many kinds of things that are not available in the outside world at all.

Because these things are ancestral things in their respective families.

But these are all foreign words, what Yan Feng cares about now is what Qin Xiaobao, this stupid boy, is doing.

Qin Xiaobao, standing in front of this small workshop, stretched out his hand lightly, not knowing what he was touching in the void, his brows were tightly locked, as if he was judging something.

Suddenly, his brows relaxed: "That's it!"

"The fluctuations here are the weakest, and with my strength, I should be able to cut into the film world. ”

Qin Xiaobao... I even knew the existence of the Yin Yang Ghost City Shadow World.

Yan Feng stood in a hidden place in the distance, watching Qin Xiaobao's every move, only to see Qin Xiaobao, as in the mountains and forests before, with the white strip of cloth of the ghost slashing knife behind him spread out, and his hand holding the hilt.

With a slash on his left arm, blood splattered and fell on the body of the Demon Slashing Knife, and he grabbed the knife with both hands and slashed forward.

In Yan Feng's eyes, the golden streamer was overflowing, and he found a trace of non-existent aura on the blade of the ghost slashing blade, which spread out at the moment of slashing.

And this breath came from the blood that Qin Xiaobao had just scratched!

With a slash, the void that originally did not have the slightest movement appeared, and at this moment, a void crack appeared, exactly the same as the situation when the entrance to the ghost market was broken in the mountains and forests before.

"Young master, what should I do with this child?"

Qin Peng pointed to the child on his back, now that the ghost market has become like this, and the child's grandfather has passed away, it is not at ease to let such a small child be here alone.

Qin Xiaobao looked at the little boy on Qin Peng's back, and after thinking about it, he couldn't figure out whether he could let it go or not.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"Put him down. ”

"Young Master, do you really want to keep him?" Qin Peng shouted as soon as he heard it.

"Oh, no... This is not the voice of the young master!"

Qin Peng's face changed in an instant, and he looked in the direction where the voice came, his face was full of caution, but Qin Xiaobao had a look of joy on his face, but he was not sure just by listening to the voice.

Ten feet away from them, two figures slowly walked over.

Yan Feng wore a hat, his long gray-white hair was draped behind him, and a wisp of gray-white bangs fluttered beside the bloodstains on his forehead.

"Brother Feng, is that you?"

Qin Xiaobao didn't dare to be completely sure, but asked tentatively.

Yan Feng took off the hat on his head, with a smile on his face: "Xiaobao, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Even though Yan Feng's appearance has changed a lot at the moment, he has changed to long hair, and his hair color has also changed, but Qin Xiaobao still recognizes it at a glance, this is his own Feng brother, and he can't suppress the excitement in his heart, Qin Xiaobao rushed forward and directly gave Yan Feng a big bear hug.

"Okay, okay, it's important to get down to business. ”

Being able to see Qin Xiaobao again, Yan Feng was naturally happy.

"Little baby, why didn't you see you hugging one with the Buddha?" The fat monk on the side revealed the part of the black robe covering his head.

"Dead fatty, what are you doing here?

"What are you talking about, you are saying it again, Buddha, I am here to save you ignorant mortals!"

"your fart!"

"Little baby, your attitude is not right, Buddha, let me tell you, what about this person..."

Yan Feng didn't bother to pay attention to these two guys, as soon as they met, they didn't get some of them, when they were in the seaside villa, these two guys were also arguing all day long, and they could turn over the table for a bag of snacks.

"Put him down. Yan Feng looked at Qin Peng and spoke.

"Oh... Oh!" Qin Peng looked at Yan Feng and was a little stunned... I thought that this was the Feng brother that my young master often mentioned to him, and it was really different from everyone else, at least this hair color was different.

Hurriedly put the little boy on his back on the ground.

Yan Feng squatted down and looked at the little boy, there were still tears in the corners of the little boy's eyes.

"Do you know your grandfather is dead? Avenge him?"

Yan Feng opened his mouth, and this is what he said.

"Wind..."Qin Xiaobao on the side heard this, and as soon as he wanted to speak, he was stopped by the fat monk.

For a seven-year-old boy, his grandfather's tragic death in front of him is a monstrous hatred, this pain, deep in the heart, is mentioned again at this moment, that heart-rending feeling, will only turn into infinite hatred, forever in the heart.

The little boy, looking at Yan Feng, did not shed a single tear, but showed a firmness in his eyes.

This kind of look, even if it is Yan Feng, can't help but frown, extremely resolute, it is rare to appear on a seven-year-old boy.

In fact, Yan Feng had already paid attention to this kid before, and in that situation, he could have the courage to rush out, plus the Dao heart that had been laid out because of hatred.

This son must be a malleable talent.

"Ask my seniors to take me as an apprentice!"

The little boy actually knelt down directly towards Yan Feng, and without waiting for Yan Feng to speak, he directly bowed three times and bowed nine times, which shows that this little boy's tutoring is also very strict.

And... What interests Yan Feng the most is that this little boy does not worship Qin Xiaobao, but worships himself.

You know, he has never seen himself make a move, but he has indeed seen Qin Xiaobao make a move, perhaps, for an adult, judging from Qin Xiaobao's attitude towards himself, he should be more powerful.

But it was an adult, and the little guy in front of him was only seven years old.

At the age of seven, he can have such judgment, I have to say, it is amazing.

And... He would take the initiative to worship himself as a teacher, which is beyond the comprehension of a seven-year-old child.

Yan Feng stood up, did not speak, and looked down at the little boy who was kneeling.