The temperature in the air seemed to drop a lot in an instant, and everything around him was cut off, and Feng Ruo could even hear his own heartbeat.

The black spirit civet is just one of the most ordinary spirit beasts on this Qingyun Mountain, maybe for the three generations of disciples of the Qingyun Sect like Kong Fei, the black spirit civet is not a threat at all, but compared to Feng Ruo, this is a huge test.

This black civet has a dark body and shiny coat, and its appearance is somewhat similar to that of a fox, but its four claws are much stronger, especially its eyes, which are actually a strange and enchanting blue.

A man and a beast confronted each other for a moment, only a "whoosh" sound was heard, and a flower immediately appeared in front of Feng Ruo, and there was no trace of the black civet cat!

"What a fast speed!" Not daring to slack off, Feng Ruo could only roll to the side on the spot, but almost at the same time, a hot and sharp pain came from his shoulder, and he didn't avoid it, so he was injured in the back by the black spirit civet's claw!

"Ahh

"Roar" A somewhat muffled roar came from the opposite side of Feng Ruo, and the black spirit civet fell to the ground at some point, and then looked at its strange eyes, there was a touch of mockery!

"Damn!" Feng Ruo couldn't help but clench the Yingyue short knife, and the wound on his back only made him frown slightly, he could still bear this small injury, but the speed of this beast was too fast, so he didn't have time to use the flame knife attack, according to his estimate, even the fierce beasts such as tigers and leopards in the mortal world may not be the opponent of this black spirit civet, no wonder they are called spirit beasts!

Taking a deep breath, Feng Ruo suddenly put the Moon Reflecting Short Knife across his chest, and then rushed towards the black spirit civet, as if he was going to die together, but in secret, he retained a little remaining strength, and at the same time quickly entered the mana into the Moon Reflecting Short Knife.

The black spirit civet's movements were faster, and when Feng Ruo charged forward, he just jumped slightly, which was several zhang high, and then the small body turned in mid-air, and it was still behind the sneak attack on Feng Ruo!

Although Feng Ruo couldn't observe the movements of the black spirit civet with his eyes, he guessed its attack trajectory from the black spirit raccoon's sneak attack just now, so he took the risk of taking a gamble, that is, this black spirit civet should still attack according to Fang Cai's attack trajectory!

"Die!" When the figure of the black spirit civet disappeared in front of him, Feng Ruo calculated the time slightly, then shouted violently, immediately stopped the momentum of rushing forward, and jumped up with the help of the force, and at the same time, the flame knife infused with mana "Whew!" slashed towards the rear!

And at this time, the black civet also happened to swoop down, only to hear a "boom" explosion, the fire flashed, the black civet was just slashed by the flame knife, it only had time to let out a scream, and it was split out a few feet away!

However, this powerful knife did not directly kill the black spirit civet, it fell to the ground, just rolled over, and then struggled to jump up and fled into the distance, obviously frightened by Feng Ruo's knife, but because of the serious injury, its speed can no longer be exerted.

"I want to escape! how can it be so easy!" Feng Ruo gritted his teeth violently, strode forward, and killed the already seriously injured black spirit civet with a few knives!

It wasn't until he was sure that the black spirit civet had already died that he couldn't die anymore, Feng Ruo sat down with a butt, and then he found that most of his strength had been consumed, although the two rounds of confrontation just now were short, but they were really dangerous!

To tell the truth, in terms of strength, the black spirit civet is definitely much higher than Feng Ruo, if he hadn't taken a risk, the final result would definitely be death without a place to be buried!

After a little respite, Feng Ruo didn't dare to stay here too much, and directly put the corpse of the black spirit civet into the Qiankun bag, and quickly collected the two nectar branches, and hurried back to the main peak.

It wasn't until he climbed over the chain and came to the other end of the cliff that Feng Ruo was completely relieved, within this range, there were mountain patrol disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and there would be no spirit beasts at all.

The wound on his back was not very serious, so Feng Ruo didn't pay attention to it, of course, he couldn't pay attention to it, he couldn't bandage it if he wanted to, and as for asking other Qingyun Sect disciples to help, he didn't even think about it.

"It seems that I have to find a way to hurry up and refine some hemostatic powder, just to heal these not serious injuries!" Feng Ruo secretly thought to himself, fortunately, this hemostatic powder, active dispersion, Wan Lingsan is the lowest level of the Dan Fang, so he does not need a special Danding for alchemy, just use mana to roast, otherwise, he really can't find the Danding.

Feng Ruo once saw a Danding that was more than one person tall, engraved with incomparably complex patterns on the surface, and heavy organs, it was said that it was only the lowest-level Danding, but let Feng Ruo estimate that if this thing was converted into Five Elements Stones, I am afraid that it would require a lot of Five Elements Stones!

Although he wanted to refine to stop the blood dispersion, Feng Ruo didn't do it immediately, just now because of the use of the Flame Knife, the pitiful mana in his body was consumed by half, so he had to wait for some meditation before proceeding.

But before that, he still needs to dispose of the corpse of the black spirit civet, he has already learned from Kong Fei and the others that those low-level spirit beasts can be sold in the market, which is also the way for Quyun Kong Fei and others to make money.

It's just that Feng Ruo doesn't know where the so-called bazaar is now, not to mention, without a flying mount, he can't even go down Qingyun Mountain, so the corpse of this black spirit civet has to be enjoyed by himself.

The meat is naturally going to be eaten, and he has long had enough of the terrible rice crackers, Feng Ruo is very eager to improve his food, as for the fur, it is just made into a leather coat, although the defense power cannot be compared with the snow silkworm suit, but at least it is much stronger than his current tattered cloth clothes.

Back at his residence, Feng Ruo immediately took out the corpse of the black civet dog, but then he became depressed, he didn't think too much about it when he killed the black civet before, so the position where he cut it was completely different, and the consequence of this was that he could no longer make a complete animal skin.

"Okay, actually, the barbecue is not bad!" Feng Ruo comforted himself.

(Hey!The results are dismal!What about the tickets?Use them for rice crackers!)