Just as Zhou Feng was erasing the traces, fluttering snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky.

"Haha, God help me!" Zhou Feng cheered, followed the way he came, and returned quickly.

When Zhou Feng returned to the courtyard, the snow on the ground was half a foot deep.

"Hehe, I don't think anyone will be able to suspect me."

After closing the courtyard door, Zhou Feng returned to the room.

Immediately changed his clothes, cut the bloodstained and tattered clothes into several pieces, threw them into the stove, and then made his body clear and clean, and could no longer see the appearance of going out, and then sat back on the bed.

Zhou Feng breathed a long sigh of relief, opened the package on the side, and prepared to sort out the results this time.

"So rich!"

During the arrangement, Zhou Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Among the packages, the most are gold tickets and silver tickets, Zhou Feng roughly calculated, there are more than one million taels of silver.

However, think about it, the Fire Tiger and the bloodthirsty scholar are definitely worth a lot as the head of the Thunder Tiger Mercenary Group, and the million taels of silver are estimated to be only carried with them, and as for their vaults, I don't know how much money they have?

Although there was a lot of money, Zhou Feng didn't care at all, what he cared about was four booklets with quite old styles.

Pick up the first book, there are three big characters written on it, it can be seen that this is the cultivation method of the Fire Tiger. Zhou Feng flipped through it casually, and unexpectedly found that in this book, all the fire skills from the first layer to the tenth layer were recorded in the book, and at the end, there was also a set of body techniques, called Burst Flame Steps. It can be seen that this exercise is definitely a top-level exercise, and it is worth a lot of money, but it is a pity that it conflicts with the water system exercise practiced by Zhou Feng, but there is one thing that Zhou Feng is still very happy about, although the explosion flame step, although it needs to be driven by the internal qi of the fire system, it is enough for Zhou Feng to learn from it.

The following is a soft water recipe. It is obviously the practice of the bloodthirsty scholar's cultivation, which records the cultivation method of the ninth layer of the day after tomorrow. There are three kinds of notes on it, apparently transcribed by three people.

Then, there is the thickest of the several, the cover of the book is pitch black, and the two bright red characters are particularly conspicuous, the Poison Sutra.

Zhou Feng took a quick look at it, and found that the content of this poison scripture is very broad, not only poisonous weeds, poisons, but also some animals and plants with strange functions, uses, and appearances, all of which are clearly recorded, and even lifelike pictures, followed by the preparation of various poisons, as well as the method of poisoning, and finally the method of detoxification.

He put down the Poison Sutra with a flat face, but Zhou Feng was extremely excited in his heart, with this Poison Sutra, even if he was only a first-order martial artist, he had enough confidence to make everyone afraid of three points.

Picking up the last one, Zhou Feng became more expectant.

After opening the last book and reading it for a while, Zhou Feng's face became a little exciting.

This last book has no name, and it records the same internal qi cultivation method, but this nameless exercise is extremely dangerous, you need to swallow all kinds of poisons, especially when you break through the bottleneck, you need strange poisons to help you break through the level, and squeeze your own potential.

"Damn, isn't this suicide? With so many toxins, who can suppress them? Even the innate powerhouse doesn't have this ability, right? After reading this, Zhou Feng's brows furrowed tightly, and his face was full of incredulity.

Although Zhou Feng's own strength is not good, but as a descendant of a family, his eyesight is certainly not comparable to ordinary people, although this exercise, although it can be said to be a different way, so that Zhou Feng's eyes are bright, but whether it is theory or practice, it is impossible to achieve.

However, the strength of the poison demon was what Zhou Feng had seen with his own eyes, and he was indeed a tenth-order powerhouse.

"How did he cultivate to such an extent?" Zhou Feng's heart was full of doubts.

At this moment, this exercise has been turned to the end.

"Oh, that's not right!"

The last page of the book was not a cultivation exercise, but like a diary, it simply recorded some important things about the poison demon's experience, but Zhou Feng only glanced at these things, and what attracted his attention was the texture of the paper.

Gently stroking this piece of paper, although in terms of color and size, this paper is no different from the previous paper, but Zhou Feng can be sure that this paper is by no means different from the previous paper in terms of texture.

This paper is much rougher than the previous paper, as if an unknown layer had been applied to the previous paper.

Zhou Feng exerted a little effort and tore the paper off the booklet.

Then he filled a wooden basin with a basin of water and put the torn paper inside.

As soon as this piece of paper entered the water, Zhou Feng could be sure that there was definitely something wrong with it.

It was like an iron sheet entering the water, without the slightest intention of floating, and it sank rapidly, and it had sunk to the bottom of the basin in the blink of an eye.

What Zhou Feng was expecting did not appear, and nothing on the paper dissolved in water.

Seeing the unexpected changes, Zhou Feng was not in a hurry, took out his chopsticks, grabbed the corner of the paper, and paddled quickly in the water.

Sure enough, changes began to happen.

A trace of heavy yellow liquid is differentiated from the paper, large and small fragments, as time goes by, the speed of separation is naturally faster and faster, gradually, the earthy yellow surface is no longer there, through the slightly turbid water, a trace of silver white can be faintly seen.

Seeing that it was almost over, the covering on it basically fell off, and Zhou Feng took it out.

Carefully wiped dry with a rag, what appeared in Zhou Feng's eyes was a square silver-white sheet.

The flakes are silky smooth and metallic, densely covered with a dark green font, and the handwriting and strokes are extremely clear, not blurred by immersion in water, let alone dissolved in water, and disappearing

Looking at the strange and mysterious font on it, Zhou Feng frowned, although he couldn't understand any of these words, he always had a sense of déjà vu in his heart.

"It's like ...... Ancient Chiefs! ”

In the past few years, Zhou Feng has read a lot of books, and he has also read the introduction of ancient chieftains, and knows that this kind of writing has been handed down from ancient times, and it is rare now, but he doesn't know which race created it, and of course he can't understand the meaning.

However, fortunately, the ancient chieftain is one of several ancient languages that have translations, although in this case, the classics that can translate the ancient chieftain are not generally collectible, as far as Zhou Feng knows, in the huge city of difficult departure, no force has the ability to collect. Of course, the Zhou family has it, but it will only be treasured in the clan, not in the small place of difficult to leave the city.