Call!

The night wind swept across the wasteland, as far as the eye could see.

Except for a few hungry and green-eyed manes wandering, there's nothing here.

The boy walked slowly, one step, two steps, where is the road?

At night in the wasteland, although the temperature is not high, it is not too low, after all, it is the height of summer.

However, the boy was dressed in a long-haired animal skin, and seemed to be shivering with cold.

His hair was long, up to his waist. Neglected, his hair was knotted in many places, and an unknown small insect had built a nest in his hair.

He smelled fishy, and there was a cold killing intent. This made the mane **** very panicked, and they hurriedly ran away with their tails between them.

"Heh~" The young man made a strange voice in his throat, stopped, and looked.

The night sky was full of birds and monsters with huge wings, and he became interested and raised his hand.

A cloud of green light **** from his palm, like a firework, streaked across the night sky, hitting the huge bird.

"Huh!" The bird's body was pierced, and it let out a short, sharp cry of pain, and fell headlong to the ground.

Ping Pong!

It was still indistinguishable in the air, and when it landed, it smashed through a huge hole in the ground, and the ground was torn apart, and it turned out to be a behemoth.

A sharp snout with two rows of standing teeth in the mouth. On the two arm-thick legs, there are large, sharp gray claws. It looks like an ostrich, but it can fly very high. The pair of fleshy wings, covered only by a skin membrane and without feathers, stretched out to be twenty feet long.

This is a rotten vulture, and its combat power is comparable to that of a peak martial artist in the martial arts realm. In this wasteland, it used to be a hegemon-level existence.

When it was alive, it loved to watch the dying creatures die and feast on them. Now, it turns itself into an ugly corpse.

It had been pierced in the throat and its body had begun to fester.

The boy stepped forward and looked down at it, a cloud of green flame erupting from his palm. Pushing the palm, the flames rushed into its head like a stream of fire.

There was a green dot the size of a walnut that surged through the body of the rotting vulture, and finally reached its heart.

The dead demon beast opened its eyes suddenly, its eyes gray and flashing with a cold light. It opened its mouth and screamed, and the teenager grinned.

He turned, and its massive body rumbled to its feet, following suit, bowing its head and approaching him in obedience.

"Let's go, Hidden Sword Villa." The boy jumped on its neck and sat down, pointing his finger ahead.

Rumble!

The ugly wings flapped, setting off a huge wind and waves, and the sand filled the sky. As it flies, it has constant dripping of green slime from its mouth. Where the mucus touches, the grass is silent, and the sand is charred black.

The icy air of death, wafting over the juvenile and the rotten vulture, did not have any

At this time, the Tibetan Sword Villa had fallen into a deep sleep, and the magnificent manor was only lit with a few lanterns.

A mighty and domineering old man with a white beard and hair was sitting at a desk, holding a scroll and studying. Even in such a moment of tranquility, a thin halo shrouded him.

If you look closely, in the halo, there are three swords the size of fingers, which are vivid and rhythmically beating. The aura of heaven and earth, through the halo, is constantly absorbed by them.

At the third order of the Acquired Martial Master Realm, he can already turn the void into reality and condense the spiritual power into an object in the form of substance.

It's just a little strange, the spiritual power that should be clear is actually mixed with green spots, and there are quite a few.

Even when he was studying, the old man could cultivate at any time and improve slowly. A powerful aura enveloped the entire mountain villa.

"Huh!"

There was a long and mournful roar in the distant night sky, and a trace of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

His name is Zang Keli, and people usually call him - the Sword Master.

Swish!

The hairs on the sword saint's body stood up, he quickly put down the scroll, walked out of the study quickly, and turned into a streamer **** into the sky.

……

In the quiet bamboo forest at the foot of the hillside, Lin Feng was sitting cross-legged on the tip of a bamboo, exercising his exercises.

Rumble!

In the world where ideas are formed, sand gathers into towers. In the afterglow of the setting sun, countless quicksand rolls on the ground.

Lin Feng was like an iron filing, quickly falling to the ground. The bamboo is bent and tight like a bowstring.

This is the purple spirit bamboo that is a specialty of Baihua Valley, which is characterized by strong toughness. If you want to break a ten-year-old purple spirit bamboo, you need at least the strength of the ninth order or above in the martial artist realm.

The strong rebound force generated by the bamboo, and the enhanced attraction generated by the stone-breaking work, form a silent tug-of-war.

The Purple Spirit Bamboo finally failed, it completely surrendered, carrying Lin Feng, and was sucked to the ground.

At that moment, a black streamer of light dispersed and turned into black lotus flowers.

Bang!

Just as Lin Feng was about to hit the ground, the lotus flower fell to the ground fiercely, making a loud noise.

The pitch-black shadow, viscous and thick, was at least three times stronger than when Yuan Chongru cast it.

Wow!

After landing on the ground, Lin Feng opened his eyes happily and said secretly: "If you combine the Flower of Shadow Dance with the Stone Breaking Skill, the power will increase, wonderful!" ”

All night, Lin Feng was tossing in this purple bamboo forest. Unconsciously, the east is white.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, ending the night's cultivation.

Today is the most important part of the Medicine God Ceremony - the Sacrifice Ceremony.

And Lin Feng and others' Doudan Contest is just the icing on the cake for the ceremony.

went back to clean up, had breakfast with Chen Youting, and the two masters and apprentices slowly walked towards the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

Lin Feng was very worried about not knowing in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of Shi Zhizhi who was far away in the Kongyang Sect. The old and the young, they don't know, but they don't know if they have any fate.

Today's Chen Youting, dressed up in a particularly energetic manner, actually wore a new robe, and his aura was compelling. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to this link.

Lin Feng didn't have time to attend the opening, so he didn't know about the situation in the previous days.

But as far as the past few days are concerned, he summed up that the so-called Medicine God Ceremony seems to be a group of alchemists getting together, discussing Danshu, and then exchanging ideas at the auction.

Even if everyone is crowded in the inn, it is usually difficult to meet.

It wasn't until he reached the valley that Lin Feng realized how many alchemists had come here.

It seemed that the alchemists of the entire Silver Moon Continent had gathered here, bustling and crowded, with thousands of people.

Although Baihua Valley and Linghu Mountain are known as the three major immortal sects, there are very few disciples, which is different from the traditional sects of Kongyang Sect.

Mixed in the crowd, Lin Feng was a little bored. Chen Youting was soon surrounded by everyone, and many passionate lovers came to stick to his cold ass.

Although Lin Feng made a name for himself at the auction, except for a very small number of people, no one could connect him with the mysterious auctioneer.

In everyone's eyes, he was just an unknown alchemist apprentice and passerby.

Even because he was dressed plainly, many people still looked down on him. How many alchemists who can stand here are not already accomplished? How many aren't a precious piece of equipment with a sparkle of inspiration? Only Lin Feng, dressed in black, stood in the shadows, and he couldn't find anyone.

So well, he is happy to be pure.

"Hey!" A small hand put on his shoulder and greeted him affectionately.

(End of chapter)