At this time, the heavy snow and the weight on his back will make half of Feng Jing's legs sink into the snow every time. It was not so much walking as moving forward, the weather was very cold at this time, but Feng Jing's back was already sweating a lot, and he had no strength when he walked to the second-level spirit beast area of Wuqiong Mountain.

"Find a place to slowly recover your strength" Find a place where you can break your arm snow Feng Jing began to think about what the second-level spirit beast would look like, in the book given by Zhao San, it was recorded that the first-level spirit beast could only be said to have simple wisdom, to be exact, the first-level spirit beast was not considered the scope of the spirit beast at all, and it could only be barely regarded as the stage of the transition between ordinary animals and spirit beasts. The second-level spirit beast can only be regarded as a real spirit beast in the future, and from the second-level spirit beast will have its own habits and skills, and the spirit beasts that know their own habits and skills are powerful spirit beasts, and their innate habits ensure that they can have skills very easily. The second-level spirit beast is stronger than the first-level one, which is not a relationship of one or two times, but a qualitative leap.

Feng Jing began to look for the periphery of the second-level spirit beast area, Feng Jing clearly knew that his strength could not deal with the second-level spirit beasts at this time, and it was said that many second-level spirit beasts liked to gather in groups, if they could get away with defeating one, there might be a group of people rushing over to retaliate.

After a night of reconnaissance, Feng Jing figured out all the second-level spirit beasts in this area, and Feng Jing slowly recovered his strength on a tree and slowly thought about the object of his attack.

There is a group of flower mink in the valley to the east, flower marten like to gather in groups, very fast, there is poison in its claws, there is no antidote under its claws will definitely die, and the flower marten will release psychedelic skills, which is still very difficult for me to deal with now. In the south part of the place is a swamp, just now you can feel the horror inside only on the periphery, so Feng Jing went around it, and after he has a certain strength in the future, he will explore it.

Feng Jing's brows furrowed deeply, just looking at these two areas, he could see the difference between a second-level spirit beast and a first-level spirit beast. And the last place is that in a remote valley outside the second-level spirit beast, there lives a group of red-horned elk, the red-horned elk is huge, and the red horns can release flame attacks, and the consequences of being touched by flames are very serious.

"What should I do! These few on the periphery of the second-level spirit beasts are so powerful, and the Kendi inside is even more powerful, and his current strength is still too weak. I can't go into that swamp by myself, the mink is too poisonous, and it is not suitable for my current needs, only those red-horned elk can try. There is no way, it can only be elk, if you can be careful, it should not be a big problem to kill a few elk. ”

It was getting late, and Feng Jing hid in the tree to cultivate the chaos on the Qing Duel, "If it goes well this time, Feng Jing feels that he can quickly reach the third level of Qi training." ”

After midnight, Feng Jing stopped practicing, and with the elastic force of the fork, Feng Jing landed on the thick snow without making a sound, and then slipped out without staying long, and disappeared into the slow night in the blink of an eye. With the memory of the wind and quiet, I came to the valley where the red-horned elk rested, this valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is only one road that can enter the valley, and the water flowing from the mountain forms a small river in the valley depression, and on the opposite side is a forest. It's the coldest time of the year, but because the current is very fast, the river is not completely frozen, but there is some ice floes in the area where the river is not in a hurry.

As soon as Feng Jing entered the valley, he found a herd of red-horned elk resting in a sheltered place in the valley, and a large group of more than twenty elk, huddled together to keep warm. Feng Jing didn't make a move right away, if he angered those elks, he didn't know how to die. The wind was particularly strong at night, and the snow blowing on his face was particularly cold, but fortunately, Feng Jing had learned to use Yuan Li to warm himself. But it was still very cold, and Feng Jing hid behind a rock while keeping an eye on the movements of the elk herd while cultivating.

After a difficult night, Feng Jing suddenly woke up from his cultivation when the sky was just a little bright, and stared at the figure of an elk. The red-horned elk shook off the snow that had blown off its body, stood up, and walked slowly towards the river. When the red-horned elk next to him found him leaving, they just squeezed the one next to him to make sure they were warm and went back to sleep.

The red-horned elk that left was not very large, it was supposed to be a juvenile elk, and after a night's sleep, it felt like it was dawn and came out to drink water. Feng Jing cautiously followed it, and the red-horned elk walked to the river and lowered its head to drink.

Feng Jing looked back at the group of elk sleeping soundly in the distance, and suddenly attacked after finding the elk that had not followed, and the elk that was drinking water did not see the danger at all, and drank the water quietly as before. Suddenly, an instinctive feeling of danger approaching, and when the elk turned back, a weak black shadow rushed towards him.

Feng Jing hid behind a tree not far from the elk just now, only four or five meters away from the elk, coupled with Feng Jing's sudden attack, he slashed at the elk's hind legs before the elk could make a move. Although the revenge is a knife that has been picked up, it is very sharp.

A scream came out of the elk's mouth, and the elk's entire hind leg was cut out of a large wound, if it wasn't for the elk to find the danger, he moved his body between the knives and flints, and the knife just now would definitely cut off the elk's hind legs.

The elk stumbled back a few steps, the blood staining the snow red, and the angry elk stared at Feng Jing. The red horns of the red-horned elk suddenly emitted a large fireball, the diameter of the fireball was as large as the mouth of a bowl, and Feng Jing, who had been exercising in Wuqiongshan for so long, knew in his heart that even if he attacked himself, it was impossible to deal with the second-level spirit beast at one time. After the first blow, Feng Jing did not continue to stay, and quickly stuck to the injured elk, this series of movements was only a few seconds, if the reaction was a little slower, Feng Jing would be hit by the fireball sent by the red-horned elk.

Feng Jing dodged quickly, dodged the fireball in a few jumps, and gathered a body of yuan force to use "fallen leaves without a trace", the weird broken knife in Feng Jing's hand was not short of changes, and before the elk could react, it had already been inserted into the elk's heart, and the elk fell into the snow with a plop.

The sound of the fight just now woke up the elk herd not far away, and some of the larger elk had already stood up at the first scream, and when they found the injured elk fighting in the wind, they hurried to support. However, Feng Jing was too old-fashioned, and didn't give the elk a chance to breathe at all, and watched the broken feud inserted in the elk's body.

After Feng Jing got rid of the elk, he turned around and saw five or six adult elk running towards him, and he was a little numb when he looked at the momentum skin. When she decided to do something to the red-horned elk, Feng Jing thought of a way out, pulled up the carcass of the elk lying on the ground, and Feng Jing jumped into the icy river without hesitation.

On a cold winter morning, the weather was unusually cold, and as soon as Feng Jing jumped into the river, his body was frozen and stiffened by the cold drinking water, and the turbulent river water drowned Feng Jing in the water. When the adult red-horned elk ran to the river, he just saw Feng Jing jump into the river, although the elk is not afraid of the cold, but jumping into the cold river at this time is still instinctively a little afraid, looking at the river can only keep roaring to express the anger in his heart.

Feng Jing suddenly poked her head out of the water, and didn't notice for a while that she choked on a few mouthfuls of cold water, feeling that the whole person was frozen into ice from the inside out. At this time, the body was completely stiff, and Feng Jing hurriedly used the rich orange yuan force to protect the important parts of the body.

Feng Jing continued to float downstream with the river, and the elk herd on the shore followed for hundreds of meters, wanting to retrieve the body of her companion, but looking at Feng Jing in the water, she finally left helplessly.

Feng Jing constantly runs the Yuan Force, so that the body slowly comes out of the stiff state. "No, if you don't freeze to death like this, you will be washed down the cliff by the water and fall to your death." Feng Jing sped up the speed of running the Yuan Force, and slowly his body became a little conscious.

After a lot of effort, Feng Jing was finally able to move, and Feng Jing tried to move her limbs to increase body heat. With such continuous efforts, Feng Jing finally grabbed a dead branch in the river and swam back to the shore through the branch.

The wind on the shore of the tour left the red-horned elk aside, and found some dry wood from the woods to light it. took off his clothes, sat quietly and tremblingly in front of the fire, hugging his body.

Feng Jing didn't have a dry place up and down her body, there was no trace of blood on her lips and face, her thin body kept trembling, Feng Jing buried her head in her lap, and tears inexplicably remained.

Cold tears left a trail on the face and fell in the snow, and when other children were still this age, most of them hid in the arms of their parents and coddled. I used to have parents who loved me, but now I am alone, no one loves or takes care of me, and when I think of this, a flame of anger comes out of my heart.

"Revenge, I must take revenge, those who hurt me I will take revenge one by one in the future, I will let them taste ten times more pain than me"

Feng Jing wiped away her tears, carefully baked her clothes, and after an hour Feng Jing dried all the clothes on her body and warmed her body, she carried the body of an elk bigger than her body and walked like a stone house, leaving a series of footprints in the snow.