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It was only at this time that Lu Wancheng really paid attention to it, and he looked at Shen Feng who was walking towards him again in disbelief. Roll on the spot, then stand up. Pointing at Shen Feng with his finger, "You...... You ......" He had a lot of questions in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

"What's wrong with me? Aren't you very powerful? Aren't you here to trouble Lao Tzu? Hurry up and wake up Lao Tzu's people, otherwise you two brothers, no one will want to fuck alive!" Shen Feng roared.

"Boy, do you think that if you do this, you will win? Hahahaha, it's really ridiculous to be ignorant! Don't forget, Lao Tzu's most professional thing is not fighting, but drawing souls and refining souls! I said that I want to seal you as my thatched house guard, and I, Lu Wancheng, have always been people who do what they say. Lu Wancheng stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and said with a sneer.

When Shen Feng heard this, he was still not convinced, so he couldn't help but take two steps forward, then suddenly jumped up, stretched out his foot and kicked over, "Give you face, right?"

"Poof!" Lu Wancheng, who didn't have time to dodge, was kicked to the ground again, and this time, Shen Feng no longer waited for him to stand up, but directly bullied him forward and kicked him down again and again.

"I'll make you arrogant!"

"I'll make you unconvinced!"

"I'll make you cheap!"

"Still fucking refining your soul? I see you're an old thing, and you're pretty much the same!"

Shen Feng showed no mercy this time, and kicked Lu Wancheng with one kick, not only kicking Lu Wancheng's nose and face that were lying on the ground, but also not even having a chance to dodge. Due to the improvement of Shen Feng's cultivation, he was also much stronger than before in terms of fighting comprehension, and almost every time he could predict in advance the direction in which Lu Wancheng was dodging.

Shen Feng kicked again and again, kicking Lu Wancheng's body fiercely every time. kicked Lu Wancheng and rolled all over the ground. As the head of a faction, when did you suffer such grievances?

Lu Wancheng trembled with anger, and stretched out his hand to Shen Feng again tremblingly, "You ......"

"You still dare to be stubborn, and you're not honest when you're beaten, right?" Shen Feng said, slapping the other party's mouth with a big "snap".

Blood trickled down from the corners of Lu Wancheng's mouth, and Lu Wancheng stared at Shen Feng deadly, his eyes full of unwilling anger.

I saw him gritting his teeth and wiping all the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth on his hands. Quickly dipped his fingers in blood and drew a strange pattern on the door of his head. Then he folded his hands, closed his eyes, and muttered something in his mouth.

Shen Feng didn't move, looking curiously at Lu Wancheng, who was dressed like a magic stick.

But it didn't take long for Shen Feng to notice that something was not right. I saw that the pattern on Lu Wancheng's head actually flashed with luster, and in a trance, it seemed that one after another little ghosts with teeth and claws jumped out of his pattern, and then disappeared without a trace.

About a point or so, Lu Wancheng, who was originally lying on the ground, actually sat up straight slowly, and when he became sitting cross-legged, he suddenly took off his clothes outside, threw them into the air, and shouted softly, "Hundred ghosts draw souls!"

After finishing speaking, Lu Wancheng's clothes, which had been thrown into the air, suddenly stopped there. It's just that this kind of stay is very short, and then it actually flew straight towards Shen Feng.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Just your trick of twisting Yangge and throwing handkerchiefs, everyone in the Northeast of the global village will do it! As for making it so mysterious?" Shen Feng said with disdain.

For Shen Feng's contempt, Lu Wancheng, who was sitting cross-legged, didn't pay attention to it, still staring at his red eyes, and muttering faster and faster.

"Whoosh!"

A piece of clothing that had been torn in several places actually came straight towards Shen Feng's cover as if it had eyes.

"At this level, do you dare to come out and pretend to be a ghost?" Shen Feng pursed his lips in disdain, jumped and reached out to grab the clothes in his hand.

However, as soon as he grabbed the clothes, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the arm that grabbed the clothes was like grasping a piece of ice, and a bone-chilling cold was transmitted to his whole body along his arm in an instant.

"Huh?"

Shen Feng screamed miserably and fell directly to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a palpitating panic suddenly surged into Shen Feng's heart. At this time, he suddenly felt like he was surrounded by wolves, and it was like he was suddenly caught in a quagmire, and a feeling of loneliness and despair came to his heart.

He hurriedly tried to mobilize the spiritual power in the dantian to run his whole body. However, just as he was distracted to control his spiritual power, his head began to feel a little dizzy.

At first, he didn't care, but when the vertigo passed, his whole head ached like pins and needles, which made him realize that something was wrong.

In fact, he really wanted to kill Lu Wancheng with one sword, but the injured people who were still lying on the ground in the inn were now all unconscious, and it seemed that if he wanted to save them, he could only force Lu Wancheng to become a fan.

But now that he had fallen into the way of the old thing, in a fit of anger, Shen Feng endured the pain. Stretch out your foot and kick the other person's head hard, "I'll let you pretend to be a ghost!"

Lu Wancheng, who was caught off guard, was kicked out by Shen Feng all of a sudden, and a big footprint was imprinted on the left side of his face. However, Lu Wancheng actually laughed ruefully.

"Little bastard, how does Lao Tzu taste like refining his soul? Hahahaha! I see how long you can be arrogant, hahahaha, let's obediently be my thatched house guard!" Lu Wancheng looked like he had succeeded in his treacherous scheme, and looked at Shen Feng and laughed coldly.

After Lu Wancheng finished speaking, he sat cross-legged again and took out a fleshy silkworm-like insect from his arms. I saw him hold it in his hand, and then bit the tip of his tongue, and after the blood flowed all over his mouth, he sprayed it all on the silkworm-like insect with a "poof" sound. The originally white bugs immediately turned into blood bugs.

"Hahahaha, how about the body that the old man found for you? Hahahaha, go ahead! Occupy his body, and in the future, you will be what people call Shen Dashan! Hahahaha......"

Lu Wancheng looked at Shen Feng, whose whole face became extremely hideous and distorted because of a headache, and laughed happily.

Watching a blood red suddenly fly out of Lu Wancheng's palm, he approached Shen Feng at a rapid speed.

"Damn, what the hell?" Although Shen Feng couldn't suppress the pain in his head, after all, Xiu Wei was there, so he still noticed the insects flying towards him.

"No, I can't let him get close, it's not a good thing at first glance!" Shen Feng looked at the bloody worm and hurriedly dodged it, feeling sick in his heart.

"Old thing, let you attack with such a disgusting thing!" "Capture the thief and capture the king first, Shen Feng still understands this truth, so Shen Feng gritted his teeth and desperately endured the pain from this brain. After a few jumps, he came to Lu Wancheng's side again.

In fact, today's battle is also extremely aggrieved for Lu Wancheng. First of all, although his cultivation is to build the third layer of the foundation, what he is good at is really not fighting with others. His original profession was exactly what he said, which was to drain the soul and refine the soul.

But the problem arises, the requirement for this kind of thing is in a dark place.

In that case, not to mention using a hundred ghosts to draw souls, even if it is a five ghost soul extraction, generally speaking, it is enough to kill an ordinary person, and if it is used properly, even if it kills a strong person who cultivates qi, it is also not a problem.

But now both of them were led outside the inn by Shen Feng, completely in broad daylight, which is based on the death of the little ghost who is drawing his soul.

Although Lu Wancheng got a piece of clothing to block the sun, only about one-third of the hundreds of little ghosts released were left in an instant. If it weren't for Shen Feng reaching out to grab his clothes, maybe more people would die next.

It's just that Shen Feng has never seen this pattern, so he grabbed the clothes defenselessly, causing the little ghost to enter his body smoothly.

At this moment, Shen Feng approached Lu Wancheng's body with an arrow step, "Aren't you good at drawing ghosts? Lao Tzu cut off your hands!" At this time, Shen Feng, who was in unbearable pain, didn't care about anything else, and without hesitation, he pulled out the Xuantie Broadsword and slashed at Lu Wancheng with lightning speed.

"Huh?"

The compelling knife intent frightened Lu Wancheng, seeing that Shen Feng's knife was fast, he didn't care about any image, and rolled directly on the ground to dodge.

However, Shen Feng now has the idea of killing, and his current cultivation is much higher than him, so where can he give him a chance to dodge.

"Woo......"

Another gust of wind swept by, and in a hurry, Lu Wancheng stretched out his hand to resist. However, as soon as the hand was stretched out, he heard a "click", and he felt that his arm was light, and then, a severed limb fell directly in front of him.

"Ahh

Lu Wancheng screamed, only to see him covering the broken part of his left hand, rolling on the ground.

However, Shen Feng didn't stop there, he jumped up again, and then smashed his whole body on Lu Wancheng's body.

"Poof!"

Lu Wancheng's wailing stopped abruptly, and he opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of blood. The whole person immediately languished.

However, after a series of attacks, Shen Feng's entire body was also a little shaky, especially the pain in his head, which was like being torn madly in the depths of his soul, which made him even more painful.

I saw that he reluctantly took out a card, pressed it directly on Lu Wancheng's body, and shouted: "Turn on the slave hunting mode!"

A white light flashed, and just when Shen Feng thought it was successful, the system prompt suddenly sounded.

"Ding! Slave mode failed to start!"

Shen Feng was startled by this voice, only to see him roar frantically, press the slave card on Lu Wancheng again, and shout: "Open!"

Another few seconds of waiting, these few seconds were as difficult for Shen Feng as being in purgatory! However, the system improvement sound finally sounded.

"Ding! Slave mode failed to start! You have one last chance to capture this card!"

"Why did you fail again?" Shen Feng was a little confused. "Is it a bad contact? Not in the right place, or is it an intermittent neurosis? I've tried to capture three people, which means it's perfectly fine?"

He knew that he didn't look at Lu Wancheng undressing and breaking his leg again, but he really didn't kill him. On his side, he completely fell for his tricks. If you have such a headache, it is estimated that it will be difficult for you to last for about ten minutes, and you may have to pass out directly. Thinking of this, Shen Feng felt a burst of despair.