Jiang Feng felt as if his body was trapped in a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and even under his ankles it was frozen, he struggled to twist his neck that seemed to be rusted, and turned his head to look at his right.

The eye is almost broken black python leather armor, on the blue shawl, the gold-embroidered "green mountains" logo is blurred, but you can still see the sign belonging to the senior monk of the Li Sect, his breath is restrained, but the sharpness is still there, the white hair shawl is hanging down, on the resolute face, an inch-long horizontal scar on the bridge of the nose is very obvious.

"Senior, are you?" Jiang Feng had already recognized that this white-haired monk was the master of the Lizong who was fighting the Demon Shadow alone today, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart, he could stand behind him inadvertently, and his strength could not simply say the word "strong", but should be described as "terrifying".

"Seven hundred and twenty-six pieces of clothing fell, but you were the only one who picked it up, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Feng's heart was like a chill, and his heart, which had been suddenly disturbed, was even more difficult to calm down, and he even found himself trembling constantly, so he quickly gasped secretly, and diverted his attention between swallowing, so as to alleviate the stress reaction of his body, although the white-haired monk was strong, he did not kill himself immediately, which showed that he did not have the intention of killing himself.

"The juniors want to divinate where they fled to, and then find out why they hunted for Neidan. I'm having a hard time, and maybe there's some chance in that. ”

"How do you know they're hunting for Nedan?"

"The Demon Shadow struck twice, both of which were only aimed at monks who had just entered the ground level. Therefore, the younger generation has this speculation. The indifferent attitude between the other party's words made Jiang Feng feel bad in his heart. In the interval of replying, his figure moved back faintly through the cover of "in order to maintain politeness and respect", although he knew that this could not prevent the other party from making a move, but maybe there was a glimmer of life.

"Do you want to use the 'fake Dan' to achieve the Dan theory?"

"The juniors don't dare. Just wanted to study a thing or two. The white-haired monk was fierce, and his dissatisfaction poured out undoubtedly, but it also allowed Jiang Feng to confirm Pu Tiexin's previous guess that studying the inner Dan of other prefecture-level monks could indeed take a shortcut to achieve the prefecture-level under the pretense of the other party's Dan theory.

"Dare to quibble! This is a move of common anger of people and gods, you scum, today, I will kill you, to prevent future troubles, and ...... for my son" Before the words fell, a domineering force attacked Jiang Feng like a biting gale, although it would not be immediately fatal, but the killing intent of this prefecture-level senior monk was enough to crush Jiang Feng in a snap of his fingers.

"The seniors spare their lives, Chu Yiming is a friend of the juniors!" In a hurry, Jiang Feng heard the words "my son" and suddenly grasped the key to saving his life.

"Who are you?"

The murderous aura in the air has eased, but it is still like a deadly thick python, tightly trapped, wrapped around Jiang Feng's neck, and his life is in danger at any time.

"Jiang Feng, the head of the Lower Shallow Mountain Sect, originally had an appointment with Brother Yi Ming, and came to Zhenwu City to meet him, but he didn't expect that before he could visit, he had an accident, and dared to ask his seniors, how is Brother Yi Ming now, is there any salvation?"

As far as he could see, the white-haired monk's expression eased slightly, making Jiang Feng convinced that this temporary "life-saving straw" might be available, he estimated that they were both at the prefecture level, Chu Yiming and his father would not have too many intersections in life, they must have their own circle of friends, Chu Yiming had any friends, he must not know, now Chu Yiming has died, and there is no proof of death, so it is just right to save his life and avoid this unwarranted disaster.

"Asa Shan Sect Jiang Feng, I heard Yu Chengke talk about you. You and Yi Ming met, what is the matter?" The white-haired monk didn't seem to believe Jiang Feng's words, but his attitude eased a lot between his words, and his murderous aura was almost withdrawn, but Jiang Feng was sure in his heart that every next sentence was a test, and he needed to think about how to answer in order to avoid revealing flaws.

"I'd like to borrow a few artifacts to protect myself so I can go to the Raging Wind Canyon. ”

Jiang Feng decided to avoid the important and light, since the other party mentioned Yu Chengke, he naturally already knew about the "Yuan Chu Venerable Ruins" in the canyon, half-truths and half-falsehoods, mentioning the opportunity of "real existence, which is also valued by various sects and factions, but kept secrets to a certain extent", to win the trust of the other party. The reason for borrowing magic weapons, on the one hand, is relatively reasonable, and on the other hand, it can also imply that he has an extraordinary relationship with Chu Yiming, and Taoist friends who can borrow magic weapons are naturally true friends.

"He Neidan was taken away, and he is already a living dead, you can find another way!" the other party said coldly, "I didn't expect you to get the opportunity to enter the valley, but you have some ability!"

Maybe he believed Jiang Feng's words, or maybe it was the matter of the "Angry Wind Canyon" that made the white-haired monk believe in Jiang Feng's identity, in short, the murderous aura in the air had dissipated invisibly.

"I don't know if it's convenient to visit, the younger generation has a meagre strength, but it's always good to have one more person to help find a way. Jiang Feng didn't dare to relax a little, as a "true friend", it was contrary to common sense not to take a look at such a change.

"It's rare for Yi Ming to make a friend like you. The white-haired monk's anger had subsided, and he showed an incredulous expression, "Since you have the heart to help him, you can divinate the demon shadow, where to flee at this time!"

"Yes!

Jiang Feng picked up the scattered spirit stones, rearranged the formation, used the borrowed object to transform the shadow, and said softly in his heart:

"The whereabouts of the owner of this thing!"

The afterimages in the air were staggered, and with the consumption of the spirit stone energy, the treasure light on the first-order magic weapon gradually dissipated, and a picture that was not clear, but also vaguely recognizable, was presented in front of the two of them.

It looks like an ancient temple, dilapidated and decaying, almost collapsed, and in the distance, mountains are stacked, abandoned waterwheels, and patches of abandoned wasteland, such places are very common.

Between the scattered ruins, in the place where the grass is overgrown, a sturdy red-haired man, with his back to the picture, is roasting a demon beast that looks like a wild boar, and beside him, there is a thin man in a gray robe, this, Jiang Feng's heart suddenly moved, and he recognized the man, but around the man, a white mist-like thing instantly floated, covering his true face, but the long-haired woman leaning on his arms did not have such a mysterious sign, and a white dragon-shaped jade on her waist made Jiang Feng confirm his guess.

It turned out to be them!

Chen Kun and Liu Yanluo!

They can't be that demon shadow, even if they are geniuses, they can't compete with a ground-level monk in a short period of time, the red-haired man is, but why are they with this demon shadow.

The waves were rolling in his heart, but Jiang Feng didn't dare to show abnormality, if he let the white-haired monk know that he had something to hide, it would only be a wave of injustice, and it would cause more trouble.

The image gradually dissipated, and it seemed that it was difficult to confirm the whereabouts of the other party just by what he saw, and such a scene of "ancient temple and deserted village", not to mention in Lizong, even in the Asa Mountain Sect, was not uncommon.

Jiang Feng was about to finish divination, but he felt a big hand suddenly grabbed from his shoulder, followed by a majestic and rich tide of spiritual power that was almost unbearable for his body, and that spiritual power rushed down his arm and rushed to the fingertips that controlled the divination circle, instantly making the sound of skin and flesh on the five fingers burst, and a cloud of flesh and blood blurred.

The image had become blurry, so it was clear again in an instant, but what was seen was still only a corner.

"Still not good?" the white-haired man snorted, "Soul Burning Technique!"

With the invisible red light projected by the white-haired monk, Jiang Feng's body seemed to fall into a volcano in an instant, the scorching magma burned violently in his body, every inch of skin on his body, every acupoint, and every joint was filled with heat waves, and the pool of the Law Phase was like being burned by flames, steaming, rolling, stirring up countless waves of qi, the black gold gourd let out a painful wail, and several light clusters around it flashed with a dazzling light, which was overdrawing the power of the Law Phase!

The image that had originally seen a very small range suddenly opened up, and it was not until the red-haired man, Chen Kun and Liu Yanluo, like black spots, that they all looked over the mountains, and then came to an abrupt end.

"Cloud Cang Three Realms Mountain!"

The white-haired monk spat out a word that Jiang Feng had never heard before, and he already recognized where the other party was. He pondered for a moment, seemed to have a plan, and stared coldly, "For the sake of seeing Yi Ming, spare you from dying today, so that you can do it yourself!"

He snorted coldly, and threw down Jiang Feng, who had been overdrawn by the law and completely collapsed to the ground and rolled in pain, and his figure instantly dissipated, as if it had never existed.

Burst!

Jiang Feng was in pain, and spit out a few mouthfuls of hot blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and the black gold gourd trembled wildly, intending to suppress the changes in the Faxiang Spirit Pool, but the heat wave came impatiently and ferociously, and in a hurry, the self-adjustment of the black gold gourd was difficult to work, and he could only wait for the disordered spiritual energy to dissipate naturally. While his consciousness was still sober, Jiang Feng grabbed a large handful of Qi Nourishing Blood Pills, swallowed them in a hurry, activated the intermediate awakening of the white jade flying needle, and continuously played multiple meditation talismans and awakening talismans, and after a long time, the violent restlessness in his body gradually stabilized.

Jiang Feng felt as if he was a year older.

The skill of "Soul Burning Technique" must be a forcible consumption of the power of the origin of the law phase, and the skill level is temporarily improved, which naturally includes the borrowed object and incarnation skills learned the day after tomorrow, so as to achieve the effect of peeking into more ranges, and the other party's attitude of not caring about his own life and death makes people frightened.

Spare me not to die?

Without saying a word "thanks", Jiang Feng complained in his heart, and hatred instantly surged out, breeding like weeds, but he didn't dare to complain in the slightest, for fear that the other party would not go far, or go and return.

This father and son are really good at "white prostitution". He finally understood now why when he showed that he was Chu Yiming's "true friend", the other party's strange expression was profound.

Those who "prostitute for nothing" do not deserve friends.

After resting for a long time, and replenishing a lot of free spiritual food, Jiang Feng only recovered his vitality, he thought about it, this matter must not be revealed, the Chu family is "white prostitutes", but he can't just forget it, since he has already declared himself a friend of Chu Yiming, he might as well really go and see if he can get anything, he is already half a dead man, and he will not tell the truth.

Thinking of this, he went out and found a tavern that specialized in inquiring about news, and spent a few spirit stones to find out the identity of the white-haired man and the location of the Chu Mansion.

Chu Anlan, the prefecture-level eightfold, is now the actual helmsman of the Chu family, in addition, the Chu family is also in charge of all the spiritual lands of the Li Sect, so in this way, in order to choose one more spiritual land in the future, it is very necessary to venture to the Chu Mansion to explore.

............

Asayama Sect, Dayi County.

Zheng Keyi had just given a few slaves a lesson, letting them learn the chores of the "Black Donkey Zhang" shop, as well as the etiquette of treating ordinary monks and guests, and several slaves had entered old age, which Jiang Feng had deliberately chosen to leave to her, in order to prevent the risk of possible attacks on the master's escape.

Although her body is already a little tired, she has no intention of stopping to rest, the "sisterhood" she organized single-handedly, there is a small gathering today, this kind of mutual exchange of talents, as well as the organization of collecting intelligence, is still very necessary for her at this stage, however, if she can successfully awaken the law phase, she plans to absorb one or two low-level spiritual monks to enter, and then improve the level of this organization to collect intelligence. She had already chosen the target, those few people were usually helping in the nearby shops, young and clever, and the road was also difficult, if there were spirit stones to take, they would not refuse their own pull.

She had just gone out when she caught a glimpse of a man with a hat squatting in the doorway, who had not been there when she entered. She was startled, and was about to retreat into the house, but the man stood up, dropped a sack of burlap the size of a palm, and then, as if he had not noticed, picked up the flat burden, and hurried away.

Information for me?

Zheng Keyi observed left and right for a while, and found that no one was paying attention here, so she pretended to squat down, arranged the pink silk edge on her skirt, and picked up the cloth bag.

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