Xiang Dong shook his head, still unable to believe this.

This is too unbelievable for him.

After all, in his eyes, Zhang Feiyang is an ordinary person, but he is the type with outstanding physical fitness among ordinary people.

But no matter how good his physical fitness is, at such a close distance, it is impossible to have a chance to survive after being hit by two sturdy daggers.

What's more, Xiang Dong had absolute confidence in his position that night, and the part he aimed at was the heart.

If it weren't for the fear that Zhang Feiyang would step on the shit luck and have the hope of surviving, he wouldn't even make up for it.

With the strength of these two knives, Xiang Dong was sure that he had used all his strength.

But under such circumstances, Zhang Feiyang is still alive?

The more Xiang Dong thought about it, the more gloomy his face became, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

"Why? He's not a monster, he's just a mortal. Moreover, in the first introductory test, the score was still the first, and the first one was eliminated. Why did you suddenly become so powerful now?"

Thinking of this, Xiang **ran stood up, looked at the door that had been closed for a long time and said nothing, as if he was in a daze.

After a while, as if suddenly realizing something, he couldn't help but feel a chill, shivering all over his body, and a rare trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

But this reaction lasted only a moment, and after a deep breath, it vanished.

After calming down again, Xiang Dong sat back in the chair, took a sip of tea, and let his trembling hands return to stability, only then did he regain his gloom, his eyes shot a fierce light, and he shook his head and whispered: "Impossible." He obviously hadn't even cultivated aura, a hairy boy who wasn't even in the early stage of the Qi refining period, and then he had the talent for cultivation, how could he be self-taught and have already learned the skills of the late stage of the Qi refining period?

That's a high-level supernatural power that I haven't even been able to touch. I must be mistaken. Zhang Feiyang could never have been a monk in the late stage of the Qi refining period. ”

But as he spoke, he frowned again and became embarrassed: "But." Since he didn't have the cultivation in the late stage of the Qi refining period. And why can you survive my two swords and not die?"

After thinking about it like this, an oil lamp snapped and burned out, and the whole room was pitch black.

Xiang Dong was unhurried, stood up, lit another oil lamp, and continued to sit back in the house to drink tea and think about this difficult problem.

It's a pity that he turned it upside down, and he didn't know how many possibilities he considered, but he still couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation.

The oil lamps are getting fewer and fewer, and the sky outside is getting brighter and brighter.

Seeing that he continued to order again, and before he knew it, the sky was about to dawn, Xiang Dong shook his head, sighed, and finally had to give up: "Forget it." If you can't solve it, you can't solve it. Anyway, I just need to know that Zhang Feiyang, this kid, can't be killed by relying on weapons alone. ”

But this did not make him disheartened and disappointed, but it was as if a window had been opened and he had completely woken him up.

Xiang Dong just felt a trace of loss and powerlessness, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he laughed, the murderous intent in his eyes was revealed, and he trembled slightly with excitement: "That's right." How did I forget that place? I'm confused. As long as that method is used, even if Zhang Feiyang's physical strength is so strong that he can really not be afraid of weapons, he will definitely die. ”

A little white light lit up on the eastern horizon, and the earth, shrouded in darkness, gradually revived.

When the white light gradually rose into the air, the soft light was like a white carpet, little by little spread on the ground, and the sky finally dawned.

Because, because he slept soundly yesterday, Zhang Feiyang's sleep quality has been qualitatively improved, and he got up very early.

He was the first to report to Sister Qiao's side, learn to make clothes, the first to go to the river to wash clothes after breakfast, and the first to complete all the work tasks of the day.

By the time he had made a medicinal soup from the medicinal residue that could be used, and then dumped the remaining useless things into the lake, it was still dark.

Zhang Feiyang was in high spirits and took out the broken stones he had collected last night from his arms.

Looking at them again in the sunlight, the stones were a little darker than they had been in the morgue room last night, and they were uncharacteristic.

But Zhang Feiyang doesn't see it that way, he is still full of expectations.

After opening the lid of the furnace and pouring all the broken stones into it, he skillfully lit the stove with a flint and squeezed aside, and waited excitedly for the result.

Perhaps it was the first time the stone was burned, but compared to the usual time when the slag was burned, the things in the furnace seemed a little bigger, and the whole furnace trembled several times stronger, and the sound coming from it was much louder.

"Bang dang...... Bang Dang ......"

It didn't sound like burning stones, more like the sound of something exploding.

But what's even more amazing is not these, but the top lid of the stove.

Zhang Feiyang remembered that when the slag was burned, there would be a trace of hot gas steaming out of the top of the furnace, and when the red cloth strips were fired last time, the heat was even more, densely packed and connected, as if it was a cloud and mist, shrouded in the top of the furnace.

But this time, there was not just a lot of heat on the stove, not only in quantity, but also in the heat, and even the fog had changed strangely.

Originally, it was all white, but after a while, the clouds floating on the top of the stove gradually showed various strange colors.

There are all kinds of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and even, there are a few clouds and mist whose colors are always changing, and they don't stop for a moment.

It wasn't until the furnace completely stopped shaking, the red light on the surface of the stove suddenly disappeared, and the fog above the stove roof returned to normal, no longer colorful, like a beautiful sunset, turned into white clouds on the clear sky, and dissipated piece by piece in the breeze.

Zhang Feiyang, who had never seen such a strange scene, was dumbfounded, stunned, and didn't know how to express the excitement in his heart.

"The heat alone has such a magical change, and the stuff inside must be great. Look what has become. ”

He just instinctively opened the lid of the stove and satisfied all his curiosity and excitement with his actions.

Sure enough, the contents exceeded Zhang Feiyang's expectations.

A pile of something like sand was deposited at the bottom of the stove.

Each of these sand-like things is a solid particle, as big as sand, but it is colored and flowing, as if it were colored sand.

Zhang Feiyang reached out and grabbed a handful, put it in the palm of his hand and felt it carefully.

These sand-like things feel different from sand.

The sand is heavier and firmer, and the sparkling things in the hand are much lighter, as if they have no weight, and feel more like flour, silky as if they are milk, and people can't help but want to bury their fingers in it.

Zhang Feiyang only played with it a little, and then couldn't help but grab another handful of colored powder, put it in his hand, and continued to play.

After two times, seeing the colored powder flowing back into the stove through his fingers, he simply put his hands into the bottom of the stove and began to play with it more freely.

It wasn't until the sun had completely set, the sky was dark, and the five fingers had long been lost in all directions, and a bright moon rose into the air, projecting its shadow in the small lake, that Zhang Feiyang came back to his senses, took out a bag, carefully packed them inside, and then, tied a knot, and started to worry.

He didn't know what these colored powders were for.

At least eat it, that's definitely not going to work.

No matter how amazing this colored powder is, if you eat it indiscriminately, I am afraid that you will be poisoned if you don't die.

Thinking that there was no chance that he would be able to trick the killer into eating these colored powders, all the good moods that Zhang Feiyang had just accumulated from playing with the colored powders evaporated like water vapor in an instant.

"No, I can't. Either way, you have to find a way to use the powder. Otherwise, if I encounter a killer again, I have no way to save my life. However, I don't even know the names of these powders, and it's impossible to inquire about their origins. This thing is supposed to be a good thing, and if you ask about it, it will only make people mistakenly think that I stole it. What to do?"

Zhang Feiyang doesn't have any good way for the time being, but if he goes back like this, he won't make any preparations, and it's not his style.

He grabbed a handful of powder and put it in his hand to observe it, grabbed a small handful and threw it to the center of the lake, and saw that the colored powder spread out in the air, turning into a colored mist, getting bigger and bigger, floating for a while, before slowly falling into the water, but it did not stir up a trace of ripples, as if it was a dragonfly dotting water.

Because, the brows that had been frowning with nervousness and worry finally relaxed, Zhang Feiyang smiled slightly, swelled with a trace of confidence, carefully stored the remaining powder, and pushed the cart back to the mountain gate.

The next day, he got up early as usual, went to Sister Qiao's in the morning to learn to make clothes, and washed clothes by the river in the afternoon.

But when he saw Zhou Zhou Xian bored playing by the river, Zhang Feiyang pretended to ask him a question intentionally or unintentionally: "Senior Brother Zhou." Have you ever seen a powder that glows?"

Zhou Xian was bored, listening to Zhang Feiyang chatting with him, it was still a new topic, so he was naturally full of interest, came over, and asked, "What kind of glowing powder? Do you have such a thing? Show it to me." ”

Zhang Feiyang shook his head, smiled awkwardly, and explained: "No." When I went to take out the garbage yesterday, I saw a senior brother on the road who seemed to be playing with some glowing powder. Do you know what that thing is?"

"Glowing powder?" Zhou Zhou Xian raised his head, dragged his chin with one hand, and put on a serious thinking look, but after a moment of silence, he still shook his head: "No." I've never seen a powder that glows. I've seen glowing stones. Are you looking at it wrong? Actually, it's a glowing stone?"

As soon as he heard that Zhou Zhou Xian instantly hit the area he wanted to know the most, Zhang Feiyang's excited heart beat faster, and he couldn't wait, but there was still no emotion on the surface, and he still remained calm, oh, and said, "Then it should be that I was wrong." Senior Brother Zhou, how can a stone glow? What is that?"