Wu Feng followed He Lin to find a few more caves of the seven-step three-headed snake, but unfortunately, he didn't even find the shadow of the two-path four-leaf clover, and seeing that the seven hours were about to pass, the latter's eyes were full of tears.

Patting the girl who turned around and sobbed softly, Wu Feng knew her relationship with Qian Chong, and said with relief: "Go back, maybe someone else has found the herb, and your brother Chong will be waiting for you in the village!"

He Lin turned around and wiped his eyes, his little face was already crying, "Really?"

Wu Feng nodded solemnly, sometimes white lies can bring great comfort to people, "Let's go!"

Hunting Village, in one room.

The black gas on his face became heavier and heavier, Qian Chong was lying on the bed like a gossamer, He Lin had no tears, lying on the head of the bed and watching quietly, but this silence was full of endless sadness. Wu Feng and He Qingsong were also there, and they were also silent standing next to the bed.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and the door was pushed open, Wu Feng and He Qingsong hurriedly put their expectant eyes on a panting figure, but unfortunately, the figure shook his head helplessly.

He Qingsong sighed lightly, waved his hand to let the comer retreat, in order to find the two-way four-leaf clover, he used the hunters of the whole village, but unfortunately, the hunters came back in batches, burying hope little by little, and now, the last ray of hope was ruthlessly dashed, at this time, there was not much left in seven hours.

"Girl, get up, let him go in peace. He Qingsong walked to the head of the bed and tried to help He Lin up, but the latter stiffly blocked his hand.

"Dad, you go out with Wu Feng, let me accompany Brother Chong alone. ”

He Qingsong sighed, He Lin and Qian Chong were childhood sweethearts, and now they are parting from life and death, and he, who is a father, understands his daughter's mood very well at this moment.

Wu Feng pursed his lips, this kind of painful helplessness tasted unpleasant, however, when he was about to leave the room with He Qingsong, he rushed towards He Lin and snatched a dagger that the latter had hidden in his hand.

"Silly girl, you can't find such a short sight!"

Seeing the dagger, He Qingsong was shocked and hugged He Lin, who wanted to take back the dagger.

"Dad, let me go, let me die with Brother Chong!"

He Lin struggled violently, and the sorrow that had been suppressed in his heart completely exploded, tears gushed out, hysterical, all thoughts were burning, and he was in pain.

Wu Feng raised his hand and was a slap.

"Do you think that seeking death will make Qian Chong happy? No, you are wrong, not only will he not be happy, but he will hate you, hate you for not avenging him, hate you for cruelly abandoning your father. You are unrighteous, you are unfilial!"

The angry shout made He Lin come back to his senses slightly, no longer struggled, and spread softly on the ground, He Qingsong looked at his daughter so painful, and his heart seemed to be shot by ten thousand arrows.

The slap just now was really unavoidable, looking at the finger prints on He Lin's face, Wu Feng shook his head helplessly, but the next second he raised his eyebrows. The Soul Sucking Grimoscope can suck people's soul power, isn't that poisonous gas......

"Owner, Miss Lin'er, I may be able to save Qian Chong!"

He Lin suddenly stood up as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and asked extremely urgently, "Really?

Wu Feng nodded, "It's just ......"

He Qingsong hurriedly asked, "Just what?"

"Qian Chong's cultivation will be abolished, and I can't guarantee that it will be successful. Wu Feng replied.

"Then what are you waiting for!" He Lin anxiously urged, if the cultivation is wasted, you can re-practice, there is a glimmer of hope is better than sitting and waiting for someone to die.

Looking at He Lin's anxious and expectant eyes, and seeing He Qingsong's solemn nod, Wu Feng pursed his lips, to be honest, he was not sure at all.

"Go out first, I'll call you if there's something to do." ”

He Qingsong forcibly pulled He Lin, who was reluctant to leave, out, and gently closed the door after saluting Wu Feng respectfully.

Moving his gaze from the door to the bed, Wu Feng immediately walked over.

"Brother Qian Chong, offended!"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Feng turned into a claw with one hand, aiming at the blackened Yin Tang, and the black and red magic light gradually diffused, and when the first wave of soul power was sucked out, Qian Chong's upper body suddenly lifted slightly, and his face was seriously distorted, which was extremely painful.

Wu Feng slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to look directly, his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, as the magic light became thicker and thicker, the soul power continued to fly out from the Yin Hall, and Qian Chong's whole person gradually dried up, the originally smooth skin was wrinkled, and the young man instantly turned into an old man.

"You can really !!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Wu Feng's face was pleasantly surprised, and he could clearly feel that something was sucked out along with his soul power.

The magic light was extinguished, Qian Chong's spasmodic body returned to the bed, although his face was extremely vicissitudes, but the previous black had receded, although his breathing was still weak, but his chest rose and fell very steadily.

Looking at the backhand, the palm of the palm is black, as if it is smeared with a thick layer of pot ash, but it is only a small piece concentrated in the palm of the hand, and it does not spread.

Wu Feng's eyes were overjoyed, although he didn't understand why he was resistant to the poison of the seven-step three-headed snake, but he knew that it must be related to the cultivation of the Demon Sealing and Punishment Divine Skill, which was originally a venomous technique, how could he allow the snake venom to be arrogant and presumptuous?

He Qingsong and the leaders of the hunting village waited anxiously like ants on a hot pot, and He Lin, who had regained his senses, seemed much quieter, standing quietly and praying sincerely.

When the door creaked open from the inside, everyone's hearts instantly rose to their throats, and their nervous gaze fell on a tall figure, until the latter nodded with a smile on his face, and then ecstatic rushed into the room.

"Wu Feng, Brother Chong's face?" He Lin was the first to rush in, and when he saw Qian Chong's black retreat and his breathing was steady, he suddenly cried with joy, but the wrinkles on the latter's face made a pair of pink dailies condense.

"When I rebuild it in the future, I will be able to return to normal. Wu Feng said seriously, this is a very simple truth, the balloon will dry up if the air is pumped out, and it will return to its original state if it is filled again, it is only a matter of time.

He Lin didn't have any doubts, not to mention that Qian Chong couldn't return to his normal appearance, even if she could only maintain her current old appearance, she wouldn't complain a little, smiled gratefully at Wu Feng and lay on the head of the bed, crying with joy while wiping cold sweat for Qian Chong.

He Qingsong took a long breath, and after seeing the charred ground, he couldn't help but look deeply to the side, and he suddenly felt that his eyes that read countless people couldn't see through the tall and handsome young man in front of him.

"Wu Feng, I don't thank you for your kindness. He Qingsong arched his hands and bent his waist.

Hurriedly stopped He Qingsong's gift, Wu Feng pouted and smiled: "The owner of the village has tormented the boy, Uncle Qian Jin saved my friend's life back then, and now I should help!"

"I can't say that, I wrote down this kindness. He Qingsong insisted on finishing the ceremony, and then said, "Can you take a step to speak?" ”

Wu Feng nodded, probably knowing He Qingsong's intentions, and then followed the latter to another room.

The aura of the one-star soul master slowly emanated, and He Qingsong waved his big hand to lay down an enchantment, and this room became an isolated and independent space, and Wu Feng smiled heartily at his carefulness.

"Wu Feng, I know that your previous lies are not malicious, but can you tell the truth?" He Qingsong asked sincerely.

Wu Feng nodded and said his true purpose for going to Luofeng City. Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, similarly, He Qingsong's humanity can also be seen from He Lin's body, so Wu Feng has nothing to scrupulous, and he does need a helper because he is weak.

"Is the head of the blood sect?!" He Qingsong froze, then looked at Wu Feng, and said, "I have heard of the Dong Li you are talking about, he is no longer in charge now, but an elder of the blood master." ”

This news is heavy enough, a year ago, Dong Li was the head of the three-star soul master, and now he has been promoted to an elder, so what is the strength? Wu Feng frowned lightly, and this journey to seek revenge became even more difficult.

"Although I am not a famous family, as long as you open your mouth, it is the City Lord's Mansion, and I, He Qingsong, will also accompany you to break through. Seeing that Wu Feng's face was covered with dark clouds, He Qingsong said solemnly.

This world is located in countless cities, and various forces have sprung up in each city, but there is only one strongest, and that is the City Lord's Mansion, the Lord of a City!

Wu Feng nodded, arched his hand and said: "The resignation seems to be a kid's hypocrisy, it's really a necessary moment, and I hope the owner of the village will pull the kid!"

He Qingsong nodded heavily, but his anger gradually condensed in his eyes, "Black Dragon Gang, I, He Qingsong, am not easy to bully." ”

"Owner, are you going to go now?" He Qingsong said and was about to rush out of the door, Wu Feng hurriedly asked.

"Miaoqiao, a few girls are still in their hands, I'm afraid that I'm going to ......be late," He Qingsong replied in a deep voice.

I couldn't tell the ins and outs of a sentence or two, Wu Feng nodded, "I'm with you." ”

He Qingsong was a little hesitant, he knew that Wu Feng had some means, but cultivation was the biggest shortcoming, but he still nodded after a while.

......

A team of thirty or forty people quickly walked out of the drawbridge, carrying a strong bow, carrying a simple knife, holding a spear, eyes like torches, expressions like iron, or strong as cheetahs, or strong as rhinoceros, at first glance they were all battle-hardened hunting veterans, and the aura that emanated from their bodies was all above the three-star soul warriors.

He Qingsong was really angry and took all the elites of the hunting village out. In this regard, Wu Feng was secretly shocked, in the final analysis, the hunting village was formed by a group of hunters, not a Jianghu sect, but this scale and strength are not weak. As for He Lin, He Qingsong didn't take her with him for two reasons, one is that his vitality is greatly injured after urging the blood arrow, and the other is that Hunting Village needs to keep people to guard it.

Circumnavigating the peaks, stepping through the mud, and through the dense forests, the team finally stopped, and the rocks, flowers, and trees around them became tools of camouflage, and thirty or forty hunters completely melted themselves into the mountains, which was their specialty.

Wu Feng was next to He Qingsong, and his solemn gaze was far away at the camp at the foot of the mountain, but what surprised him was that the buildings were heavy and the walls were high, but there was a sense of desolation, like an empty city that had been abandoned for a long time.

"Why is no one?!"