After Dong Li's thunderous rage, there was a miserable howl, which lasted for more than ten minutes, and when everything was calm, the Li family was stained with blood and corpses all over the body, from the elderly to the nursing children, no one was spared!

Among them is the maid Wu Feng told her, she did something that was both hateful and a little cruel before she died: she dressed up Dong Li and Qin Yun's children as strangers, and then told Dong Li that their children had been taken away by Wu Feng. In the end, Dong Li, who was blinded by hatred, fell to death with his own hands!

"In charge, the overall situation is important!"

Dong Li's face was gloomy, the corpses all over the ground could not eliminate the anger in his heart, if it wasn't for a reminder from the people around him, I was afraid that he would go to the jungle now, find Wu Feng and break it into pieces.

"Bring all the belongings back to the master!" The fierce ideological struggle lasted for more than a dozen breaths, Dong Li turned around and walked out of the Li family, jumped onto the horse, looked in the direction of the jungle with gloomy eyes, and then whipped away, "Wu Feng, when the big thing is understood, our account will be calculated carefully!"

If it weren't for Dong Li, the Li family, which had lost its male son, would have been gradually swallowed up by other families, but it was really cruel to disappear in this way.

The Li family on the rich side has since disappeared from this world, and Wu Feng and everyone know nothing about it.

The power of human beings to transform nature is miraculous, and there are many small yurts made of stones at the bottom of the abyss, and the space inside is not large, and people cannot stand upright, even if they lie down, they can only accommodate two or three people, but they can shelter from the wind and rain.

Under Huang Mang's arrangement, some people entered the waterfall to temper their strength, some people dived into the lake to hunt for food, and some people tinkered with their residences, and then rotated step by step, in short, everything seemed so orderly.

Another month passed, everyone's physique was greatly tempered, and their strength was even more than before, and a few people even rushed into the second step under the waterfall.

This waterfall didn't have much value to Wu Feng anymore, but he wasn't idle, he felt that he was only a thin layer of window paper away from the two-star realm.

Late at night, everyone was asleep, Wu Feng, who was alone in the room, slowly opened his eyes, and after a day's cultivation, he bent down and walked out, and came to the lake to move his muscles and bones, and the bones of his whole body made a slight clicking sound, but there was a trace of loss between his eyebrows, because he still couldn't break through the shackles of the two-star soul warrior.

"The spatial soul power is too weak!"

"Hey, I really shouldn't have killed them on impulse, it's a pity!"

As he spoke, Wu Feng picked up a fish that had been caught, and as the palm of his hand emitted black and red magic light, the fish instantly dried up, like a dried fish that had withstood thousands of years of wind and sun.

The first is the soul sucking magic book, and the second is the knife technique, and the knife method is divided into five stages: Yin Wind, Devil May Cry, Purgatory, Demon Sealing, and Punishing the Gods. For the former, Wu Feng has completely mastered it, but the knife technique is not satisfactory.

"It seems that the power of the sword technique is closely related to my own strength!"

Open the shroud, the black short knife appeared, Wu Feng held the handle with his right hand, and gently brushed the blade with his left hand, which was not sharp at all, in the past month, the iron has not changed in any way, it is still about half a meter.

"Don't worry, I can't treat you badly!"

Wu Feng smiled slightly and rewrapped the cloth.

"I'll call you Blackblade from now on. ”

Under Huang Mang's reminder, Wu Feng forced out the blood in his heart and dripped into the black blade, one person and one knife had already established a subtle connection of consciousness, and the black blade in the shroud immediately emitted a faint hum, it seemed that he liked it very much, and Wu Feng smiled slightly.

Putting away a light smile, Wu Feng looked up, and after a moment, he retracted his gaze, and a familiar chill appeared in his eyes under the sword eyebrows.

"Dong Li, you should be in a hurry!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to look for you!"

Wu Feng turned around and looked back, his soul power followed closely and was about to leave the bottom of the abyss in the next second, without saying goodbye, because the last goodbye almost became a farewell, but the fluctuation of his breath still woke Huang Mang.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, but don't force it, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, that's what you said. ”

Looking at the rough face under the firelight, Wu Feng nodded with a smile, and when a howling wind sounded on the small continent, he jumped back and forth on the cliff like a sharp ape, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Huang Mang raised his head and stared, refusing to withdraw his gaze: "Brother, take care, I'll wait for you to come back!"

......

In order to hurry, Wu Feng hadn't eaten properly for several days, and there was a lack of water, and at this time, the noon sun was shining on him with a little headache.

Licking his dry tongue, Wu Feng felt that his throat was about to smoke, and suddenly, a small black spot appeared at the end of that gaze, and then he was overjoyed.

This is a very small village, there are only a dozen small houses made of mud and thatch, and what makes Wu Feng a little surprised is that there is no figure in sight, and the whole village seems to be shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere.

"Could it be a deserted village?" Jian Mei frowned lightly, and his intuition told Wu Feng that things were not simple, but he was hungry and thirsty and still stepped into the village, however, at this moment, a burst of strength sounded, and more than a dozen strong men broke through the door, holding pitchforks, flat poles, and long sticks, and surrounded him.

"Who is it?" the middle-aged man at the head asked, his eyes looking at Wu Feng full of wariness.

With dark skin and the guy in his hand, Wu Feng knew that this group of people were ordinary poor people, so he immediately stretched out his arms and tried his best to show that there was no hostility, "The kid didn't mean to offend, he just came to beg for a drink!"

"There's no water, go quickly, or don't blame us for being unkind. The middle-aged man boldly moved two steps forward, and the steel fork used to raise grass in his hand was aimed at Wu Feng.

There was no resentment in the past, and there was no enmity in the near future, Wu Feng couldn't understand why this group of people were so indifferent and fierce, could it be that the local folk customs were like this? He pouted helplessly, but the water must be drunk, and then his fists clenched, ready to deter, however, when an old voice came, his clenched fists loosened again.

"Da Zhuang, don't be rude!"

Everyone put away the guy in their hands and saluted respectfully, Wu Feng looked at the old man, his silver hair was coiled, his waist was rickety, and he was holding a simple cane in his hand.

"This little brother, please!"

"Dad, no, in case ......" The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped, and the hostile look in his eyes at Wu Feng was still there.

"What, if the little brother was their person, he would have done it a long time ago, would he still talk nonsense with you?" the old man reprimanded, then smiled slightly, and made a 'please' gesture to Wu Feng, to which Wu Feng also returned the salute with a smile, and followed the old man and everyone into a grass room.

After a few dried fish, Wu Feng took the empty wine bowl and drank it all, and the hot feeling suddenly stretched out every pore in his body.

Looking at Wu Feng's flushed face, the old man smiled slightly, "This is home-brewed wine, no better than the one in the tavern, the little brother will be a little." ”

"Good wine, good wine!" Wu Feng smiled, then poured another bowl and drank it with his head up.

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched a little more, however, when Wu Feng asked a question, his sagging eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Old man, why are all men in your village?"

"Dad, I'll just say he's not a good bird!" The middle-aged man shouted, his rugged big hand suddenly clenched the steel fork, and the hostile gaze of the rest of the people followed closely to lock Wu Feng to death.

Seeing the expressions of the old man and the others, Wu Feng realized that he had asked a question that he didn't seem to be asking, raised his eyebrows, and shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just curious to ask." ”

The atmosphere was a little tense, and after a while, the old man signaled everyone to calm down, and said with a smile: "Little brother, let's leave here when you are full of food and drink, it's not that we are not hospitable, it's just that something will happen in the village these days, and we can't affect you." ”

"What's the matter?" Finally understood why this group of people were shocked, Wu Feng wiped the corners of his mouth and asked lightly, however, before the old man could speak, a rushing shout came from outside the village, and everyone immediately rushed out of the room with joy, and he also followed.

A young man in plain clothes ran all the way into the village, his hands on his knees, and his mouth desperately spitting out air.

"Grandson, what about people?" glanced at the young man, who looked into the distance, and when there was only one path leading to the wilderness in his vision, he fell anxiously on the young man.

At this time, someone had already brought water, and the young man grunted and drank it clean, panting and replied: "The two heroes of Yin and Yang have already agreed, and they will be here early tomorrow morning." ”

The rivers and lakes are a forest, and people are the birds, and when the forest is big, there will be all kinds of birds, among which there is a type of so-called ranger heroes, who take it as their responsibility to help others solve troubles, of course, this is the need to collect money. People like this can be weak, but their names must be loud.

Wu Feng shook his head secretly, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, okay, the two heroes of yin and yang come forward, our lives can be saved!" The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then ordered: "Prepare the wine and meat tonight, and welcome the two heroes tomorrow." ”

"Yes!" everyone said in unison, because hope was ignited in their hearts, and the look on their faces was much lighter.

The old man looked at Wu Feng, who was standing quietly, and said with a smile: "Little brother, slow down, I'll ask someone to prepare some dry food and water for you, and eat and drink on the way." ”

"Old man, it's getting yellow, can you let the kid rest overnight?" Wu Feng Shili said.

"Okay!" the old man hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "Da Zhuang, take this little brother to the empty room to rest." ”

......

When night fell, Wu Feng hastily had dinner and locked himself in the room. At the dinner table, he inquired about the ins and outs of the matter intentionally or unintentionally, but unfortunately he didn't know much, obviously, everyone had scruples about him.

"There are only men, no women, is it that they have been robbed by bandits?"

"What kind of bandit is so blatant?"

"Forget it, why do you want to do so much, you won't know in a few days!"

The dim kerosene lamp swayed back and forth, illuminating the delicate face in a flickering light. Wu Feng sat on the ground, and between waving his arms, a faint aura of soul power slowly spread, and finally formed a circle of protective shields, not to be wary, but not to disturb everyone.

Wu Feng closed his eyes, his breathing gradually entered an extremely calm state, and in the next second, inside the protective shield, the aura of a one-star soul warrior completely dispersed, and when the rich gray erupted, his entire forearm and fist turned into the blue and black color of rocks.

With the same soul skills and the same cultivation, Wu Feng's Earthquake Mountain Fist is much stronger than Huang Mang, this is the advantage brought by the physique!