The mountains are far away, and the fog is thick.

Between the mountain passes, the mist is shrouded and the sea is thick. The wounded white fox did not flee for survival, she waited beside the corpse of her kindred in mourning, waiting to fend for herself.

The white shadow fell, and the little fox in front of him was very pitiful in the snow, but it was fleeting. In the vast world, this kind of thing happens all the time, and when she sees a lot, she gets used to it, and the kindness in her heart will no longer give at will.

"Little one, seeing that your fight has delayed me a lot of time today, it is better to go back with me to make a good meal, and save yourself from being plundered by other wild creatures here. Squatting down in the snow, he pinched the neck hair of the white fox with two Qianqian jade fingers and gently hung it in the air.

The grief-stricken fox Jing'er did not make any resistance and struggle, and she was an ordinary little white fox who lost Neidan, and she was a lamb to be slaughtered in this Wanyuan Mountain.

Zhou Feng lay leisurely in the room, happy that he was constantly strong. Dominating the world and dominating the world is a realm that every cultivator wants to achieve, and Zhou Fengzi is no exception.

Call!

The white light flashed into the wooden house, and the white fox in his hand was thrown to the ground in the snow, and smiled at Zhou Feng, who was leisurely and complacent with Erlang's legs: "Little madman, I was unlucky today, I didn't catch a spiritual object for you, but I picked up a fox on the way, and you picked it up and made it delicious." ”

Zhou Feng sat up, glanced at the white fox curled up on the ground with his eyes closed, and pouted: "Brother Pig, this fox is not as big as a rabbit, I'm afraid it won't be enough for the two of us to fill our stomachs." ”

Lying on the ground waiting for death, Hu Qin'er heard a familiar voice, and her heart was shocked, and she hurriedly opened her eyes and looked at the man beside the bed, confirming her judgment.

A shabby blue robe, delicate short hair, a delicate face, and a figure that is not too tall.

Everything is so familiar, it's him!

The fox Jing'er, who had renewed hope, had tears in her eyes again, mixed with joy and sorrow. She limped to Zhou Feng's leg and looked up, her dark eyes full of longing, hoping that the man in front of her would recognize her.

The sudden change made Xue Zhongzhu puzzled, why this fox was so excited to see Zhou Feng, it was very different from its demeanor just now.

Similarly, Zhou Feng also wondered, if the animals that were usually to be slaughtered would tremble when they saw him, and even scream and struggle. But the fox had a sense of intimacy with itself, and its eyes showed fiery affection, pity and pleading, and fervent expectation.

"Brother Pig, how do I feel that this white fox is weird, how did you catch it?" Zhou Feng bent down and stroked the white fox's neck hair, squinting at the snow.

"To tell you the truth, this is a fox demon who was robbed of Neidan, and I picked it up easily. Xue Zhongzhu could feel that this white fox had a certain relationship with Zhou Feng, so he told the truth.

"Demon Fox!"

Zhou Feng suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly squatted down, looked at the white fox and hurriedly asked, "Are you a fox Qin'er?"

The white fox understood Zhou Feng's words, nodded his head vigorously, and his fiery gaze became even more intense.

"How can this be? Who took Nedan from you, and I'll help you get it back. Zhou Feng picked up the fox Qi'er's mouth, his mood was complicated, and he felt more pity for this demon friend.

"Its Inner Dan was taken away by an old man in black, it should be a cultivator on Yuling Peak, this person's cultivation is superb, if you take the Inner Dan in his hands, I don't think it will be so easy. Xue Zhongchai's words were obvious, thinking that Zhou Feng was not the old man's opponent.

At this time, the white fox looked at Zhou Feng and let out a low wail, as if to prevent Zhou Feng from taking risks for himself.

"Could it be Emperor Xiu? How could he come to Wanyuan Mountain in person, it can't be to kill a few demon clans, right?" Zhou Feng muttered to himself, lost in thought.

"Look at the old man's clothes, he should be a black-clothed cultivator, not like a cultivator, but his cultivation is indeed profound, and he should be close to a god. Xue Zhong dispelled Zhou Feng's suspicions, but still hinted that Zhou Feng should not risk his life for the sake of a fox demon.

"Fox Jing'er is my friend, she is a kind little girl, and now that she has become like this, how can I watch it. "Zhou Feng has always attached great importance to righteousness, and he stuck a knife in his friend's ribs, and he did not hesitate.

Fox Jing'er looked at Zhou Feng affectionately and shook her head and whispered, she was also grateful and dissuaded, she didn't want anyone to die for her.

"If you are too angry, you will be killed sooner or later. Xue Zhongchai sighed.

Zhou Feng was dull for a moment, and then said, "Brother Pig, is there any other way to restore Hu Jing'er's cultivation?"

"I haven't encountered this situation before, but you can try to use the inner dan of other spirit beasts or demon beasts to make the white fox subdue. But Nedan's cultivation must be lower than that of the white fox, otherwise she will explode and die. Xue Zhong gradually understood Zhou Feng's mood, and also knew that Zhou Feng's personality was a person, if he didn't give him an answer, he would definitely look for the old man in black.

Although the answer given by Xue Zhongzhu is not very certain, there is a certain truth, Zhou Feng stroked the neck of the white fox, and gently comforted: "Fox Qin'er, this will be your home in the future, don't be sad and sad, I will take good care of you." ”

The white fox's eyes lit up and nodded excitedly.

"Brother Pig, Fox Jing'er has a leg injury, do you have a fast-acting elixir?" Zhou Feng looked at Xue Zhongchai with a pleading gaze, often troublesome people, and he was really a little unhappy in his heart.

"Alas, for the sake of my brother, I can only pay a few more. Seeing Zhou Feng's pitiful appearance, Xue Zhongzhu sighed and chuckled.

Xue Zhongzhi took out an elixir for the white fox to take, turned around and walked to his wooden bed, and began to meditate ignoring the world again.

Zhou Feng picked up the white fox and put it on his bed, and said with a slight smile: "You are here to recuperate, with that handsome guy here, the injury will get better soon." I'm going out to find Naidan for you now, but don't run around. ”

Fox Jing'er raised her head, her eyes full of reluctance.

Zhou Feng didn't say anything more, turned around and strode out the door.

It was dusk, the red sun was setting in the west, and the sky was full of glow.

With a tap of his feet, a blue shadow disappeared in the vast dense forest.

Zhou Feng flew quickly from tree to tree like a nimble ape. He had searched the two mountains, but he still didn't find the shadow of the spirit beast. Due to the wanton hunting and killing of cultivators in Wanyuan Mountain, there were fewer and fewer spirit beasts, and some of them quietly hid and did not come out easily, making it extremely difficult to find valuable spirit beasts.

When night fell, the whole world was covered with a layer of pitch-black curtain, which made no difference to Zhou Feng, except that there was a lack of sunlight and more stars, and everything was still so clear.

For the sake of Hu Jing'er, Zhou Feng continued to shuttle through the mountain peaks and dense forests to search, during which he thought of those spirit deer, but he was kind-hearted and did not have the ruthlessness to do it.

"Roaring ......"

In the silence of the night, this roar is very pleasant, and can be heard from far away. To be able to make such a loud cry is to conclude that this creature must be a difficult lord to mess with.

How could Zhou Feng, who had gained nothing, let go of this opportunity, even if his inner Dan Fox Qi'er could not use it, he could replenish his spiritual energy.

Zhou Feng, who was getting stronger and stronger, was no longer afraid of fierce beasts, and his confidence came from strength, and he followed the sound and flew quickly past.

A wide land, with no trees on the hills, and all green barren meadows, which the evening breeze blows and undulates like waves.

In the grass, a behemoth bowed its head and nibbled on the tender green grass, like a moving hill.

This thing is thirty meters tall and about fifty meters long, with black hair as thick as an arm, and thick limbs like pillars in the sky.

The behemoth looked like a cow, with a pair of pitch-black horns on the top of its head, and a circle of threads on the surface, and a black halo flowing. A pair of lanterns the size of a water tank flickered red, illuminating the grass in front of it red. Its nostrils were like large black holes, and through the red mang, there were thick white gases coming out. The huge mouth pressed against the ground and swept the grass through, leaving a bare patch. Fortunately, the climate of Wanyuan Mountain is like spring all year round, and the weeds will grow tall again in a few days, otherwise this behemoth will have no food to eat.

In the night, the dark shadow flickered, and Zhou Feng followed the sound and soon came to a hill near the behemoth. The weeds were dense, revealing only one of Zhou Feng's heads, effectively concealing his figure.

The huge figure that moved surprised Zhou Feng, he didn't expect this thing to be so huge, and his heart began to retreat.

At this moment, a golden light flew through the sky, like a meteor in the night.

The golden streamer did not rush close to the huge bull monster, but landed under the hill where Zhou Feng was.

Zhou Feng squatted down, picked up the green grass, and secretly inspected the place where the golden light fell.

I saw a tall old man in black standing in the grass under the hill, with silver beard and silver hair, a ruddy face, and full of momentum, and he knew at a glance that he was a good person.

Black, golden light, old man, Zhou Feng suddenly thought of chasing the day in the snow, could it be that he was the old man who took away the fox and the inner dan. Zhou Feng carefully confirmed again that the black robe was indeed a cultivator's robe on Yuling Peak, and his appearance seemed to have been seen on Yuling Peak, so it must be him. Haha, it's just that there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, just looking for you to get back the Nedan of the fox Qin'er.

Thinking about it, Zhou Feng didn't act immediately, he could also feel the strength of this old man, and if there was a mistake in his life, he would explain it here.

This old man must also be here for the Nedan of this bull monster, it's better to wait first, and then make a move when he and the bull monster fight to the death, although it is not authentic, it is not a gentleman's doing, but no one sees this black light, and there is no shame. Zhou Feng made up his mind, so he lurked in the grass, waiting for an opportunity.

The black-clothed old man who came was none other than Su Yi, the black-clothed cultivator on Yuling Peak.

During the day, Su Yi killed three demon clans with the power of one person, and he was also a little afraid in his heart, but since the matter has been done, there is nothing to regret, and he must come after all. He and his disciples came to the depths of Wanyuan Mountain, in addition to looking for the wanderer who had escaped from the hinterland, and also planned to take advantage of this time to obtain some more elixirs.

Today's Yuling Peak is not what it used to be, it is dilapidated and poor. Most of the cultivators died, and those who fled, and there was not much left. There are few disciples who can go out to catch spirit beasts, and the materials for refining pills are in short supply, and they are about to stop. There is no way, this cultivator's arm, the great power among the cultivators, has to do it himself.