Chapter Eighty-Three: Plan Change and Shi Jian's Arrival!

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and a woman in white suddenly appeared in front of Qiusheng Wencai and the others.

"Wow, it's a pity to die so beautiful!"

Seeing Xiaoyu appear, Qiusheng was not frightened, but looked regretful.

"This is a ghost, let's run!"

Xiaoli is a resentful ghost, but she knows the horror of the ghost, so she hurriedly grabbed Qiusheng Wencai and rushed towards the outside of the dense forest.

"Let them learn a lesson!"

The almost exposure of the blood spring made Feng Wanli feel slightly frightened, and directly asked Xiaoyu to scare the three of them away.

"Yes!

Xiao Yu nodded slightly, her body turned into a white man, and flew towards the three of them, Xiao Li, the strongest of the three, was only the seventh-layer strength of Qi training, where could she outrun Xiao Yu, who had the strength of the foundation building period.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Xiao Yu's sleeves were lifted slightly, and several stones mixed with yin power turned into black mangs and fell on the three of them, and the huge force shook the three of them away.

"Ouch!

The three of them were in pain, they all clutched their stomachs and let out a terrible scream, supported each other, and fled in the direction of the town.

Because of the order of the wind, Xiaoyu did not continue to chase.

Looking at the three people who were swaying and fleeing, Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking: "It's daytime, Xiaoli is just practicing the strength of the seventh-layer unjust soul, why can she walk in the daytime!"

Xiao Yu smiled slightly and replied: "The fog here is thick, and the sun can't shine at all, so she can reveal her ghost body!"

"I see!"

Feng Wanli touched his chin, looked deeply at the wooden house where Qing Nan lived, and said, "You don't have to search for ghosts tonight!"

Although Qiusheng Wencai did not see Feng Wanli enter the mass grave this time, after all, he was seen by Xiaoli, and Feng Wanli could not leave Yizhuang at will in the next few nights.

It was already afternoon when he returned to Yizhuang, and Feng Wanli carried two swords purchased along the way, pushed the door in.

"Senior Brother Feng!"

As soon as he entered the door, Feng Wanli saw Qiusheng Wencai and the others walking over quickly, and the two stared at him suspiciously:

"Where have you been today?"

"Did you go to the mass grave?"

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, and he directly took out the two iron swords and steel knives behind his back, and explained: "I went to the blacksmith shop to fight knives, and Senior Brother Qiusheng didn't teach me Tengjiao Gong, so I wanted to buy some iron tools to try." ”

"Huh!"

Qiusheng, who originally wanted to continue the torture, suddenly felt weak in his heart, after all, he had just a few pennies of cocoa and deceived people with a gold nugget.

Feng Wanli asked rhetorically, "Two senior brothers, is there anything else?"

Wen Cai was stunned, and replied directly: "I heard that you went... ”

Qiusheng pinched Wen hard, and then touched his nose in embarrassment: "I care about you, junior brother, we just met a ghost, are you afraid that something will happen to you?" ”

"Thank you, brother, for your concern!

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, touched the iron on his back, and walked directly into the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, he met Uncle Jiu head-on: "Wanli, Qiusheng They just said that they met a terrible ghost in the mass grave in the north of the city!"

"I'm fine!" Feng Wanli looked at Uncle Jiu, his heart trembled, and he still doubted himself, and then replied: "Thank you Uncle Shi for your concern!"

Uncle Nine nodded slightly: "There are a lot of ghosts in the town now, you don't go out and walk around, and practice more in Yizhuang, although you are extremely talented, don't waste it." ”

Hearing this, Feng Wanli lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Thank you Uncle Shi for admonishing, I know!"

Sure enough, Qiusheng and Wencai told Uncle Jiu that they had entered the mass grave and that there were powerful ghosts in the mass grave.

Maybe Uncle Nine didn't think too much, but Feng Wanli didn't dare to take risks, it was really that the pen immortal mark on his neck was too bad, and he really didn't want to make the slightest mistake.

If you want to take the risk, you must deal with Shi Jian by yourself and obtain the Lightning Rush Thunder Fist.

Next, during the period of waiting for the ninth uncle and the other senior brothers, Feng Wanli no longer went out at night, sitting cross-legged, recovering the spiritual power in his body, and constantly refining talismans during the day.

For more than ten days, Feng Wanli was boring and repeated the reincarnation of recovering spiritual power and refining talismans, if you really count it, this is really the longest period of time that Feng Wanli has been cultivating hard.

On the other hand, Teng Jiaogong's cultivation Feng Wanli did not pull down, and all the exercises and spells that had just been obtained, Feng Wanli would take the time to familiarize himself with them as soon as possible, in order to give full play to the maximum power of the exercises and spells.

The grade of Teng Jiao Gong is not low, and it is even higher than that of the five birds, Feng Wanli spent 30 points of life energy to raise Teng Jiao Gong to the third layer, and then did not continue to improve.

One is that it costs 50 HP to continue to improve, and there are just 300 HP left on the body.

The second is that the Tengjiao Gong of the third layer is enough to deal with some low-level ghost zombies of Qi training, and there is no qualitative change if you upgrade one level, and you can't deal with ghosts with mid-level strength of Qi training, which is of little significance.

In the evening of this day, Feng Wanli suddenly found that Uncle Nine was dressed in Taoist robes, made tea, and scattered Taoist priests walked towards the hall.

"Shi Jian is coming!"

Seeing this scene, Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he slowly walked behind Uncle Jiu, quietly waiting for Shi Jian's arrival.

"Senior brothers, now that all the ghosts have run out, if you don't catch them, they will be haunted everywhere, and it will be troublesome at that time."

Speaking of this, Uncle Nine paused for a moment: "But to catch so many ghosts, I can do it alone." ”

A long-bearded old man next to his right hand said, "Senior brother, this matter will still be decided when Senior Brother Shi Jian comes." ”

Qiusheng looked puzzled, and couldn't help but say: "So many people are waiting for him, how old is he." ”

Huobao Wencai was also stunned and echoed: "Yes, how old is he?"

Uncle Jiu's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he scolded in a low voice: "No big or small, my senior brother is your uncle." ”

"Uncle Master!"

Before Uncle Jiu's words fell, a thin Taoist priest walked in the distance, followed by a young man who was scattered, and the young man revealed a trace of evil intent all over his body.

"Senior brother!" Seeing the comer, Uncle Nine hurriedly saluted.

"Huh?"

Shi Jian glanced at Uncle Jiu, his face was unruly, he directly strode to the upper seat, sat down, and asked directly: "Who made this matter!"

Uncle Nine turned around and pointed to Qiusheng Wencai on the left side of Feng Wanli: "It's my two unsuccessful apprentices, Wencai Qiusheng!"

Hearing this, Shi Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, and squinted at Uncle Jiu: "What do you mean by not being successful?"

Before Uncle Jiu could explain, Shi Shaojian behind him sneered: "The master is stupid or stupid, or stupid is not an idiot!"