Although skill points are extremely precious and important to Wencheng, and they are what he desperately wants now, he can still carry the importance of skill points and life.

No matter how hard it is to find skill points, you can still find them, but there is only one life, and if you are gone, you will be gone. Wencheng is not stupid enough to give up his life for the sake of skill points.

It's just that since this knife has already reached his hand, Wen Cheng will not say anything to refuse, whether it is from the ease of offending Fenghua, or the cold aura that began to pass towards his hand on this knife, he is not allowed to say no.

Wencheng was instantly overjoyed, knelt on the ground, and thanked him: "Villain, thank you for the reward." ”

Feng Hua even looked at the expressions of Yuan Jitong and the others, and laughed out loud, as if to say, every time you think that I will reward him, haha, I like to see you look unexpected.

Yuan Jitong and the others could only laugh awkwardly on the side.

Wan Yan Ting's heart was like being trampled by a grass and mud horse. Whether it is for the reckless behavior of Fenghua or for the shit luck of Wencheng, he just wants to complain about a sentence of numbness. The embarrassing expression that wants to say a chapter, but doesn't dare to do it, is very interesting.

When Feng Hua had laughed enough, he looked at Yuan Jitong with his head tilted up, and ordered: "I have other things to do, and I will leave soon." You have to get rid of it. ”

"Feng Shao, rest assured, the old slave must be properly handled. Yuan Jitong made a promise to seal his fist.

"Good. With that, Feng Hua rode on the white horse again and left in one direction.

Wen Cheng watched Feng Hua leave, until he couldn't see his figure, and exhaled a breath, feeling inexplicably melancholy. In less than a stick of incense, he had really experienced too much, and under the ups and downs of his mood, he began to feel a wave of exhaustion.

At this time, Wen Cheng had the energy to pay attention to the knife in his hand, he actually gave the knife to himself like this? Wen Cheng still felt that what had just happened was a little unreal.

There are a lot of skill points contained in this knife, and they are still flowing into his body until now.

And this knife doesn't look good on the outside, but this knife is really extraordinary. Although the knife is not big, but the weight is not light, Wen Cheng subconsciously weighed it with his hands, according to his estimate, this knife has to be twenty or thirty catties.

The blade is quaint and doesn't look like it was made now.

Several people present looked at each other a few times, and finally Yuan Jitong broke the silence.

"Cen Haiwan, Wan Yan Ting, the two of you go and command them to clean up this place. Wencheng, you come with me. ”

"Yes. After the two vice-presidents made a promise, they went to command the manpower.

After the two left, Yuan Jitong took Wencheng back a few steps and asked softly, "Are you...... Know Feng Shao?"

Wen Cheng saw that the others were still far away from here, and he no longer concealed it, and asked softly, "Master, why do you ask that?"

Without waiting for the master to answer, Wen Cheng suddenly reacted and continued: "The master is talking about the knife?"

Yuan Ji Tongning nodded emphatically.

Wen Cheng looked into the master's eyes and said, "I never knew Feng Shao, this is the first time I've seen it." ”

Yuan Jitong listened, his brows furrowed even tighter, and his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Wen Cheng suddenly thought for a moment and asked, "By the way, master, do you know why Feng Shao gave me the knife?"

This knife is extraordinary, it can hurt the seal, everyone knows that it is a treasure.

"As a teacher, I also want to know why, I thought you knew each other before. Yuan Jitong looked at the sky with a puzzled expression, "Since you don't know each other, then the teacher doesn't know why." ”

Wen Cheng frowned when he heard this, since the master didn't know, it would be difficult for him to figure out this matter. Moreover, why bother to figure it out, anyway, now the knife is in his hands, and he is the one who benefits.

Putting down the question of the knife, Wencheng asked Yuan Jitong again: "Master, what are these things on the ground?" ”

Wen Cheng was referring to the black and red spots on the ground, because he saw that the people and horses of the Tongqian Club were forming groups in two or three, carefully putting these spots into the pitch-black iron boxes. Whenever an iron box is full, the boxes are covered and placed together.

"Remember when I told you that people in the clan are different from us, right?"

Wencheng nodded, I don't remember there, such an important thing.

"The power of the people in the clan is the field, and these things are the remnants of their power. It is extremely poisonous and cannot be left here, so it needs to be packed in a special iron box. It's up to you, the secret envoy, to collect it and dispose of it centrally. I'll tell you what to do with these things when I get back to headquarters. ”

These are the remnants of power? there are black and red, and at a glance you can tell that one of them is sealed, and the other is the black ball, and it seems that there are some differences in their powers.

Suddenly, Wen Cheng thought of a question: "Master, I remember what you said." The power of the people in the clan can be emanated by more than ten zhang, so why don't we feel it when we stand here now?"

"That's because these highly poisonous powers are sealed by the seal, and they will not be poisoned unless they are in direct contact. We just need to collect these things, collect them and dispose of them. ”

The hands of the people who will collect these spots have spread into a circle, surrounding Niujiazhuang, and then starting to collect them inside little by little, striving not to miss a little.

Wencheng also didn't know what would happen if these remnants of power were left out.

Since Fenghuadu has repeatedly asked Yuan Jitong to dispose of these power remnants, if he wants to let them go, the result will definitely not be good.

"Maybe the sealing can only seal the remnants of these powers for a certain amount of time?Once the time passes, the power of these things will burst out again?Only in this way do you need to deal with them with money?" Wen Cheng thought as his thoughts flew away, but these were just his guesses.

"Especially you, be careful not to touch these things. Yuan Jitong did not forget to tell Wencheng.

Biting his lip, Wen Cheng still asked what he thought in his heart: "Master, you said that you used to have a peak predecessor of divine artistic conception, and you insisted on it for a quarter of an hour. Is that a divine conception that can resist this kind of poison for a short time?"

Yuan Jitong was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly said: "It turns out that you are still thinking about martial arts and this kind of poisonous competition. ”

"That's right, the Divine Consciousness Realm Qi can indeed resist a very small amount of this poison slightly. But it doesn't make sense, you know?"

Yuan Jitong paused, organized his language and Wencheng and said, "Let's talk to you like this," squatting down and pointing to a black spot the size of a pea on the ground, "But how much of such a little bit of power can occupy their entire strength? one hundredth or one thousandth?"

After speaking, Yuan Jitong stood up and sighed: "You have the idea of wanting to use martial arts to counter the power of the clan, and I don't blame you for being a teacher." Because when I was young, I also had such thoughts. Even if you try, the teacher will not object, but the teacher still hopes that you can face the reality calmly after trying. Don't waste your good years on this matter, okay? You are more talented than a teacher, and if you can concentrate on martial arts, it is really possible to cultivate the Qianji Coronadian Heliocentric Method to the seventh level and expand my sect. ”

Wen Cheng bowed his head and replied, "Yes, master." ”

Yuan Jitong is obviously very satisfied with Wencheng's sensibility. He waved his hand and said, "You can also go and see how they collect it, this kind of thing is experienced once, even if it is an additional experience, there is only benefit and no harm." ”

Yuan Jitong didn't see Wencheng's eyes move after he turned around, otherwise he wouldn't have the idea of reassuring Wencheng.

The divine will internal qi can slightly resist this kind of poison, and Wen Cheng's mind is now spinning with this thought.

I'm also a god now, which means that I can resist a little now. Moreover, even if I can't resist it, I can still get up and drop with my hand and cut off the place I touch at the first time.

Anyway, with the healing of Changchun Gong, even if you lose a finger, you can grow it back.

If you do it, you can do it when you think of it.

This is the first time Wencheng has come into contact with the power of the scene, and Wencheng is unwilling to miss the opportunity to contact like this.

Wen Cheng quietly slowed down, pretending to drop the copper coin on his waist next to a red spot the size of half a grain of rice. He himself took advantage of the moment to pick up the copper coin, and his fingers lightly touched the red spot.

The other hand holds the kitchen knife, ready to go out at any time.

The fingers were wrapped in internal qi and had just come into contact with the red spots.

Hiss!

Wen Cheng felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, and a black spot appeared on the epidermis of his fingers, as if they had been scorched by an invisible force. The skin was charred black, the flesh was falling apart, the blood was dry and inactive, and these symptoms appeared at the same time, as if there was a force that had sucked the vitality out of Wencheng's fingers, and it was still spreading along the fingers.

The internal qi of the Dry Extreme Coronadian Heliocentric Method was rapidly depleting, frantically resisting this power. Wen Cheng was ruthless in his heart, gritted his teeth and did not let go of the contact, and continued to compete with the red spots to consume.

In the end, after consuming six layers of internal qi, Wencheng finally consumed the red spots. One of his fingers withered and fell off his palm. Fortunately, Changchun Gong's internal qi began to repair, and his lost fingers were growing little by little.

Wen Cheng straightened up and wrapped his palms in his sleeve robe to prevent others from seeing it.

His face was as usual, but his heart was turbulent.

Just half a grain of rice's residual strength cost him six layers of internal qi and a finger.

How much of these residual powers are relative to the total power of the seal?

It is no wonder that from ancient times to the present, all warriors are full of despair against such a force, because the gap is too huge.