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There is a huge fountain on the square of Wanhe Building, which is a famous sight in this area. There was a slight gap between the fountain and the ground, and after Situ Qiang fell into the pool, he was dozens of centimeters away from the poisonous fog.

"Mr. Chen?" After Situ Qiang fell into the pool, he showed half of his head and looked at the position just now.

I saw that a man was looking up at the black fog in the sky, like a god of war standing up to the sky, without a trace of fear.

"Danger, Mr. Chen!" Situ Qiang hurriedly shouted. Although he understands that Chen Feng's strength is profound, this poisonous fog is not trivial at first glance, whether Chen Feng can resist the impact of the poisonous fog, Situ Qiang has no bottom in his heart.

Chen Feng ignored Situ Qiang's shouting, just quietly looked at the poisonous mist in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.

The poisonous mist was completely suppressed, and the next moment, the boundless poisonous mist was about to submerge Chen Feng's head.

At this moment, Chen Feng's hand slapped on his waist, and suddenly, a yellow brocade bag flew out from his waist.

"Brush-" The mouth of the bag suddenly opened automatically, as if it was a wide open mouth.

"What is this?" Seeing this brocade bag, Situ Qiang always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. However, Situ Qiang didn't have time to think about this at this time, and what happened next on the yellow brocade bag made him dumbfounded.

I saw that the same object flew out of the brocade bag and landed on the ground and piled it up.

Herbs, clothing, household items, wallets, ...... There's even a domineering sniper rifle - the King of Snipers.

"Could it be that this is the legendary storage bag?" Situ Qiang opened his mouth, and his brain couldn't react.

After a while, nothing flew out of the mouth of the yellow brocade bag, it just opened the mouth of the bag, quietly suspended in front of Chen Feng, like a little monster that could swallow heaven and earth.

"With-" Chen Feng suddenly clicked, his fingers sliding, and quickly drew a rune on the storage bag. With the appearance of the rune, the storage bag suddenly moved.

"Hum-" The storage bag trembled in mid-air, and a huge suction force suddenly appeared.

"Whew-" The boundless poisonous mist above his head was suddenly attracted by the suction of the storage bag, turning into a black tornado, which was collected by the storage bag.

The tornado grew bigger and bigger, gradually becoming arm-thick, and then slowly evolving into thigh-thick...... In just a few moments, the tornado formed by the black fog was already several meters in diameter. This huge black fog tornado still violently drilled into the storage bag, as if, this storage bag is like a hungry wolf that will never be able to eat, and the black fog above the head is a group of sheep to be slaughtered, wolves into the flock, gobbling up.

After a while, Situ Qiang suddenly found that the "dark clouds" in the sky had risen a few meters.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chen is really a god, and in just a while, he has achieved some results!" Situ Qiang stroked his palm and smiled, his face full of anticipation.

Here, Chen Feng was also relieved. Originally, I had the mentality of trying it out, but I didn't expect that using a storage bag to collect these poisonous mist would really work wonders. It's a pity that this storage bag is not specially designed to store poisons after all, and after this battle, it will definitely be corroded by the poisonous mist and can no longer be used.

"In that case, let's let you explode completely. Chen Feng drew another rune on the other side of the storage bag with another finger.

Suddenly, the suction of the storage bag became more violent, and the tornado was a lot thicker.

Although there is only a small cubic space inside the storage bag, it does not mean that it cannot contain the black fog in the sky. Don't look at the thick black fog in the sky, but if you really want to compress it, it is estimated that it will be a basin.

Sure enough, as the boundless black fog became less and less, the sunlight in the sky gradually projected down. Finally, the storage bag absorbed the last wisps of black mist in the sky, and then, slowly, the original golden appearance of the storage bag gradually dimmed.

Chen Feng knew that this was because the storage bag was eroded by the poisonous gas inside the bag, and gradually lost its spirituality, and after a few years, the storage bag would turn into an ordinary brocade bag, except for the different materials, the other parts were the same as ordinary brocade bags.

"Damn, even at the cost of a storage bag, to save these irrelevant mortals. Yao Wentao said, his eyes full of anger: "Now, return my Tianyin miasma." ”

Chen Feng shook the storage bag in his hand and said with a smile: "How can such an evil thing be returned to you? I will destroy him today, so as not to harm others in the future." ”

With that, a fiery red flame suddenly erupted from the tips of Chen Feng's fingers. As soon as the flames appeared, they quickly crawled all over the storage bags.

Under the smell of fish, the storage pouch burned brightly, and burned along with the miasma inside.

Chen Feng's movements were extremely fast, and the incident happened suddenly, Yao Wentao didn't react at all. The power of the earth's spiritual fire was extremely powerful, and by the time Yao Wentao pounced in front of Chen Feng, the entire storage bag had already turned into a pile of ashes.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you!" Yao Wentao finally got angry. This heavenly miasma is a very powerful miasma, ordinary people will die if they touch it, even if a cultivator in the foundation building period dares to smell it, it will greatly reduce its strength and let others slaughter it. However, although the Heavenly Yin Miasma can only be seen from time to time in the cultivation realm, it is extremely rare in this secular realm. It can be seen how precious the miasma is this day, but at this moment, it was burned by Chen Feng, how could Yao Wentao not be angry?

"Suffer death!" Yao Wentao waved the black short sword in his hand and rushed over.

Chen Feng's heart moved: "This Yao Wentao is finally crazy." ”

Crazy enemies are the most terrifying, but they're also the easiest to deal with. On the one hand, crazy people will work hard, and the most fearful thing about fighting alone is desperate. However, when a person is crazy, he will not be able to think calmly, which will lead to the defeat of the battle. At this moment, Chen Feng wants this effect.

"Ling Bo microstep!" Chen Feng stepped lightly, his body like a butterfly wearing flowers, shuttling by Yao Wentao's side.

Yao Wentao kept swinging the black short sword in his hand, a set of swordsmanship, but he couldn't touch the corner of Chen Feng's clothes at all.

In this way, Yao Wentao's newly restored little calmness was ignited again, and boundless anger gushed out.

"Die, Poison Dragon Drill!" Yao Wenjie's short sword suddenly spun violently, like a high-speed electric drill, infinitely powerful. Having lost his mind, he actually played a wide open and closed style.

"Hmph, it's not certain who will die!" Chen Feng snorted coldly, and the Qiushui Sword in his hand jumped violently, and with each beat, Chen Feng's momentum increased by a bit.

Qiushui Sword jumped seven times in a short period of time, and at this moment, Chen Feng's hand finally moved.

"Big Dipper, Seven Stars!"