Wenwen's heart tightened, the six gods had no master, and said with a crying voice: "Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't have killed anyone." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info me, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to teach ......"

"Shut up!" Xing Lao snorted: "It has nothing to do with me whether you kill or not! What you think in your heart has nothing to do with me! However, you have succeeded me in the mantle, and the performance of my magic weapon is so clumsy, it is really an insult to my reputation. But if you call me Master, I can't ignore it. From this day on, I will teach you the art of killing, and in ten days you will bring me back the head of a witch, or you will never come and see it again......"

"Yes, yes. Wenwen's face turned pale, knowing that Xing Lao was really angry.

"Murder?" Just thinking of this word, Wenwen felt cold all over, and the feeling of stabbing the big man to death was still vivid.

"Practice, do you have to compete with others?" Wenwen bit her lip tightly, and even wanted to give up in an instant. However, the thought was fleeting.

Wenwen felt the pain of being bullied by her mother for her life. The anger, but the pain that I can't resist!

remembered Qin Feng's appearance like an immortal descending to be worshiped by everyone.

Thinking of his star inheritance, he ruthlessly cleaned up those evil neighbors who dared to bully his mother, and they looked surprised and frightened......

Wenwen unconsciously clenched her fists fiercely, but in an instant, she was much more mature.

"Then I'll go find a bad guy and cut off his head and give it to Xing Lao. It's a big deal, I'll make up for it by doing more good things later. Wenwen thought innocently. I wonder if it will be ridiculous to think back on these thoughts many years later?

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As night fell, Qin Feng finally arrived at the market indicated on the map.

A soft aura shrouded this city with a radius of hundreds of miles, as bright as day. I heard that this city was controlled by a wild clan, and no one dared to make trouble again.

Following the customs, Qin Feng descended from the sky and wanted to enter through the city gate. Although the sky was full of stars, the air was unusually cold. In front of the city gate, there are still dozens of witches who returned late to line up to enter, either carrying prey or carrying weapons, plus simple velvet clothes made of animal skins, all showing the fierceness and bloodiness of the witch clan!

Seeing Qin Feng coming, seeing that he was dressed and knowing that he was a sorcerer, all the sorcerers lowered their heads to give way, and their expressions did not hide their admiration and yearning eyes. The strong are always respected everywhere, even in foreign lands.

Standing next to the carved city gate were four somewhat lazy witches, but they saw Qin Feng coming. The soul power probed at will, but he couldn't see the depth. Suddenly his color changed, this must be a sorcerer! Immediately stood up straight, bowed and said, "Elder!"

Qin Feng nodded casually: "Hmm!" looked a little rude and a little arrogant.

But in the eyes of the four people, it is very normal, this is the posture of a master.

The first person asked cautiously, lest he be angry, after all, these masters are a little obedient. "Senior, are you going to the city?"

Qin Feng nodded: "Yes." Then he took out a dark gold nameplate engraved with a fire character. This was found from Yan Bo, the patriarch of the Lihuo Clan, and I heard Shushui say that this thing is very convenient to use in the place where the Wu Clan is powerful.

Sure enough, the faces of the four witches changed suddenly, and they looked at Qin Feng again, their eyes were already full of worship: "Witch, Witch God Order!" This is a token that can only be obtained by the elite of the witches and the cultivators who have made great contributions to the witch clan. For many shamans, this is a glory that is more important than life!

The four of them hurriedly got out of the way and said reverently: "Senior, forgive me for being rude." Come in. ”

Qin Feng answered, not daring to say more for fear of being exposed, so he stepped into the city with a muffled voice. I didn't expect this dark gold token to be so easy to use. Thinking of this, I simply slung it around my waist.

"May the heroic spirit of the Witch Ancestor be with you!" The four witches did not dare to slack off, and bowed their heads in respect, and only dared to raise their heads for a long time. At this moment, Qin Feng's figure had long since disappeared.

A witch disciple was envious: "Hey, when can I have a witch god order! ”

The companion sneered: "It's just you, forget it." You don't look at the elder just now, but what about the Wizard Realm!" although he was sneering, his expression was full of longing.

The goalkeeper urged: "Alright, alright." Hurry up, it's almost time for the shift, don't ink it. "I felt irritable in my heart. I'm tired of these colleagues boasting about boring trifles all day long, imagining passing beauties, and being angry with high-ranking wizards who come and go. Unconsciously clenched the curse sword at his waist tightly, making a gurgling sound.

"For the glory of my ancestors! Maybe it's time for me to get out of here. Even if the road ahead is death, at least I won't regret it when I'm dying!"

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The city of the Witch at night is not as subject to a curfew as the city of Middle-earth, perhaps because it is a stronghold of the Witch Clan. Many shops are still open, but no one is shouting.

The trees on both sides of the road are decorated with silver nameplates, and the soft light like moonlight shines out on the bluestone-paved road. The light is reflected, as if walking on the Milky Way.

Rao is Qin Feng, and he also stops and watches from time to time. I didn't expect this witch clan, who was despised by the monks and called a barbarian, to have such artistic attainments.

Blessing charms, fierce Gu worms, spell tools and forges, and disgusting potions. Qin Feng went in one by one with a strong curiosity to ask, after all, he had a large number of Wu Clan treasures on his body, if he didn't familiarize himself with it a little bit, he would take it to the auction house to auction later, wouldn't he suffer a big loss?

Although Qin Feng only looked at it and didn't buy it, there was a faint hint of advanced cultivation, as well as the dark gold nameplate on his waist. All of them made the guides waiting in the store very enthusiastic. In the face of Qin Feng's even some idiotic questions, although he was a little puzzled, he still patiently explained patiently until he left.

Qin Feng naturally also used the spirit stones he took out as a reward from time to time, which made these guides smile. After all, these peripheral shops are all open to low-level wizards. Wizards with status who need anything go to auction houses and core locations to buy. Where can I get a tip?

Qin Feng naturally didn't know that the few spirit stones he gave casually were worth more than a year's worth of money. But I just knew it, and I just laughed it off.

This is the way things are in the world, coveting comfort is mostly to be disturbed by poverty, and although the courage to die can achieve a chance, there is a worry about life. The wise man is happy with the mountain, and the benevolent person is happy with the water. Between gains and losses, it is all up to the individual.

Before you know it, the sun is already rising. The streets are bustling with people, and the witches are already early in the morning, and they have to rush for a busy day, repeating the tedium of life day after day.

No matter how many people there were, Qin Feng didn't feel crowded at all, because he didn't dare to get within three meters of Qin Feng. It's not because Qin Feng cast a spell, but because of the iron law of Wucheng, the strong are respected!

"Elder, walk slowly, walk slowly......" Qin Feng had already walked ten meters away, and an old man in front of the shop was still smiling. I don't know which young man is the young master of the witch clan, he spent a lot of money, and even took out 50,000 spirit stones to create a spell gold forelimb for one of his spirit beasts, a pair of wind demons with thin feet, and a pair of dark gold spirit armor.

Qin Feng didn't reply: "Remember, I'm going to get it in three days." With that, he disappeared around the corner and walked towards the auction......

The auction house is located in the middle of the Witch City, a square miles long and nothing but a masked rotunda and a decorated remains.

This auction house is decent. This is the remains, but it is a little terrifying, it is actually a red dragon hundreds of meters long, bound by chains on an iron pillar. The flesh has long been dried by the secret method, and it is tightly attached to the skeleton. This is definitely a primordial infant-level demon beast!

Looking at the scars all over Jiaolong's body, Qin Feng could even imagine how fierce that battle was. Listening to these people of the witch clan, this is a witch leader a hundred years ago, who wanted to refine a divine medicine, and happened to lack a demon beast Neidan as a medicine guide, and this giant Jiao, which was almost a dragon, was killed by it.

And this witch head seems to have a lot of connections with the city lord, so he gave his remains away. Now it has become a scene in this witch city, and it is even more deterrent to some small people.

After looking at it for a long time, Qin Feng withdrew his gaze and sighed with palpitations. Walked into the auction house like a passing wizard.

Just as the triennial auction house is about to be held, there are dozens of people lined up outside the doors of several appraisers. Each shaman disguises his or her face with secret techniques or masks. It was as if they were carrying a peerless treasure, but most of the sorcerers who came out of the door were depressed. It's just a broom for itself.

Wizards above the realm of witches are naturally treated by special people.

Wait for Qin Fengfang to step into the door. The well-trained waiter had already watched, and saw a dark gold nameplate hanging from his waist.