Lan Feng had a smile on his face and walked slowly towards the pile of bushes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As he walked, he skillfully pinched the trick with one hand, and there was a sound in the bushes, as if a sharp knife was cutting back and forth in them, and in the blink of an eye, the whole bushes became severed strips of wood, piled up in a pile.

At this moment, a black ball of thorns rushed out of the pile of waste wood and floated a foot away from Lan Feng.

Lan Feng looked at the bloodstains on the thorn ball and laughed, "It seems that someone has really been fooled." ”

Suddenly, his smile froze, and without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the thorn ball from the air and plunged it into his shoulder.

Blood Gu has moved again.

It didn't take long to see a long red strip of worm, poking its head out of the place where the thorn ball had pierced, slowly crawling onto the thorn ball, and shuttling back and forth in the gap of the thorn ball.

Under Lan Feng's frightened gaze, the red insect once again drilled into the skin pierced by the thorn ball, followed the direction from which it came, returned to Lan Feng's dantian, and lay quietly inside, its slender body floating faintly up and down, it should be breathing.

Lan Feng swallowed his saliva fiercely, until now, he was still very repulsed by the blood Gu in his body, but this feeling was much better than when he started.

At this moment, his divine consciousness all over him sent a signal, and not far ahead, a group of people were laughing and slowly walking towards here.

Lan Feng rolled his eyes and pulled out the thorn ball on his arm, and at this time, he found that the blood stains on the thorn ball had disappeared. The whole thorn ball looked like new, exuding a black sheen.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and an inexplicable faint aura emanated from the dantian, slowly wandering along his meridians, and he suddenly felt refreshed, and the fatigue of rushing all the way was completely dissipated at this moment.

"What's going on......? Blood Gu can also enhance the host's cultivation by absorbing the spiritual power in other people's essence blood?" Lan Feng was touching his chin and thinking, when a group of people suddenly heard the laughter of a group of people in front of him.

"Haha, do you think it's better to retreat or practice in a sect?" was a young man's voice.

"I think it's good to practice in the sect, and you can rest and relax in your room at night, unlike here, where you stay in a dark cave all day long, and you're about to suffocate to death. A woman replied.

"No, I didn't cherish it in the sect before. I've been here for almost a month, and I really regret it!"

"I don't think the same as you, I think, although the conditions here are not good, and the rooms are not as comfortable as the sect's rooms, but they are free! If you are in the sect, at this moment, maybe you are still being reprimanded by the master? Where is there time to wander around?" A young man's voice revealed dissatisfaction, slightly hoarse.

"Listening to you say that, it seems to make some sense!" the neutral voice chimed in.

I heard that this retreat is for the Treasure Hunt Conference in seven years. Let's spend five years in retreat and practice, and what are we going to do in the remaining two years? It must be a competition one by one! Survival of the fittest, everyone understands this principle. When the time comes, if anyone is disqualified from participating in the Treasure Hunting Conference, there will be no shame!" the young man who was the first to speak spoke again.

"That is, when I was in the sect in the past, at night, there would be a special master who would go over to check the room, but now it's different, cultivation is your own business, everyone is separated, and it is impossible for you to know what progress is made by the same disciples. I've also heard that there was a competition before the Treasure Hunting Conference, and the last few would be driven out of the sect, and they would no longer be Chu Yunfeng's disciples!"

"No, it's so serious! Hearing you say that, let's stop wandering around and go back to retreat!"

"Huh, wait! Look, there's a guy in front of you, looking at the outfit, it looks like he's just here today!"

"I remember that everyone was walking together at the beginning, except for a few sick disciples who have not yet come, who will this person be?

"It's boring anyway, so let's have some fun!" said the hoarse voice with a wicked smile.

Lan Feng stood in place, he had already heard the conversation of these people, sneered in his heart, threw the black thorn ball into the storage bag, withdrew his sense, sat on the ground and began to breathe.

Two men and two women walked up to them.

"Ouch, which junior brother is this, why did you only come today, sitting there, could it be that you are lost?Or, you tell me the door number, and the senior brother will take you over?" A strong man with a full face had a hoarse voice, his hands on his hips, and stared at Lan Feng with bad intentions.

Lan Feng, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, slowly raised his head, and looked at the strong man with a confused expression, without saying a word.

"Hey, why does this face look so much like Lan Feng trapped in the Hundred Beast Forest!" The one who spoke was the woman surnamed Yang who had been helping Xie Wenque embarrass him in the previous exam.

He ...... Isn't it dead?" the strong man felt a chill in his back, and the hand that was inserted in his waist suddenly let go, and the majestic expression just now was suppressed by fear in an instant.