The announcement of the reward of the Seven Star Sect dispersed unhappily after Lan Feng was sucked in by the whirlpool, and Situ Jin, who was seriously injured, was taken back to the secret room in the castle by the Seven Star Coffin, and began a hundred-year retreat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But after this incident, the image of a madman is deeply ingrained in the minds of many monks, and even if it is said again hundreds of years later, it will make people smell and change their colors.

Mortal, Xuanzhao, Zhuji, Jindan, Yuan Baby, Infant Change.

Ordinary monks may not be able to break through a realm after a hundred years of cultivation, but in the body of that crazy old man, it only took less than a stick of incense, maybe it could be faster, but he was just unwilling.

What does this characteristic indicate? He is a genius? Cultivation appears out of thin air? No, there is no such thing as a person who defends the heavens in the world, and it can only explain one problem, that person's cultivation has far surpassed the infantile transformation stage, so he can hide his cultivation in front of many masters and turn into an ordinary mortal.

Especially Yun Zhantian, in the days that followed, when he thought of that crazy face, his heart would be flooded, he always felt that the figure of that person was very familiar, and it was a little powerful, which made him feel an indescribable fear.

The dark clouds above the whirlpool of fire and water gradually dissipated, and the water surface had returned to normal, and the animals of the forest ran out one by one and came to the water's edge again to drink.

At this time, the beating sound is still the same, neither high nor low, continuous, very rhythmic.

Lan Feng felt his head groggy and his whole body ached, but his eyelids were like being pressed by stones, and he couldn't lift them at all, as if everything was back to the days when he was blind, and he could only judge the surrounding environment according to the sound in his ears.

The crisp and pleasant sound of beating, the sound of heavy breathing, and the sound of splashing water at hand came from his ears.

Other than that, there is no other sound.

Just as he was holding his breath and listening, a gust of wind suddenly swept around him, and he only felt that a furry palm was placed on his face, and his eyelids were not sinking, but the moment his eyes slowly opened, his back was cold.

I saw that in front of me, the bloodthirsty face was close at hand, opened its bloody mouth, and slowly approached him.

He tried to get up, but his body was like lead, and he couldn't move at all, and he panicked, and he opened his mouth to shout loudly, but his throat couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, the mad master suddenly poked his head out from behind Bloodthirsty, stared at Lan Feng, and said with a sneer: "Bloodthirsty, since the Blood Gu is intact, you can eat him......"

Lan Feng watched the bloodthirsty roar and stretched out his sharp claws, struggling desperately, and at this moment, his body shook, and the werewolf disappeared in an instant, he picked it up violently, and cold sweat flowed on his forehead.

It was a cave-like place, with a mess of black rocks everywhere, and he was sitting on a stone bed.

"Good boy, are you awake?"

The beating stopped suddenly, and the cold voice of the mad master came from the corner, Lan Feng gasped and exclaimed, "It turned out that it was the ghost pressing the bed just now." ”

"What kind of bed is the ghost press?"

The mad master brushed his hair in strands, slowly stood up from the ground, and turned his head to stare at Lan Feng with a weird smile on his face.

Lan Feng frowned slightly, he swept the black tool in the mad master's hand at a glance, his face suddenly turned cloudy, and he hurriedly smiled bitterly: "Master...... Master, the ghost presses the bed...... Not a bed. ”

"It's not a bed?

The mad master turned around, with a look of doubt in his eyes, and walked towards Lan Feng with one hand behind his back.

Lan Feng's eyes stared at the black tool in the old man's hand without moving, his heart was in his throat, it can be said that in this world, even if he is not afraid of anyone, but for this madman, he is afraid from the bottom of his heart.

It was a black short blade, reflected in Lan Feng's wide eyes, reflecting bursts of cold light.

"Division...... Master, what are you going to do?" Lan Feng was already sweating, but the mad master kept at his feet, and at this time he had already come to him, and said with a cruel smile: "What is the ghost press?"

"Say...... Say, I can't say it?" Lan Feng swallowed his saliva fiercely, pointed to the short blade in the mad master's hand, and said with a hippie smile: "I have something to say, Master, can you put down this weapon first?"

The mad master glanced at the things in his hand, suddenly laughed, and quickly threw the black broken blade into the cloth bag in front of him, and said curiously: "Say it quickly!"

Lan Feng glanced at the master's cloth bag with palpitations, instantly breathed a sigh of relief, relieved for a moment, and explained: "Ghost pressing the bed is a phenomenon, there used to be a saying, that is, when you sleep, there is a ghost lying next to you, and you feel ...... Feel...... Ahh

Halfway through Lan Feng's words, he suddenly screamed, his face turned pale, he slowly lowered his head, only to see a black sharp cone appear on his thigh, and that sharp cone was exactly the same as the one in the grocery store more than ten years ago.

"Master, you ...... Why did you go back on your word?" Lan Feng gritted his teeth and raised his head, meeting the mad master's frightened gaze.

"Apprentice, why are you here?"

Lan Feng was stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered that Master was not only a madman, but also had a strong split personality, so what was he going to do next......

Sure enough, as Lan Feng expected, the mad master stared at the sharp cone on his leg strangely, and pulled it out, leaving Lan Feng, who had no time to stop it, howling in pain.

"Why do you have to hurt yourself every time you see me, it's not a good habit. The mad master frowned and threw the awl out.

Lan Feng still didn't expect this.

In fact, if the mad master has always had this kind of personality, it is actually quite good, but the last time he was in the grocery store, he didn't have a moment of effort, and he turned back into a terrifying face, where is there time to throw an awl?

Lan Feng was wondering, when the mad master suddenly grabbed Lan Feng's hand and said with concern: "Apprentice, are you okay, you are not allowed to harm yourself in the future!"

"I hurt myself?" Lan Feng suddenly jumped off the stone bed while the master hadn't changed back, pointed at his nose, and asked angrily, "It's obvious that you have gone back on your word, but now you blame me?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, pondering for a moment, and suddenly said seriously: "I speak to the left, how can I be the kind of person who goes back on his word?"

"Zuo Xiang?Master is called Zuo Xiang?" Lan Feng was stunned, the old man suddenly looked sluggish, after a while, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he glanced at Lan Feng's thighs, grabbed him, squinted and asked, "Where did you throw my things?"

"I ......" Lan Feng's expression of righteous words just now disappeared in an instant, and the whole person was listless, and said with a wry smile: "Master, did you pull it out yourself?"

If I continue like this, I will have a split personality, Lan Feng said to himself in his heart, watching his left hand reach into the dirty cloth bag in front of him, his face like ashes.

"You just said that you were possessed by evil spirits, let him see the old man's abilities today, and let him be wiped out, haha!" (To be continued.) )