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In total, there were dozens of tan pills in the box, each the size of a thumb fingernail.

Lan Feng was disgusted when he smelled the smell of medicine since he was a child, and hurriedly closed the lid.

He looked at the other white wooden box in the package, and wondered a little in his heart: There are hundreds of disciples in Chu Yunfeng, even if it is for the Treasure Hunting Conference, each person has a box of spirit stones, how much will it cost.

With doubts, Lan Feng opened the lid of the white wooden box, and when he looked inside, it was really full of spirit stone fragments. When did Chu Yunfeng become so generous?

The social experience of his previous life made Lan Feng smile. He took one out of the dazzling pile of spirit stones, and as expected, it bottomed out.

"Alas, it seems that throughout the ages, it has been like this, and he likes to use blindfolds to make people satisfied. Haha! However, even if it's a fragment of spirit stones, it can't be wasted, can it?" Lan Feng poured out the fragments of spirit stones inside, put them in a storage bag, and was about to throw away the wooden box.

"Huh?" he had just lifted his hand holding the wooden box when he realized that something was not quite right.

How could it be so heavy as a wooden box? He picked up the black wooden box with his other hand, and the empty box was as heavy as the box containing the elixir.

"There should be another layer in this box!" Lan Feng muttered to himself, opening the wooden box again.

The wooden box has indeed bottomed out, could it be that he thinks too much?

Lan Feng was unwilling, and his divine sense slowly leaned inward.

Sure enough, in the depths of the box, a fog obscured everything.

The more he obscured it, the more he wanted to find out, and his divine thoughts turned into a gust of wind, blowing away the fog.

After thinking behind closed doors in the Shangshui Division for three whole years, with his comprehension ability beyond ordinary people, Lan Feng has been able to see the fifth layer of the Shangshui Division, that is to say, his divine sense is equivalent to a Jindan period monk, and last time he saved Lin Yu with this powerful divine thought.

After that, because of the blood Gu in his body, his divine thoughts in the early stage of Jindan could already compete with the divine consciousness of the Great Perfection Realm in the Jindan stage.

Everything is slowly changing imperceptibly, and Lan Feng himself doesn't know it.

In this way, Bu Yi thought that the divine sense prohibition that no one in Chu Yunfeng could match, was defeated by Lan Feng without much effort.

The moment the ban collapsed, in a cave mansion in the mountain behind Chu Yunfeng, Bu Yi was stunned, and threw down the male corpse in his hand that had been drained of essence, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What kind of person can break my divine sense twice in one day?" that middle-aged man ......" Bu Yi shook his head, his eyes showed ruthlessness, and he stood up.

He walked out of the cave behind the back of his hand, his eyes closed and his mouth full of words.

The moment the fog was blown away, Lan Feng was shocked. I only saw that there were two black bugs inside, which looked a little like blood-sucking leeches, intertwined and wriggling with each other.

Lan Feng suddenly felt numb in his hands and feet, and without the slightest hesitation, he threw the box out.

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from not far away: "Since Daoist friends have come to Chu Yunfeng, why don't you show up and talk about it?

When Lan Feng heard that it was the cloth cloth chief, he was shocked, looked around, and finally stared at the white box.

The two insects seemed to be frightened, the round flesh was instantly elongated, separated from each other, the thickness and length were about the same as the little thumb, and a third of the place, as if it was supported by something, in the blink of an eye, a pair of golden-green wings broke through the flesh and slowly grew up.

Lan Feng stared at the rapidly evolving insect in amazement, and his throat moved.

The insect has fully evolved, growing a hard shell, with a mouth as thin and long as a mosquito, and wings like two sharp swords, vibrating and making bursts of buzzing sounds.

"Why do you have a bad premonition?" Lan Feng muttered to himself.

His voice was very small, but it was still heard by the two adults, and with a flap of his wings, he flew quickly towards Lan Feng.

Lan Feng was shocked and ran away. However, the speed of the insect was not ordinary, and before he could take a step, he stopped on his left and right shoulders, and the slender mouth pierced deep into the back of his head.

"Ahh

"This stinky Taoist priest is even more ruthless than what I wrote in my novel, and he actually came up with such a vicious way to prevent the disciples in the sect from cultivating beyond him! Ouch!" Lan Feng's expression was distorted in pain, but he still remembered his good brother, could it be that this insect was used to suppress Tong Sheng?

Actually, Lan Feng was wrong, Bai Liqian had already let go, Bu Yi would never kill Tong Sheng again, and on the contrary, Tong Sheng was now an extremely important chess piece in his hand, and his cultivation could only increase, not weaken.

At this moment, Lan Feng felt that something was wrong again. He laughed miserably, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Hehe, I'm really afraid of something! The creature I was most afraid of in my previous life was insects, in this life, could it be that I have become associated with insects?" Lan Feng's expression stiffened, and he could feel that in his body, there was a soft long creature that was rapidly crawling towards the back of his head.