Lan Feng threw the things in his hand in the corner, went straight to the futon in the middle of his bed, and sat down cross-legged. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I don't know if the king only slept after cultivating, or if he slept until now, but looking at him like this, the possibility of waking up tonight is not very likely.

Lan Feng observed the king for a long time, muttered a little, took out the ghost Ten Thousand Bone Banner from the storage bag, and stared at the white line on it motionlessly, frowning.

"What is this white line? Suddenly appearing here, how awkward it looks!" Lan Feng pondered and meditated, recalling the scene of the previous fight with Ah Fei.

The pu fan in Ah Fei's hand before was not a vulgar thing, and it fanned back most of the souls emitted by the Ten Thousand Bone Banners. In the end, it seems that one entered his body, could it be because he lost a soul?

In Lan Feng's mind, he immediately searched for all the concepts about this magic weapon in the Shang Shui Division.

The Ghost Ten Thousand Bone Banner is a soul control magic weapon, and there is no limit to the number of souls that can be loaded in it. Once cast, the flagpole will gradually extend according to the number of souls in the flag, but the height is limited, up to seven zhang.

One of its biggest disadvantages is that the more souls there are, the better, and if one is missing, its power will be greatly reduced. Every time a soul is reduced, a white line will appear on the flag, and when the white line is covered with the flag, then this magic weapon will also be scrapped.

The soul that entered Ah Fei's body today, due to its weak strength, was swallowed by Ah Fei's own soul, and did not come out, and the ghost Ten Thousand Bone Banner was missing a soul, and a white line appeared. To make this white line disappear, it is necessary to absorb seventy-seven forty-nine souls, and this is the price.

Lan Feng secretly felt sorry, but he was also very uncomfortable in his heart, seeing so many souls flying out at that time, what kind of murderous demon was the person who used this magic weapon before?

This ghost bone banner is in his hands, and it is estimated that there will be more and more white lines, and it will eventually be scrapped. No matter how awkward it looks, it is impossible to kill forty or fifty innocent people in order to make this white line disappear, seal their souls inside, and never be reborn!

Lan Feng sighed deeply, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes.

"Ah Fei mentioned today, my mastery of this magic weapon is not hot enough, from today onwards, I will set a goal for myself, to use all the magic weapons I have obtained proficiently, to the point of ease, that's it!" Lan Feng secretly made up his mind.

Influenced by the king, he also wanted to review the feeling of sleeping, and after studying the magic weapon for a night, early the next morning, he came to the stream not far from Shang Shui Si to wash the moldy sheets.

The air in the early morning was very fresh, except for a few disciples from the miscellaneous room who came to fetch water, no one came here, but the temperature was bone-chilling.

Lan Feng rolled up his sleeves and went into the water. At this moment, two disciples from the miscellaneous room, carrying buckets, walked over from the path not far away.

"You guys got up so early!" Lan Feng waved his hand enthusiastically and said hello.

The two disciples glanced at Lan Feng up and down, but did not respond, walked to the upper reaches of the creek with empty eyes, fetched two buckets of water, and left with a cold expression.

Lan Feng scratched his head in embarrassment and muttered, "I heard that the disciples of the Miscellaneous Service Department never communicate directly with the registered disciples, but I didn't expect to be so indifferent, and today I can be regarded as seeing it." ”

Lan Feng bent down and rubbed the moldy sheets again, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. When I thought of the first time I washed clothes here, I still suffered cold words as an observer disciple.

Eight years have passed, Chu Yunfeng has newly established a miscellaneous room, and he has gone from an inconspicuous observation disciple to a registered disciple, when will he be able to give himself a unique way to appear?

This appearance is not limited to the small place of Chu Yunfeng.

The sunlight, slowly beginning to gain temperature, squeezed in through the cracks in the treetops, and it was pervasive.

Lan Feng squinted his eyes and sat on the stone bench in the middle of the courtyard, looking at his gray sheets, swaying gently in the wind.

The water droplets attached to it, under the warm rays of the sun, are slowly evaporating, disappearing into the air, and finally returning to nature, perhaps becoming white clouds, perhaps, turning into dew, or condensing into raindrops, falling into the stream again, and drifting with the current.

Time, like the sunshine, will never stop, it slips away quietly in the gap you can't see, and when you suddenly look back, you find that two years is not a long time.

On this day, all the disciples of Chu Yunfeng radiated their faces and gathered in Chu Yunfeng's square.

The Treasure Hunt Conference is finally coming.

"In five days, it will be the Treasure Hunt Conference, everyone hang up their waist cards and follow me, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, you must arrive at Xuande Gate two days in advance, is it clear?" Bai Zhen announced loudly.

After most of the people responded, Bai Zhen took the lead and led the team directly in front of the team.

Lan Feng and the king, as usual, followed the end of the line, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.