In the big night, besides him, who else dares to come to the depths of this gloomy Black Wind Tomb?

Lan Feng's heart sank, and he took two steps back, hiding in a pile of bushes at the entrance of the tomb to steal a sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I've already taught you the exercises just now, can you remember?" a deep middle-aged male voice came from the tomb.

"The disciple has already remembered that during this retreat, I will definitely practice this exercise well. Please rest assured, Master!" This voice was slightly immature compared to the male voice just now, but the tone was very firm.

"That's good, let's go! This year's treasure hunting conference, the old man also wants to go to see the excitement. When the time comes, Master will depend on your performance!"

"I won't let Master down!

Hearing this, Lan Feng squatted down a little more, hiding his whole body in the bushes, motionless.

After a while, I saw a young man walk out of it, stopped at the door of the tomb, looked around cautiously, and hurried away.

The sharp-eyed Lan Feng found at a glance that the clothes on this young man's body were the uniform attire of Chu Yunfeng's registered disciples.

His gaze moved back from the young man in white, and his divine sense quietly probed towards the tomb.

After passing through the long passage of the tomb, he entered the main tomb, and to his disappointment, there was not a single spirit stone in this tomb, it was black, and he couldn't see anything.

"Who is the person who spoke just now?" Lan Feng muttered softly, and was about to retract his divine sense, when suddenly a powerful divine thought swept over his divine consciousness, and his divine consciousness was defeated in an instant.

Lan Feng was shocked, and without the slightest hesitation, all his spiritual power ran to his legs, and he fled towards Chu Yunfeng at great speed.

"Hmph, you can't run away!" a gloomy voice came from behind, only to feel the cold swishing behind him, as if a gust of wind had been following him from behind.

Lan Feng didn't have time to look back, only saw that not far ahead, the young man who had just walked out of the tomb heard movement behind him, and suddenly turned around.

Lan Feng felt bad, slapped the storage bag with his left hand, and didn't have time to think at all, a black mask flew out of it at random and brought it to his face.

"Judging by his dress, he must be Chu Yunfeng's registered disciple, although his face is unfamiliar, but if he knows me, there will be a lot of trouble in the future. However, I was in such a hurry just now that I forgot one thing.

The important magic weapons in the storage bag have all been put into the colorful space by me, including the hidden voice and the fox mask that Senior Brother Li Yu gave me! Originally, I might be able to pretend to be a master, but now that I have an ordinary mask, I am afraid that it has already been recognized. "Lan Feng's face under the black mask was full of fear.

The yin wind behind it seems to be getting closer and closer.

Lan Feng's expression moved, he didn't look back, he continued to run forward, pinched the trick with one hand, and swept the other hand behind his back, the ghost hand turned into an invisible big hand, and slapped towards the yin wind. In a few moments, the ghost hand was blocked by something.

Lan Feng's heart sank, he had used his ghost hand so many times, and this was the first time that someone had been able to catch this move.

It seems that the master has been met.

"What a bold man, you dare to eavesdrop on my conversation with my apprentice! You, you can't run away!" The voice behind him became fierce.

When the white-clothed disciple saw Lan Feng, his eyes flashed, and his expression was cold and he walked towards him.

"I'm going to go, I'm going to be caught in a dilemma by attacking left and right!" Lan Feng slowed down, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a powerful divine thought came out of his eyes, and he swept around lightly.

The young man in white was stunned and stopped.

"It turned out to be the divine consciousness of the Jindan period?" a gloomy male voice came from behind, "Even so, you can't escape from the palm of my hand." ”

Lan Feng had stopped at this time, turned around, and saw a person in a black robe behind him, with a big hat on his head, opening his mouth slightly, and spit out a mouthful of green silk from it.

Lan Feng gritted his teeth and said silently in his heart: "Spirit Stone!"

A high-grade spirit stone floated out of the multicolored rope, was grabbed by Lan Feng, held it in his hand to absorb the spiritual energy, and began to pinch the trick with the other hand.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man said that the green silk was already floating in the air, showing a surprised expression, and said incredulously: "It seems that you have a lot of treasures on you!"

As he spoke, the lightning-like green threads in front of him suddenly disappeared.

A cold light appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he looked towards Lan Feng.

I only saw that Lan Feng's face was distorted, looking extremely painful, and a few green silks seemed to be bound by something, floating a foot in front of him, as if they were struggling.

The middle-aged man's expression was stunned, and his eyes suddenly showed ruthlessness, and he flew towards Lan Feng at great speed.

At this moment, Qingsi made a "squeak" sound.

"No!" the middle-aged man yelled, but it was too late, and the few green silks turned black, and Lan Feng grabbed them and threw them into the storage bag.

The middle-aged man stared at Lan Feng uncertainly, and his huge divine sense probed towards Lan Feng, shaking his head incredulously: "The third layer of the condensation period?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans had already appeared on Lan Feng's face, and he stood there panting heavily.