Two days later, Leng Feng and Yue'er were about to walk out of the stone forest.

There were more bushes, and there weren't so many sharp stones, and they were much shorter.

The ancient forests in this area are not so large, and there are many thorny plants in the forest, so it is impossible to walk on the forest floor.

The two of them jumped to the top of the tree, stepped on the leaves, and gradually quickened their pace.

After a few hours, the cold wind came to the edge of the cliff in the jungle gap. The cliff can be nearly 100 zhang high, looking down, you can see a big lake below, the lake channel is printed with the blue of the sky, it looks very clear.

"Is it there?" asked Leng Feng as he pointed to a hut next to the lake.

Yue'er nodded and said

"Yes, Uncle Shi, you have to spare someone's life this time. ”

Along the way, once Leng Feng met an opponent who excited him, he was killed directly because he couldn't hold his hand. And in the entire True Yang Domain, no one was willing to offend the True Yang Sect at all. In this way, it is inevitable that some of the accomplices of those who were killed by the cold wind hold grudges.

"Then it depends on whether his life is worthy to be thrown into my hands. ”

The cold wind's eyes swept Yue'er with an unusually cold look, which made Yue'er shiver, and the air around her seemed to be a little warmer because of such a look.

This is not the first time that Leng Feng has glared at her like this, but before every duel with someone, although Leng Feng looks very calm, he seems to be very excited in his heart, and this excitement makes him look even more cold.

The cold wind said, and with a kick of his foot, the whole person suddenly rose into the air, turning into a golden light and shooting towards the thatched hut next to the lake.

The ground was silent, and the cold wind looked towards the hut.

Plumes of green smoke wafted from the hut, and there was a fence around the hut, and the wooden door, which looked like it was old, was also open.

"True Yang cold wind, come to visit. The sound spread so loudly that the nearby bamboo groves were swaying.

Leng Feng stood outside the hut, motionless, he knew that there were two people in the hut, one of them couldn't use his divine sense to detect his depth at all, and the strength of the other person was in the second order of Yingshen.

Leng Feng guessed that this person of the second order of Yingshen might be the fog body, and the person who couldn't detect the strength might be the protector of the fog body.

A moment later, an old man dressed in white slowly came out of the hut, with white hair and a kind face.

The old man smiled slightly when he saw the cold wind, walked to the cold wind, and said

"It's better to be famous than to meet, the cold wind of the True Yang Sect is really extraordinary. ”

Leng Feng glanced at the old man, didn't pay much attention to the old man's appearance, and just said lightly

"I think you know the purpose of my visit, so call the people inside. ”

In the past two years, Leng Feng can be said to have some fame in the entire True Yang Domain, and most people also have some understanding of his character.

The old man had already learned what happened to the True Yang Sect Leng Feng leaving the sect this time, and knew that there was no point in negotiating, so he just said

"I hope you will be merciful. Then the old man said into the hut

"Foggy. ”

After a few moments, a wisp of white mist floated out of the hut, and the white mist gradually expanded.

Leng Feng's eyes were shining, looking behind the white mist, but he couldn't see the thatched hut at all, the white fog not only blocked the cold wind's vision, but also blocked the cold wind's divine sense, even the mind could not penetrate this layer of fog and feel the thatched hut behind the white mist.

Leng Feng was surprised, could it be that this person with a fog body was a cloud of fog himself? If so, Leng Feng didn't know how to deal with these nothing-in-the-sky things.

The fog in front of him was shrouded in this way, and the cold wind couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Yue'er suddenly fell behind Leng Feng, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she was obviously shocked, and only said after a while

"Uncle Shi, you have to pay attention. ”

The fog gradually surrounded the cold wind, and Yue'er quickly left the area filled by the fog, bypassed the fog, and ran to the hut.

The old man smiled at Yue'er and said

"It's better to sit in the house, there is some elixir soup in the old decay, come in and taste it." ”

This old man naturally gave people a sense of intimacy, so Yue'er didn't think about it so much, thanked him, and walked into the room with the old man.

On the other side, the cold wind was completely shrouded in fog, and when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't see his palm, and at this moment his world was only a white fog body.

"Hee-hee, do you know where I am?" the voice came from all corners, as crisp as a yellow warbler, and sounded like a girl's voice.

Leng Feng couldn't help but take a few more steps, and since his eyes couldn't see it, he simply closed his eyes and used his mind to feel where the person he hadn't met before was.

Suddenly, Leng Feng slapped a small hand on his shoulder, Leng Feng subconsciously turned his head, and saw a little girl's face coming over, hooking her mouth with two little fingers of her left and right hands, grimacing at Leng Feng, and sticking out her tongue.

"Giggles"

The little girl's tongue jumped up and down to make a strange sound, which made the cold wind feel as if it was being teased by the little girl, and just as she was about to use her spiritual power, the little girl's whole face turned into a cloud of mist and gradually drifted away.

Everything in the world is composed of five elements, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and these five elements are stored in the cold wind soul body. Leng Feng knew that to deal with a person with this physique, as long as he used the Chiyang Sword in the soul body, he would definitely restrain the fog body, but he didn't want to rely on the advantage of the soul body pregnancy sword every time he fought with someone.

"My name is Bai Xiaowu, what is your name?" Bai Xiaowu's voice was like a drop of water in a deep cave, clear and pleasant.

After a while, the cold wind just closed his eyes and felt the direction of the white mist.

"If you don't speak, you won't be dumb, will you?"

"Why are you doing with a straight face, I don't owe you anything. ”

Just as Bai Xiaowu finished speaking, Leng Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual power on his body spun wildly, and he felt that Bai Xiaowu's true body was ten zhang away from his right side.

Subsequently, the cold wind quickly formed the inner lion seal corresponding to the nine-character mantra 'one'.

"Immortal law, draw the ground as a prison!"

Leng Feng stretched out his two fingers, and quickly drew a cube out of thin air towards ten zhang away, when the cube was finished, I saw the corners of the cube flash, and a cube about ten meters wide was formed in the air.

Painting the ground as a prison is a formula in the "True Yang Divine Skill" of the True Yang Sect. "True Yang Divine Skill" is counted as the highest level of immortal law in the world at that time, and it has reached the level of 'leaving'.

As we all know, the immortal method is divided into eight orders, and the True Yang Divine Skill is an immortal method that belongs to the third order.

It took two years for Leng Feng to learn all the "True Yang Divine Skills", but there were some immortal methods in it, and Leng Feng still couldn't evolve the potential, shape, meaning, and change.

A cold wind suddenly rose out of thin air and came to the side of the cube that he had drawn, staring at the inside of the transparent cube. After a while, Leng Feng's expression changed, and it seemed that drawing the ground as a prison did not trap Bai Xiaowu.

This makes the cold wind can't help but be surprised, you must know that painting the ground as a prison is a detached immortal method, in which the mystery is infinite, even if it is a fog body, once trapped, it is impossible to come out. If the opponent is trapped, it can be said that Leng Feng has the absolute right to attack.

However, the things in front of him made him a little puzzled, did he not trap Bai Xiaowu in the first place, or did Bai Xiaowu escape?

"Wow, it turns out that you still know the immortal method? Xiaowu is so pitiful, grandpa just refuses to teach me the immortal method. ”

The sound of Bai Xiaowu came from everywhere again, and suddenly the cold wind couldn't find Bai Xiaowu's direction.

Suddenly, a small hand stretched out from the side of the cold wind, and pinched the cold wind's face and withdrew, and the happy sound of Bai Xiaowu could be heard.

"Hee-hee, laugh one. ”

Leng Feng subconsciously slapped the hand that pinched his face, but it was empty. He suddenly felt as if he was being teased by this white mist, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

As the anger rose, the spiritual power in the soul body tumbled out, blowing away the surrounding mist, but soon the mist diffused again, as if the mist could not be dispersed at all.

Leng Feng couldn't find a way to deal with Bai Xiaowu without using the sword of the soul body. In this mist, this qiē seems to be dominated by the white mist, which is the realm of the white mist. Not only did he close the sight of the cold wind, but even his thoughts were completely shielded, in this mist, the cold wind was in the eyes of Bai Xiaomist, as if he was an ordinary person.

"You seem to be angry, so I'm going to make a move, hehe. ”