As soon as Ning Yuan Dan was swallowed into his abdomen, he directly turned into a wisp of golden air, and slid towards the Danhai Sea with ease.

A moment later, the golden brain transformed by Ning Yuan Dan poured into the Dan Sea, and suddenly the originally calm Dan Sea suddenly became turbulent, and the clouds and rain rolled and turned.

Qin Feng felt that Ning Yuan Dan was working, and pinched the magic technique with both hands, and there were words in his mouth, controlling the air flow transformed by Ning Yuan Dan to merge into the Dan Sea, assisting in breaking through the realm.

The next moment, a heart-rending pain came out of the dantian, and the pain that drilled the heart made Qin Feng clench his teeth and turn pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, and his hands were still holding on to the posture of pinching the trick just now.

Under his tenacious persistence, the white mist in the Danhai Sea rotated more rapidly, and the dozens of wisps of white mist faintly dissipated.

After a cup of tea, dozens of wisps of white mist were as faint as a gossamer, and the Danhai was filled with a metallic white mist that exuded a fierce atmosphere.

At this time, as soon as Qin Feng's magic formula was collected, he converged his divine thoughts according to the introduction of the golden spirit formula, condensed the divine thoughts into a ball, and integrated them into the Danhai to draw qi and knot the yuan.

As soon as the divine thoughts condensed into the ball of divine thoughts, they immediately dived into the Dan Sea.

At this time, the breakthrough was nearing the end, but when he commanded the Divine Mind Ball to enter, he still felt a feeling that his soul was about to be torn apart.

After half a pillar of incense, Danhai, who was originally manic, finally returned to calm, and at the same time, he also broke through to the early stage of melting qi as he wished.

The joyful Qin Feng was about to disperse the Divine Mind Ball, and then go outside to feel the divine power in the early stage of the melting qi, when he suddenly "hummed", and his eyes went black and he didn't know anything.

In late autumn, a bleak breeze blew, rolling a few fallen leaves on the ground into the air and fluttering in the wind.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with an ordinary face was wearing a coarse cloth coat, and slowly followed behind a middle-aged man, who was a little dignified, wearing a coarse cloth coat and a hunter's dress.

"Uncle Shan, if you haven't gained anything this time, let me go to the city to get money and silver. The young man followed behind the big man and asked with a somewhat unpleasant face.

"There must be. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, looking uninhibited.

In fact, Uncle Shan, who was dressed as a hunter, didn't have any bottom in his heart, he made a total of four traps here, the first three didn't even catch a rabbit, and immediately entered the winter, now there are more and more people hunting, and there are fewer and fewer people who can hit the prey.

Such an affirmative answer is not only to give the general's son a confidence, but also to cheer himself up.

As he walked, the hearts of the middle-aged man known as Uncle Shan's heart became heavier and heavier.

If you still can't shoot the prey this time, what will happen to the general's wife and her three children in the future? Do you want to go to the city once at the risk of being caught, if you are caught, the general's blood will be broken.

Uncle Yan shook his head, trying not to let himself think about those messy things, he just hoped that he could get through the past few years safely, and when the wind was a little quieter, he could investigate the murder of the general.

After half a pillar of incense, the middle-aged man and the boy had walked more than ten miles, and finally reached the depths of a wood, and they would not be too far from the last trap.

Around them, there was a huge tree with a thickness of feet growing at intervals, and there were even some animal droppings in some places, and after walking for a while, Uncle Yan looked at the cracked bark of a giant tree, and turned around and walked in the other direction. If you look closely, you can see that the cracked bark is carved into a very inconspicuous arrowhead.

Suddenly, Uncle Shan's eyes lit up, and he saw a dirt pit appearing out of thin air on the flat ground in the distance.

"Let's go, it's in stock. Uncle Shan's voice was filled with a bit of joy, and he said briefly and forcefully.

When the boy heard this, he immediately became excited, and his feet moved, and he quickly followed.

But when the two of them arrived around the trap, they were stunned for a while, and the pit was not a wild boar, jackal or other animals, but an old man with gray hair and more than six years old.

Because the trap where the beast is hunted is densely covered with more than a dozen sharp wooden thorns as thick as an arm, which is enough to penetrate any beast, so that it has no chance to escape.

The old man who fell into the trap had several hideous knife wounds on his body, and his whole body was bleeding, and his thigh was pierced by sharp wooden thorns, and now he has fainted.

"Feng'er, can you save it?" Uncle Yan hesitated for a moment, then turned to the young man and asked.

But when he saw the young man's fearless appearance, he was slightly surprised in his heart, but he was relieved when he thought that the young man had the blood of a general flowing on his body.

In the process of fleeing, Qin Feng, the general's son, although he has been learning strategy and martial arts, he has not been deeply involved in the world after all, so encountering this situation is one of the best ways to test.

"Help, after all, he fell into the trap we set and was injured by our trap. The young man thought for a while, and replied seriously, just like the two of them before.

"That's what Madame taught you. Uncle Shan's eyes flashed inexplicably, and he asked with a bit of speculation in his tone.

"Well, my mother taught me. The boy replied with the same seriousness.

"Madame is worthy of being a great Confucian, but what Madame handed over to you is the principle of love and righteousness, but what I want to hand over to you today is the way of the rivers and lakes, so this person can't be saved. Uncle Yan sighed at first, but immediately his voice became cold.

"Why?" the young man asked with the same expression as usual, without saying a word or humility.

"This man knows at a glance that he is being pursued by an enemy, and that we are now too busy to take care of ourselves, and that we have little food to spare, and we have to nurse his wounds. Now that the court wants us, the price is very high, and there is no guarantee that this person will not bite us back. Uncle Shan's face was blank and he said in a deep voice.

The young man frowned, looking at the miserable old man under the pit, his eyes flickering, and he secretly thought about something in his heart.

"This person has full temples, and he should be a person with a great background. It is true that we are too busy to take care of ourselves, but if we cooperate with this person, we may not have a bright future. This is my father's sue for me, the truth of survival in death. Qin Feng stared at Uncle Yan and said without flinching.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Yan fell into deep thought, but in his mind, he remembered the general's evaluation of him.

The general said back then that he was too brave and not enough strategic, and he was too cautious, and if he wanted to achieve great things, he had to change this character of being too cautious.

At this time, he seemed to see the shadow of the general back then.

"Alright, get him up. The person known as Uncle Yan said to the young Qin Feng.

Hearing this, Qin Feng was overjoyed, pulled out a three-foot long sword behind his back, and jumped into the trap as soon as he moved.

In reality, Qin Feng, who was originally meditating cross-legged, jumped to the edge of the dark spring in the stone chamber with a movement of his feet.

After the young man known as Feng'er jumped into the trap, he looked at the miserable appearance of the old man covered in injuries, frowned, and felt as if he had seen this person somewhere.

Suddenly, just as he was thinking about where he had seen this scene, the old man, who had fainted to death, opened his eyes without warning, bounced up from the ground, and his thigh, which had been pierced by wooden thorns, was bleeding profusely.

The young man known as Feng'er felt a pang in his heart, and his feet were forced, wanting to shoot back.

The old man looked weak and was seriously injured, but his speed was surprisingly fast, and he hugged the young man to death, waiting for him with red eyes, and suddenly the originally clear sky became dark.

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