The frost and cold air in the small courtyard surged, not only the bald man who was pierced through the heart by Chen Feng's sword, but even the Jinshuo Fu Bao who cut the scabbard into several pieces, was condensed by a cloud of frost and cold mist.

"Bang!bang!bang~~~"

Seeing the continuous swelling of the arc light gushing out of Jin Shuo, as if he wanted to break through the blockade of the frost and cold group, Chen Feng jumped rhythmically with butterfly steps under his feet, and his hands and fists were driven by the smoothness of the waist force, and he opened the bow left and right at the head of the strong man.

Suffering from the blow of Chen Feng's powerful and heavy combination punch, the strong man's body was shaking like a tumbler, and at the same time, his skull twisted and collapsed, and he no longer had the ability to fight back.

It wasn't until the strong man's spirit was broken and he knelt on the ground, Chen Feng, who was a little excited, stretched out his big hand and grabbed the big man's ear, dragged his figure up slightly and looked at it, confirming that the bald man couldn't die anymore, so he threw the big man to the ground like a dead dog.

"It's sent, it's really sent this time, don't let that baby run away. ”

Chen Feng grinned and ran to Qiao Xueqing, who was exuding frost aura, and said to her with a big grin.

"Snort~~~"

Laughing at Chen Feng's excitement, Qiao Xueqing couldn't help but glance at him fiercely, and waved his sleeve robe, turning the rain into a puff of ice needle silk thread, wrapping the Jinsuo rune treasure layer by layer.

When Jin Suo Guanghua was completely sealed, Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, groped towards the body of the bald man, and took down his storage bag.

"Why don't you go and see how she's doing......"

Seeing Chen Feng holding a ball of ice silk hydrangea and smirking, saliva about to flow out, Qiao Xueqing reminded him angrily.

It was only then that Chen Feng came back to his senses in the excitement of the windfall of killing people and snatching treasures, and remembered the rude old bustard who was placed in his room.

Putting away the ice silk hydrangea, Chen Feng dragged the body of the bald man into the east chamber.

When he came to the bed, he saw Tu Da with a pale face, and his chest was blurred with flesh and blood, Chen Feng's face twitched slightly, and he seemed to be a little unbearable.

"What are you doing, bastard?"

Finding that Chen Feng was about to untie Tu's loud clothes, Qiao Xueqing finally roared.

"Of course, I treated her injuries, and the shards of fine iron shot into her body, and I had to help her take them out, and besides, she was wearing dirty clothes, and it was not very hygienic......" Chen Feng retracted his hands and said innocently to Qiao Xueqing.

"Bastard, you don't need this kind of thing, hurry up and use the desolate qi to expel the rune treasure spiritual power in her body. Qiao Xueqing's face darkened and said angrily.

"Originally, I was going to suffer some losses and do my best to ......"

While Chen Feng muttered, he stretched out his right arm with a desolate aura and slowly brushed it above Tu Dasheng's chest.

It was visible to the naked eye that the black mist-like desolate aura was surging on Tu Da's throat and burrowing into the bloody wound on his chest.

Tu Da Throat, which was contaminated with the air of desolation, did not appear withered and old in his body, and his body lying on the bed was only slightly straightened and tightened, and a trace of blood was printed in his mouth.

While using the desolate qi to remove the remaining golden spiritual power from Tu Da's chest and Fu Baoweineng, a hint of surprise flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

It didn't take more than half a pillar of incense, until the desolate qi in Tu Da's throat overflowed, slowly converging into Chen Feng's palm, and the blood from the wound on her chest was sealed.

"Leave his storage bag and you can get out. Qiao Xueqing saw that Chen Feng was not dead and followed the bedside, and couldn't help but say coldly.

"Brother Qiao, kill that bald man, I'm the main force, you can't ...... me like this" Chen Feng clutched the storage bag tightly, looking like a miser.

"You caused the matter, and I didn't let you kill people and take treasures, do you want to watch her die?" Qiao Xueqing said in annoyance.

"This rude woman is so honest, even if she is not treated, she will not die. Although Chen Feng said this, he still gave the storage bag to Qiao Xueqing, and reluctantly dragged the body of the bald man to the outside of the wing.

After cleaning up the stone chips and broken doors in the small courtyard, and seeing that Qiao Xueqing had not yet come out of the east wing with the door closed, Chen Feng not only did not feel depressed, but happily tossed the body of the bald strong man to the basement of the west wing.

The Broken Dragon Stone was put down with a rumbling sound, and the body of the bald strong man was thrown on the ground, Chen Feng sat down cross-legged, his eyes gradually closed, and one hand pressed on the collapsed face of the bald strong man.

The aura of desolation slowly emanated, constantly pouring into the corpse of the bald man, eroding and washing it.

Time passed slowly, and the body of the strong man gradually dried up, as if the nutrients of the flesh had been corroded and assimilated by the air of desolation.

It wasn't until the strong man's dried corpse crumbled, and the rich desolate qi poured back into Chen Feng's palm, and his physical strength began to swell.

The hunger and thirst of Chen Feng's body rose with the black glow, and the pure spiritual power refined from the strong man's corpse quickly gathered towards Chen Feng's flesh and blood.

In the process of running the Desolation Sutra, Chen Feng, who was full of energy, even had a feeling that a punch could penetrate the cultivation room.

Although the strength of the body is constantly approaching the qi refining period, Chen Feng's dantian qi sea is often like an empty box and a deep valley, and the spiritual power of the desolate body is scattered in the meridians, hidden deep in the flesh, and the entire desolate body is like a sea of rivers.

Taking himself as the sea, the Dao rhyme is deeply hidden, Chen Feng cultivated the Desolation Sutra, and in the process of consciously dissipating the spiritual power of the Dantian Qi Sea Desolation, he was strengthening the strength of the physical body.

At this time, Chen Feng's dantian was completely dark, without any vision, as if it was an inexplicable black hole full of suction.

After running for a week with a unique meridian path, Chen Feng, who was sitting on the ground, was covered in black haze, his whole body was warm, and his flesh and bones were full of comfort.

By the time the desolate rhyme converged, Chen Feng's aura had reached the level of the first level of qi refining.

His eyes slowly opened, and the black aura flashed away, and Chen Feng got up with a crackling sound in his body.

Chen Feng, who had returned to the Qi refining period, had a refreshing smile on his face, and after cleaning up the dry and crumbling remains of the bald strong man, he quickly left the underground cultivation room.

Not long after the rumbling sound of the Broken Dragon Stone being lifted appeared, Chen Feng walked out of the West Wing.

Finding that the gate of the courtyard had been repaired earlier, Chen Feng looked at Qiao Xueqing who was sitting in the courtyard with a smile on his face.

Sensing Chen Feng's return to the Qi Refining Period's aura, although Qiao Xueqing was not surprised, she was a little unconvinced: "Devouring the flesh and blood essence of the cultivator, this is simply the devil's doing. ”

Chen Feng smiled brightly: "The path of cultivation has its own scenery and trade-offs, so why bother with the means to achieve the goal." ”

Throwing the bald storage bag to Chen Feng, Qiao Xueqing glanced at the east wing, where Tu Dayan was placed: "She is fine, but her physique is a little weird." ”

"If you can't identify her talent, then I can't do it even more, I can only feel her body and strength, there is a violent aura, this kind of rage is not simply a lot of strength, but a kind of vicissitudes of life...... Chen Feng said calmly.

"The body of the Holy Barbarian has not appeared for a long time, this kind of talent must be possessed by the Barbarian Ancient Bloodline, and it is extremely difficult to enter the realm, if you get involved with her, I am afraid that not only will it not be beneficial, but it will also be a drag, and it will eventually lead to disaster. Speaking of which, Qiao Xueqing's expression had become serious.

"I thought I had picked up a treasure, but when I heard you say that, it seems to be a little troublesome......" Chen Feng said with some retreat.

After a heavy rain, the morning air is exceptionally crisp, and the floors of the houses are shining.

Smoke is rising from the kitchen, and you can faintly smell the appetizing aroma of food.

"In the morning, the servant of the wine shop came to deliver food, and I asked him to find someone to repair the courtyard gate. In the process of Chen Feng checking the contents of the storage bag, Qiao Xueqing said calmly.

The faint power of spiritual sense invaded the storage bag, and found that the mustard seed space was not too big, only five low-level spirit stones, a few herbs and some books, Chen Feng couldn't help but pout: "A cultivator who has such a little thing is really poor enough!"

Qiao Xueqing glanced at Chen Feng with a smile: "It's already good, in order to make her recover quickly, I used up some elixirs and spirit stones, but the most valuable thing is the rune treasure that I temporarily sealed." ”

"Have you asked her about the identity of that bald head?" Chen Feng had a faint guess in his heart.

"It's someone from the Tiansha Gang. ”

Qiao Xueqing followed Chen Feng into the East Chamber, looking unconcerned.

Seeing the woman on the bed, her delicate face had recovered her ruddyness, and her eyes were looking at herself, Chen Feng couldn't help but show an unscrupulous smile on his face: "Tu Dasheng, is there nothing wrong with your chest?"

"Get out of the way, and then look at your legs and ......sell them as roast chicken in your asshole," Tu Da said in a foul voice.

"Tu Dayan, you dare to speak disrespectfully to me, a life-saving benefactor, a guy like you should be ravaged to death by that bald head. Chen Feng laughed coaxingly.

"Damn, you stinky scoundrel looking for a beating, aren't you? I want you to look good now......" Tu Dayan struggled to get up.

"Hehe~~~ It's like this, you still dare to play tricks, sloppy girl, with your current weak state, I can get you with one finger. Chen Feng's middle finger raised at Tu's big voice almost missed the pestle on her Qiong's nose.

Facing the two best goods on the bed, Qiao Xueqing's beautiful face was full of disgust, and she opened her cherry lips but did not speak.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you. ”

After Tu Dasheng barely got up, the bandages on his chest were already oozing bright red blood.

"Barbarian woman, don't you want to fight fiercely? A lost dog like you still dares to bark, if you are smart, be honest with me, or use your body to raise a corpse. Seeing Tu Dasheng's chest red, the indecent look on Chen Feng's face disappeared, and the whole person was full of yin and evil.

Sensing Chen Feng's tyrannical eyes, Tu Da couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, she had a feeling that what this seemingly indecent man said in front of her was definitely not intimidation.

Before that, Tu Dayan didn't even have much impression of Chen Feng, and it was hard to imagine that there was an obscene and dangerous guy living in such an inconspicuous courtyard in the east of the city.

(Thanks to HTTRE and WDSJ for their tips and evaluation votes.) ）