Evolution Begins with a Scarecrow

In the skill bar, the cooling of fear has improved, and Qin Xiaofeng's heart that has been hanging around can't help but let go slightly.

Ever since he was deceived last time, no matter how provocative he was, Old Man Huang never responded at all.

Qin Xiaofeng looked at the exit of the hall. It was all pale and he couldn't see the scenery on the street outside.

Qin Xiaofeng had already tried to pass through the door with white light, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier at the door, preventing him from leaving.

Qin Xiaofeng thrust the sickle into the ground and stood in the middle of the hall, waiting for the weasels to show up.

"Let me tell you something, old weasel." Qin Xiaofeng said loudly to Huang Yan: "My body can stand here and guard you all the time, but how long can you last, old weasel? I guess, this Yellow smoke also consumes a lot of energy."

After a long time after Qin Xiaofeng finished speaking, an old sigh came out of the yellow smoke.

"Eh... As I get older, I'm even more afraid of death." The yellow smoke condensed, and Old Man Huang's body slowly appeared in the distance.

"I am willing to make compensation, let's let this matter go." Old Man Huang took off a storage bag from his waist and threw it over, saying: "This is all my belongings, they are all here, as an apology. "

Old Man Huang shook his head heartbrokenly. Qin Xiaofeng looked at the storage bag on the ground, then looked at Old Man Huang's bitter face, and sneered in his heart.

Due to the loss of a lot of vitality, Old Man Huang's already old and thin face looked even paler and haggard.

but…….

"It's best to reconcile. I don't want to end up dying together."

Qin Xiaofeng walked over and leaned over to pick it up from the storage bag. However, Qin Xiaofeng's eyes were fixed on Old Man Huang, who was standing beside him with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Qin Xiaofeng's vigilant look, Old Man Huang stepped back slightly, indicating that he would not do anything, but just when Qin Xiaofeng's hand was about to touch the storage bag, the corners of Old Man Huang's mouth slowly There was a hint of a cold smile.

Bang!

The storage bag exploded violently, and yellow smoke burst out, shrouding Qin Xiaofeng in it.

"A monster has taken so many of my lives from the old man! He still wants to take his things! Die!" Old Man Huang's eyes turned red and he roared angrily: "Move the yellow smoke!"

Old Man Huang's figure suddenly turned into a puff of yellow smoke, and the yellow smoke that enveloped Qin Xiaofeng also instantly disappeared. Instead, Old Man Huang appeared behind the puff of yellow smoke, with his palm facing Qin Xiaofeng's back. Pat it at the waist.

In an instant, his palm came into contact with the black robe behind Qin Xiaofeng, and huge power burst out from the robe.

"Hahahaha, die! Eh...?!" Old Man Huang's laughter in the yellow smoke suddenly stopped the moment he hit Qin Xiaofeng. He clearly hit Qin Xiaofeng, but the sound coming from his palm Something doesn't feel right.

Before he could be confused, Old Man Huang's eyes suddenly revealed a strong look of fear.

Skill - Fear!

In the moment when Old Man Huang got rid of his fear, a silver-black scythe cut through the bursts of yellow smoke and stabbed into Old Man Huang's chest extremely firmly.

Old Man Huang came to his senses, slapped the scythe, forced Qin Xiaofeng away, and roared in disbelief: "No! No! This is impossible! Why are you not dead!"

"Humph." Qin Xiaofeng put away his scythe and sneered contemptuously: "You can see clearly what you photographed."

Old Man Huang asked as he looked towards the 'Qin Xiaofeng' he had just knocked down, but what he saw was a smashed black robe and a few solid straws supporting him.

"This... this... this!" Old Man Huang stared at Qin Xiaofeng in disbelief.

He couldn't understand how Qin Xiaofeng did it.

"Old Weasel, I'm in the atmosphere this time." Qin Xiaofeng carried the scythe behind his back, laughed, and said, "I can only tell you, you need to use your skills flexibly."

Qin Xiaofeng knew from the beginning that there was something wrong with the storage bag thrown by Old Man Huang, but if he took the initiative to attack, even with the magic skill of fear, Qin Xiaofeng was not completely sure of hitting Old Man Huang, so He had no choice but to resort to tricks and lure Old Man Huang into action.

Through previous battles, Qin Xiaofeng discovered that no matter how much advantage Old Man Huang had, he would always attack from behind.

So with the help of this, when the storage bag exploded, taking advantage of Old Man Huang's blind spot, Qin Xiaofeng tied his robe with straw and fixed it in place. And because his rice-scented body was particularly flexible, he could easily Pulling out of his robe.

"You lost." Qin Xiaofeng stared at Old Man Huang and said calmly.

Old Man Huang felt the little vitality left in his body and laughed miserably: "Yes, I lost, but you will die too!"

After saying that, Old Man Huang rushed towards Qin Xiaofeng. This time, Old Man Huang was no longer timid, but unleashed his power without any reservation, sweeping towards Qin Xiaofeng.

"Hey." Qin Xiaofeng looked at the old man Huang who rushed over. He raised his sickle and pointed it at him. His mouth made of straw opened and closed slightly, and a faint voice came from it.

"Harvest of Life."

Old Man Huang's body stiffened suddenly, and several rays of light red vitality were pulled out of his body and wrapped around the death scythe.

After losing all his vitality, Old Man Huang's body seemed to turn into a mummy and fell to the ground.

[It was detected that the host had killed an F-level top-grade creature (vitality loss state) and devoured 77 points of vitality. Vitality purification was activated. The vitality storage was +20, and the growth value was +154 points. 】

"Damn it, what a loss. It cost hundreds of life force to hurt this whole body. Just give me this little. Oh, forget it. If that old guy had more life force, I really can't beat him."

Having said that, if Old Man Huang hadn't been afraid of being deprived of his life force by Qin Xiaofeng, Qin Xiaofeng would have died long ago.

"It would be great if Life Harvest had a feature that could reduce the cooldown after killing people. That would be super comfortable in group battles."

Qin Xiaofeng touched his death scythe, and after a moment of lust, he put the scythe away.

After searching around the old man Huang, Qin Xiaofeng found a storage bag in his arms.

"This should be true." Qin Xiaofeng weighed it in his hands and then laughed to himself.

This is not a money bag, what can you get out of it?

When he opened the storage bag, he found that instead of the spells and blood crystals he wanted most, there were piles of spiritual crystals, elixirs, and energy weapons.

"Isn't this a martial arts hall? It doesn't have such a technique." Qin Xiaofeng muttered dissatisfiedly, and then he was relieved. Presumably this so-called martial arts hall is not just a black shop that kills people and robs goods.

Just when Qin Xiaofeng was about to put away the storage bag, a simple black mirror in the center of the storage bag suddenly caught his attention.