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Chapter 941: Not an opponent

With great difficulty, the room fell into a deathly silence.

At this moment, Qin Feng thought to himself, the pheasant must have been misled by their actions, and specially looked for a place with a mouth to rush. With the pheasant's ability, the wall and the roof can be easily broken through, right? He thought so, He glanced at the roof with lingering fear.

At this time, everyone slowed down, and the little monk said in a panic: "I was scratched on the back, won't I be hurt?"

"Let me see."

The old Taoist turned the little monk over and heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's just that the clothes are torn.

The clothes on the back of the little monk were torn open, exposing his white back, and the old man touched it wretchedly.

Only then did Qin Feng think of Wangcai who had been rescued, and when he saw that Wangcai was lying on the ground bleeding, it seemed that he was only breathing out but not in.

"Wangcai! What's wrong with you, Wangcai? You can't die, Wangcai! The two of us have always lived together through thick and thin..."

The old Taoist hurried over: "Let me take a look."

I saw that Wangcai's head was pecked through, and the wound was extremely terrifying. It seemed that he would not die from this kind of injury.

"It's okay, I have the elixir for 280!" The old man patted his chest confidently.

"Really?" Qin Feng was overjoyed.

The old Taoist took out a small pill from his skirt, opened Wangcai's mouth and stuffed it in. Qin Feng was immediately overwhelmed by the powerful effect of this elixir.

I saw that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. You must know that it had pierced through the bones. It was really the elixir of life and death. At this time, Qin Feng finally believed in the identity of the experienced immortal.

"It turns out that you are really a fairy!"

"It's easy to say, and the poor are not enough to deceive mortals."

"Also called Banban..."

The old Taoist is very proud, it feels so good to be trusted, Qin Feng said with some embarrassment: "I also asked the old god to spend an elixir, I really don't know how to thank you

The old Taoist laughed and said: "Isn't it just a pill, I was looking for a chance to take it to restore my cultivation, but I just used it now, don't worry, I still have a lot of elixir, you mortals are rare, we gods... ....

As he talked, he touched his body, and when he touched his waist, he suddenly paused (ajcg), and now his face turned ashen: "Where is my gourd? Where is the gourd I put the elixir in? God ah…………"

The situation couldn't get any worse. It was the first time in Qin Feng's life that he encountered such an embarrassing situation. The three men were blocked in the house by a pheasant.

Now the little monk looks like a pear blossom with rain, just like a frightened little girl, while the old Taoist looks like he is out of his mind, obviously he lost the gourd containing the elixir, this kind of thing should be put on anyone's body, what about Qin Feng? He was holding Wangcai in a daze, reviewing a series of abnormal events that happened today.

At first, I met an old Taoist who looked like a fairy, then I met a handsome monk who looked like Xiaoshou, and then I met a pheasant who could twist steel bars into twists.

Any one of these three things is ridiculous, but all three happened at the same time. The old Taoist and the young monk seemed to be out of order, and then pushed forward, "The damn bird flu.....

Can't God give me a way to survive? Qin Feng feels that the most sensible thing to do now is to end his miserable life, do humane destruction or something, and then donate the body to the medical school to make some contributions. This is the only way for him to give back to the society Alright.

It's a pity that he hasn't given birth to any offspring yet, and someone needs to inherit the mountain.

The three of them were all in a daze, and they were unusually quiet at this moment, when Qin Feng was awakened by a dull roar.

This is... Xiaotian's cry, then... it's broken, the pheasant must have gone to Xiaotian!

When the old Taoist heard the voice, his eyes lit up: "Why did you forget that Qiongqi, it's okay, with your Qiongqi, the pheasant is definitely no match.

Qin Feng rolled his eyes: "Qongqi's fart, that's a dog, do you think it's harder than a steel bar?"

The old Taoist sighed: "Forget, forget, the innate divine power has long been lost in the blood of the living beings, alas..."

There was another silence, Qin Feng and Lao Dao stared at each other, then Qin Feng slapped his thigh and stood up: "Help me take care of Wangcai, I'm going to rescue Xiaotian!" The cabinet rushed out like the wind.

"Come back, you are no match for the pheasant..." The old Taoist urged loudly behind him.

What is this called, Qin Feng still doesn't believe it, a pheasant with beautiful feathers can be more fierce than an eagle or a vulture?

As soon as he got excited, he went up the mountain, and the pheasant came up as expected. At this time, Xiaotian also stopped roaring, and Qin Feng could think of what was happening now with his ass.

That pheasant's temper is extremely violent, it has reached the point of meeting gods and gods, meeting Buddhas and Buddhas, don't you see, even the steel bars of the windows are useless, and it kills a dog at the exit, even a tiger is not so efficient, And Xiaotian is a Tibetan Mastiff, who just happens to have the same temperament as this pheasant.

When they came to the place where the dog was tied, the situation was exactly as Qin Feng had guessed, the two sides were fighting...

Relying on the advantage of his size, Xiaotian was fighting the pheasant. Although he didn't hurt his vitals, his body was already marked with deep blood marks.

Xiaotian is a pure black Tibetan Mastiff, just like a black lion, now the blood is coming out of its body, making the fur stick to its body, it looks black and shiny, and the wounds can be seen that some of them are claws Yes, some of them were pecked out by pheasants very deeply.

However, Xiaotian is different from Wangcai. It is big, and it can guarantee a certain safe distance with a pounce of its claws, so it didn't let the pheasant really succeed.

The fight between the two sides made the pheasant quite embarrassing, and the chicken feathers were all over the place, but Xiaotian was even worse, his feet were caught so that his bones were exposed. It seemed that he could not escape death if this continued.

Qin Feng didn't care about being afraid, but there was nothing he could do, as if there was a piece of hot potato in front of him, helpless.

Suddenly there was a bang in his head, and the whole person froze, as if a voice was saying something in his head, he seemed to understand it, but he didn't seem to understand it.

Then, he wandered back to the back hill by some strange circumstances, and actually walked into the ancestral hall, standing in front of those inexplicable tablets with inexplicable patterns, countless messages flashed through his mind

But he just remembered an impression, and didn't remember anything clearly.

It can be summed up in two words, mission! What is his mission? I don't know.

But after all, he is ignorant and clear, no wonder he will stay here all the time, but what exactly is he guarding?

The information was too chaotic, as if tens of thousands of people were talking to him at the same time, and it was impossible for anyone to understand him.

At the end, Qin Feng murmured: "Mountain God, please Mountain God!".