Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng sneered and hit the big black arrow of the young man in green with his big hand seal. The big arrow made of metal was broken. The young man in green was shocked and retreated hastily, but it was too late and was hit in the head by Chen Feng. His head exploded like a smashed watermelon, completely dead.

Chen Feng walked towards the young man in purple.

The young man in purple clothes was still shouting at this time: "If you dare to lay a finger on me, the Qingmu Sect will definitely hunt you down until you die!"

"Then let them come!" Chen Feng smiled coldly, condensed his big handprint, and blasted the chest of the young man in purple.

The young man in purple glared at Chen Feng with unblinking eyes. He didn't expect that Chen Feng would actually dare to kill him.

Chen Feng sneered, turned around and put the wolf cubs into the cloth bags, then walked to the purple-clothed youth and the green-clothed youth and dug around on them for a while.

"Oh, it turned out to be three middle-grade spiritual stones. This man is indeed the son of the elder of the Qingmu Sect. He is really rich! A rich man!"

Chen Feng looked at the three middle-grade spiritual stones in his hand and felt a burst of joy. This medium-grade spiritual stone is two inches in diameter, crystal clear, and filled with spiritual energy. You can tell by looking at it that it is not an ordinary stone. The function of the middle-grade spirit stone is similar to that of the low-grade spirit stone, but the amount of spiritual energy contained in it is far greater. The spiritual energy contained in a middle-grade spiritual stone is equivalent to fifty times that of the kind of spiritual stone Chen Feng used before!

He was equivalent to getting one hundred and fifty low-grade spiritual stones.

In addition, a large pile of gold tickets was also found on the young man in purple, totaling five thousand taels of gold. But this is of little use. In the world of warriors, the common currency is spirit stones, and only gold and silver are used among ordinary people.

The young man in Tsing Yi is relatively poor, which is normal. After all, his status is low. Chen Feng did not take his big bow and arrows. This weapon was not suitable for him and could easily reveal his identity.

After the body search was completed, Chen Feng left quickly.

A moment after he left, there was a gust of wind, and several people appeared here. When they saw the two corpses on the ground, their expressions changed drastically.

A middle-aged man in brocade robes in his fifties walked to the corpse and took a look, then walked to the wolf den and took a look. He grabbed his hand in the wind, sniffed it gently, and said in a deep voice: "One." Zhancha killed the second young master here before. The man was very powerful and heavy, and he must have practiced masculine and domineering martial arts. Moreover, he also brought a few wolf cubs with him. He can't run far, chase him!"

"yes!"

Several people nodded together and chased after each other.

…

Deep outside the Aomori Mountains, in the dense forest, a figure flashed quickly.

He was tall and tall, extremely handsome, and he was holding a big package in his hand.

It was Chen Feng.

He hid behind a big tree and felt around. He felt that there should be no pursuing soldiers around, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After killing the young man in purple yesterday, he had been feeling like someone was following him, and he almost caught up with him several times. Fortunately, he didn't run too slowly. He could be faster, but the problem was that he was holding these little wolf cubs in his hands. These little wolf cubs were not too heavy and were not a burden for Chen Feng to carry, but they ate too much and always growled for food, so Chen Feng had to stop and feed them from time to time.

The wolf cubs that we finally got can't starve to death, right?

At this time, several wolf cubs in the bag started to bark again. Chen Feng shook his head helplessly and untied the bag. He saw several wolf cubs howling with their mouths open. Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said: "Why are you hungry again? "

Fortunately, he was prepared and was holding a pig leg in his hand. This was a wild boar he killed yesterday. He was just halfway through roasting when he realized someone was chasing him and ran away quickly. In one day, the wild boar was chewed down to the point where only one hind leg was left. He didn't eat a bite, but the wolf cubs had eaten all of it.

As expected of the descendants of acquired fifth-level monsters, these wolf cubs are particularly good at eating, but they have not grown in size. It seems that the growth period is very long.

Chen Feng put the bundle on the ground and threw the pig leg to the little wolf cubs. The little wolf cubs immediately climbed up and started biting, and soon they devoured the pig leg that was as big as them.

Chen Feng was meditating on the side and seizing the time to practice.

Suddenly, he stood up, stared at one place, and shouted in a deep voice: "Come out when you are here, hiding your head and showing your tail, what do you think?"

From the position he was staring at, a long laugh came from the woods, and a middle-aged man in a blue shirt walked out. He was thin, but very tall, and looked like he could be knocked down by a gust of wind. His face was shriveled, like a skeleton covered with skin, and a pair of triangular eyes shone with a cold and vicious light.

He looked Chen Feng up and down: "Boy, did you kill my master's second son?"

Chen Feng knew that denying it at this time was useless, and snorted coldly: "He wants to kill me, and I have no choice but to kill him."

"Boy, do you know who my master is? He is the dignified elder of the Aoki Sect, a powerful being in the Shenmen realm! You little beast, how dare you kill his son, you simply don't know how to live or die! Now kneel on the ground and give me If I kowtow a hundred times and lose my true energy, I will let you suffer less. Otherwise, I will let you know my methods!" the middle-aged man in blue shouted sharply.

"If you want to fight, just fight. Why is there so much nonsense?"