Peerless Martial Soul

In the big tent, the extremely obvious and strong aura of the evil spirits of the Witch Clan rose.

Passed out.

Outside the big tent, dozens of righteous men wearing heavy armor and strong strength looked at each other in shock.

If such a breath had come from other places, they would have rushed over and crushed the enemy.

But here, there is an exception.

Just today, Fang Wanjian specially ordered to come down.

If the scent of the witch clan comes from the big tent here, don't pay attention.

They looked at each other.

The leader shook his hand: "We can't afford to offend those two people inside, so just pretend you don't know!"

"yes."

Everyone agreed and ignored this aura.

And they could feel the evil aura of the Wu clan coming from Chen Feng's tent, and Fang Wanjian could naturally sense it very clearly in the handsome tent not far away.

Ji Wanhao said in a deep voice: "Go down and tell them to be restrained."

Fang Wanjian smiled and shook his head: "Yan Changfeng and the two came from the evil spirits of the Wu Clan."

"The skills he cultivates naturally also have the aura of the evil spirits of the witch clan, which is perfectly normal."

"As long as the two of them can be moved by me, it doesn't matter even if they are from the Witch Clan and demons, let alone real human beings."

"You don't have to worry about it."

In the following time, Chen Feng remained in seclusion.

Basically, he only practices in the big tent all the time.

Occasionally, Tan Jia and others sent over some witch demon blood, but the quantity was small and the level was not high.

Chen Feng did not reject anyone who came.

Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, another twelve days passed.

A full half month has passed since Chen Feng and the two entered the White Bone Peak camp.

That day, evening, dusk.

The setting sun is like blood

Reflected on the towering Bone Peak, it looks even more desolate.

For the people at White Bone Peak Camp, this was an ordinary evening.

No one was worried.

After fighting for thousands of years, they have long known the characteristics of the Wu clan.

Although they are powerful individually, they are few in number.

The previous attempt to capture the main peak of Jiuyin had already strained our muscles and bones, so we would stop and rest for a few years before fighting again.

At least in the past few years, it can stop.

Chen Feng opened the curtain of the tent and walked out with a smile.

The strong human race guarding outside raised their hands and said, "Master Yan, are you going out again?"

Chen Feng smiled and nodded.

They were already very familiar with Mr. Yan's routine.

He would go out every evening and wander around the camp for several hours.

Sometimes, we have to climb the White Bone Peak to look far away, and only come back in the evening.

Then he continued practicing until the evening of the second day before going out.

Very regular.

Chen Feng raised his head and looked at the sunset in the distance, and suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

The setting sun shone in his eyes, and there seemed to be an endless cold wind.

He whispered softly: "It's time."

At this time, Chen Feng had completely returned to his former peak state.

In more than ten days, all his injuries had recovered.

Very full of spirit.

Even the large witch blood pool in the dantian contained a little more witch demon blood.

However, these were simply not enough for him to make further breakthroughs.

The Tiancan beast slave saw this and was anxious in his heart.

Chen Feng was not in a hurry at all. He was leisurely and leisurely every day, just wandering around the Witch Clan Demon Camp.

When Chen Feng walked out of the camp, a large group of people strode towards him from the opposite side.

This has been the case for the past half month,

At this time every day, they would come over to say hello to Chen Feng.

After all, they were already dependent on Chen Feng and the two of them, so this was a decent thing.

As for what I think in my heart, I don’t know.

Moreover, if anyone has the demon blood of the Witch Clan, they can sell it to Chen Feng at this time.

Chen Feng also refused to accept anyone who came.

These days, Chen Feng would also give them some benefits from time to time.

In half a month, the amount of great merit spread to them was already 30,000 to 50,000.

These were naturally borrowed from Fang Wanjian.

Fang Wanjian seemed to be extremely reassured by Chen Feng, and had a very special and strange sense of trust.

We don't refuse anyone who comes, and we can borrow as much as we want.

And Chen Feng also promised to pay it back within half a month.

At this time, the number of these people has increased from more than 30 before to more than 300 now.

However, nothing is too strong.

On the contrary, there are many people who are speculative, adapt to the wind, and have clever minds.

They discovered that there was an opportunity to make a fortune here, and few people really wanted to join.

It's all just to get some great results.

These people have many contacts, but their strength is not that great.

It doesn't seem to be of much use.

Many people were talking privately, wondering what Chen Feng was doing with such a bunch of trash.

Chen Feng said a few words to them calmly, and then collected some of the witch demon blood essence.

These people paid a cursory greeting and prepared to leave.

They have never regarded Chen Feng as their boss, they are just a cash cow.

What's more, they are not close to Chen Feng at all, but are much closer to Tan Jia.

Under the banner of Yan Changfeng and Tiancan Beast Slave, Tan Jia gathered all the people in his hands.

Among his subordinates, they only know that the boss is Tan Jia, and he has the final say.

As for Yan Changfeng and Tian Can, in their opinion, they were too far away and didn't care about anything at all.

Next to them, the strong men guarding the big account saw a flash of ridicule in their eyes when they saw the chaotic scene here.

"Yan Changfeng and Tiancan are really young."

"Yes, I was deceived and taken advantage of, and I'm still feeling smug about it."

"I really don't know why the commander-in-chief values ​​them so much. They are just two young boys with unknown origins."

They looked at Chen Feng and the two with a bit of jealousy in their eyes.

Very suspicious and disdainful.

Half a month ago, the two people arrived at the White Bone Peak Camp with shocking momentum, shocking everyone.

But within half a month, no achievements were made.

I either spent the whole day in the big tent or went out for a walk, but I didn't feel how powerful and mysterious it was at all.

This made the fear and awe in everyone's hearts gradually dissipate.

More importantly, they suspected that these two people had no ability at all.

Doubts continued.

Tan Jia raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Feng, a hint of amusement flashing deep in his eyes.

"These two idiots, I said a few nice words and made them both happy."

"Do you really take yourself seriously? Two swindlers!"

His eyes flashed with pride.

Everyone was about to leave.

Chen Feng suddenly stopped Tan Jia.

Tan Jia's eyes showed a respectful look and he whispered: "Master Yan, what are your orders?"

Chen Feng waved and led him to the side.

He lowered his voice and said softly: "At three o'clock tonight, you come to my big tent." "I have something important to tell you, and I have a big favor for you."