Peerless Martial Soul

Low-grade spiritual grass is a very precious thing, and this is also true for these official disciples of Ziyang Sword Field.

Therefore, when he came up, he first asked for the low-grade spiritual grass.

Chen Feng said lightly: "Are you so sure that you can kill me?"

"Hahahaha, you little brat, you are really arrogant. We two brothers heard that you severely injured a man at the Medicine King Palace at noon today."

"This must be the source of your confidence! But let me tell you, most of the people in the Medicine King Palace are average in strength!"

"And our two brothers, besides Liu Heng, are the two strongest in the Medicine King Palace, and we have both reached the peak of the seventh floor of the Divine Gate Realm!"

"You can defeat that person, but you are definitely no match for our two brothers!"

Chen Feng sneered and said, "Then try it!"

The thin man on the side was already very impatient and said in a cold voice:

"Brother, what's the point of talking nonsense to this little brat? Just kill him! Take the low-grade spiritual grass from him!"

The two looked at each other and rushed towards Chen Feng at the same time.

They used the same move, which was shot with two palms, but the power was completely different.

The wind in one palm is like ice, extremely cold, while the other one is extremely hot, like a raging flame.

The two men came towards Chen Feng in a flanking attack.

There were cruel smiles in their eyes, as if they had seen Chen Feng being attacked by the two of them, half ice and half fire, being tortured to death in extremely painful ways.

The fat man sneered and shouted: "I just said, if you hand over the low-grade spiritual grass, we will let you die more happily. Who told you to be ignorant?"

"Then I can only let you taste the extreme pain of ice and fire! When you get to hell, don't blame us two brothers for being cruel."

They looked at Chen Feng as if he were looking at a dead man, and they did not think that Chen Feng could escape from the attack of the two brothers.

Chen Feng sneered: "It's you who die, not me."

He suddenly roared loudly, punched out with both fists, and the six dragons spun around and suddenly appeared.

A huge cyclone suddenly appeared between the two brothers, the fat man and the thin man. Then six dragon-shaped airflows inside were running wildly, creating a huge suction force.

The palm winds of both of them were directly deflected by the huge suction force, and they all hit the empty space.

The next moment, Chen Feng sneered, and the Purple Moon Sword was unsheathed!

He slashed through the air and shot out!

A half-moon-shaped sword with a diameter of one foot suddenly appeared.

Just like the cold moon falling into the mortal world, it passed through the air, and then passed over the bodies of their two brothers.

The two brothers only felt a chill on their bodies, and then nothing happened.

They were about to laugh loudly at Chen Feng, because they felt that Chen Feng's move had no effect on them.

Then, they suddenly discovered to their horror that their upper bodies had fallen directly.

Dropped on the floor!

At this time, they were horrified to discover that their legs had been cut off at the root. Only then did they feel severe pain.

They screamed on the ground in pain!

It turned out that the sword energy from Liakong's slash was so sharp that the two of them felt their bodies go cold and their limbs were severed without even feeling it.

Chen Feng stepped forward, without stopping, and struck out with both palms, directly shattering all the bones in their upper bodies.

The two people lay there like two pieces of meat, howling loudly.

Chen Feng didn't stop him. He knew that since these two people dared to come here to kill him, it meant that such things often happened in this place and no one would take care of them.

Sure enough, the two screamed for a while, but no one came to see them.

Chen Feng said lightly: "Liu Heng asked you to come, right? Did he really want to take away the spiritual grass, or did he want to take my life?"

The two men still screamed, but no one answered.

Chen Feng smiled coldly, stretched out his foot, stepped on their wounds and crushed them hard.

Severe pain came, and the fat man who was stepped on by him howled miserably: "Don't step on it, don't step on it, I said it, I said it."

"Liu Heng asked us to kill you, saying that the more miserable your death, the better!"

When Chen Feng heard this, he nodded slowly and sneered slightly: "Okay, I understand."

As he said that, a palm gust of wind struck and killed these two people.

After Chen Feng took out the mustard bags from both of them, he quickly left here.

In the inn, Chen Feng sat cross-legged, with fifteen low-grade spiritual grasses placed in front of him.

Five low-grade spiritual grasses were won by him, while the other ten low-grade spiritual grasses were found from the mustard seed bags of the fat man and the thin man.

The spiritual grass exudes a faint blue light, which is very magnificent.

Chen Feng remembered what Yue Linglong said that these spiritual herbs could be directly absorbed and transformed into huge spiritual energy.

He tried to take these fifteen spiritual grasses in his hands, and then began to practice Hunyuan Qigong, trying to guide the spiritual energy in the spiritual grasses.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he guided it, the spiritual energy in the spiritual grass burst out.

These spiritual energy poured into his body crazily, and then transformed into powerful Qi in the meridians, traveling through Chen Feng's body.

Gang Qi burst open an acupoint, condensing one cyclone after another inside.

Chen Feng was wildly surprised. The conversion efficiency of these spiritual grasses was extremely fast, hundreds of times higher than that of spiritual stones. They could be turned into spiritual energy almost effortlessly, and then nourished themselves and transformed into their own spiritual energy.