Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 118 Goodbye Diyang Wumeng

Sitting cross-legged:

"Fire snake, Qi and blood come out of the Mingmen, pass through the Xuanshu, pass through the spine, through the central nervous system to the tendons..."

A trace of qi and blood separated from the sea of ​​blood and began to flow slowly in the body under the control of Qin Feng's spiritual thoughts.

Qin Feng was not in a hurry. He carefully felt the impact of the blood and qi on each meridian and his own feelings. Time passed unknowingly and there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, it's time to wash up!"

Qin Feng exhaled a breath of foul air, then he opened his eyes:

"come in!"

The waiter pushed the door open, put down all the toiletries and left.

As Qin Feng was cleaning up, he recalled the four styles of blood circulation and thought to himself, "It only takes four breaths to release the fire from the start of blood collection. But it takes ten breaths to release the fire. It seems that I still need to intensify my practice and master it as soon as possible!"

In fact, everything in the world is like this. It is not difficult to copy a portrait, but the difficult part is the birth of the first portrait.

After everything was packed, three people were already waiting outside the inn.

At this time, Xu Gun was staring at a very tall, pure white wind-chasing beast in front of him with his eyes wide open, almost crying.

Looking at his brown wind chaser, although it is rare among ordinary ones, it is not on the same level as this elite wind chaser. If we talk about the price, he only needs 300 to 500 knife coins, while the other one needs at least 2000 to 3000 knife coins!

Brown is common, white is elite, red is rare, black is legendary.

Even the saddle pad on the back of the Wind Chaser seems to be very expensive!

The person who led the horse and dropped the stool turned out to be the innkeeper, this is a bit !!!!!!

When Qin Feng saw this, he did not act pretentiously. He thanked the store owner, who was frightened and bowed deeply. He watched the few people leave with the whip.

Qin Feng walked away, and the shopkeeper retracted his expression. His slightly cloudy eyes glowed brightly, and he stood up straight and nodded:

"The Ninth Master is truly incomparable to ordinary people!"

This is the report from the waiter behind me:

"Shopkeeper, the third elder of the Yin-Yang family in Xihua County is staying at the inn!"

The shopkeeper said coldly without even turning his head:

"Humph! A mere ninth-level spiritual cultivator comes to ask me. You can make your own arrangements!"

"Yes!"

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He controlled the Wind Chasing Beast without any injury and made it reach its limit speed in order to avenge his previous defeat. The little mute was so happy that he giggled!

"Hmph! Let this old guy eat his fart! Hahahaha!"

Qin Feng was speechless!

Yanhai is located at the westernmost part of Chang'an County in the northwest of the Spirit Beast Paradise. To get to Yanhai, you must pass through Chang'an County. There is an official road connecting the two counties, so the journey is safe and sound. The Wind Chaser Beast ran for thirteen days and finally saw the huge dark gray city wall of Chang'an County standing proudly in the distance.

"Wu Li Pu!"

A large archway appeared at a four-way intersection, which was bustling with people.

"Sir, it's getting late. Although we can reach Chang'an County in a hurry, the old man is still far away. Why don't we stay here tonight and go into the city early tomorrow morning?"

Qin Feng looked at the little mute with a bitter face and smiled:

"Okay, let's do it here! Otherwise our little mute will starve!"

The little mute was delighted when he heard this and smiled harmlessly:

"Okay! Little mute, we ate all the buns a few days ago. Look at your face these days, it's as droopy as a pumpkin!"

"Wooooooa ...

"Hahahaha, let's go! Let's stay at the inn!"

Walk past the big archway and you will see the first large attic at the opposite fork. The sign on it is the Ranger Inn.

Qin Feng was convinced that he could stay at the Ranger Inn every day along the way.

As we approached the inn, we heard a commotion in the open space outside the inn. Then the crowd dispersed, leaving only a dozen people standing there to watch.

Qin Feng and the other two were riding on the Wind-Chasing Beast and were also trapped on the spot.

Looking around, he saw two groups of people confronting each other outside the inn. Qin Feng saw that two people in one of the groups looked familiar. After thinking about it, he recognized them. They were Bai Ju and Zhong Kui, who had drunk together outside the pink peach forest.

Bai Ju, Zhong Kui and seven or eight young men were standing together, and opposite them was a pretty boy waving a folding fan and laughing loudly, and behind him was a giant hellhound baring its teeth. Qin Feng was amused when he saw it:

"Hey! Uncle Wushang, do you think that big dog is Diyang Wumeng?"

It's harmless to look at it at a glance, isn't it?

"Hey, it's true! This damn thing, the master is dead, but he is still alive!"

"Hmm! It looks like the owner has changed!"

"Hehe! You traitor, shameless!"

"Hahahaha, Bai Ju, you, the son of a bitch, still want my Bai family's resources? You're dreaming! Your mother, that bitch, has been living with you in the outer house for thirty years and no one has paid attention to you. I don't know what means you used to make your uncle notice you and bring you back to the family for special training. You're dreaming!"

Hearing the other party calling his mother a bitch, Bai Ju was already furious.

"Bai Xianren, shut up. If your father and his brother hadn't made up stories and sowed discord, how could he have driven me and my mother out? It's retribution, retribution. Now that Bai Xianyu's life and death are unknown, it's only a matter of time before the Qi Laogou family falls. If your family continues to bully like this, it will sooner or later follow in his footsteps. My father called me back because of my hard work. I am now at level five, and you consume a lot of resources every year. You and I are of the same age, but your cultivation level is the same as mine. Do you have the nerve to criticize me?"

Bai Xianren was struck by the last sentence and became furious:

"Humph! The son of a lowly slave is a lowly slave. How dare you speak to me like that? I think you are tired of living! Today I am going to teach you a lesson!"

After Bai Xianren finished speaking, he turned to Yang Wumeng behind him and said:

"Old dog, I'm going to take care of this kid myself. If anyone else dares to move, they'll be killed on the spot!"

After hearing this, Diyang Wu Meng's eyes flashed with ferocity.

Bai Xianren's body suddenly grew taller, and a solid body appeared behind his head. In his hand was a light red jade staff, and a large red crystal on the thumb end of the staff emitted a dazzling red light.

Qin Feng took a look and thought, hehe! A fifth-level fire-attribute cultivator. According to Bai Ju, Bai Xianren and Bai Xianyu should be blood relatives. This family has a good bloodline, but they don't sound like good people!

"Uncle Wushang, who is this Bai Xianren?"

"Oh, young master, this Bai Xianren is the third son of the sixth elder of the Bai family in Chang'an City. The sixth elder Bai Yulun and Bai Xianyu's father, the seventh elder Bai Yukun, are brothers born to the same parents. The head of the Bai family in Chang'an City, Bai Baoshan, has eight half-brothers, and his seven brothers are the seven elders of the family. As far as I know, only Bai Yulun and Bai Yukun are fire-attributed cultivators, so they have been treated differently by their father since childhood, so they are more arrogant and domineering. The sons of these two are also like this, none of them is a good thing!"

"Hey! The top beam is not straight!"

While they were gossiping, a fight had already started on the field:

It has to be said that it is a truth that fire-attributed cultivators are hard to find rivals at the same level. The two of them seemed to have a deep hatred and had begun to burn their blood from the very beginning.

Even though Bai Ju was holding a 2-foot-80 white jade sword and fighting at close range at speed as fast as the wind, each of his attacks was still blocked by the fireballs emitted by Bai Xianren's jade staff.