Peerless Martial Soul

The low-grade spirit grass is a very precious thing, and the same is true for these formal disciples of Ziyang Sword Field.

Therefore, he came up first and asked for the lower-grade spirit grass.

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

"Hahahaha, you little bastard, you are really arrogant. Both of our brothers heard that you were in the Medicine King Palace at noon today and severely injured a person."

"Presumably this is the source of your confidence! But tell you, the people in the Medicine King Palace. Most of the strengths are average!"

"And our two brothers are the two with the highest strength except Liu Heng in the Medicine King Palace, and both have reached the peak of the seventh building in the Divine Sect Realm!"

"You can beat that person, but you are definitely not the opponent of our two brothers!"

Chen Feng sneered and said, "Then try!"

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

"Brother, what is there to talk nonsense with this little bunny? Just kill him! Take the low-grade spirit grass from him!"

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

They used the same moves, both shot with two palms, but the powers were completely different.

In the palm of the wind, it was like ice, and the forest was extremely cold, while the other was extremely hot, like a blazing flame.

The two attacked Chen Feng.

There were cruel smiles in their eyes, as if they had seen Chen Feng in the midst of the attack between the two of them, half of the ice and half of the fire, being tortured to death, suffering incomparably.

The fat man sneered and shouted: "Just now I just said, if you hand over the lower-grade spirit grass, we will let you die a little bit easier, who told you to be ignorant?"

"Then you can only have a good taste of the incomparable pain and ice and fire! When you are in hell, don't blame our brothers for being cruel."

They looked at Chen Feng as if they were looking at a dead person. They didn't think Chen Feng could escape from the attack of the two brothers.

Chen Feng sneered: "It is you who died, not me."

He suddenly roared, punched out both fists, and the six dragons revolved and suddenly appeared.

A huge cyclone suddenly appeared between the fat and thin brothers, and then the six dragon-shaped air currents inside circulated wildly, producing great suction.

The palms of the two of them were directly deflected by the huge suction, and they all hit the empty space.

In the next moment, Chen Feng sneered, and Ziyue Dao was out of her sheath!

Slash in the air, shoot out!

A half-moon shape, one foot in diameter, and extremely sharp sword energy suddenly appeared.

Like Lengyue falling into mortal dust, it passed through the air, and then passed over the bodies of their two brothers.

The two brothers only felt a cold on their bodies, and then there was nothing.

They were about to laugh at Chen Feng loudly, because they felt that the move Chen Feng launched was useless to them.

Then, they suddenly discovered in horror that their upper body fell directly.

drop on the floor!

But at this time, they discovered to the utter horror that their legs had already been severed by Qi Gen, and the pain came.

They screamed in pain on the ground!

It turned out that the aura of the slashing air was too sharp, and the two of them directly fell into a cold, and their limbs were severed, and they did not feel it.

Chen Feng stepped forward, without stopping, his palms were shot continuously, directly smashing all the bones of the two of them.

The two lay there like two smashed meat, howling loudly.

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

Sure enough, the two screamed for a long time, and no one came to look.

Chen Feng said lightly: "Liu Heng asked you to come, didn't you? Is his original remark to take away the spirit grass, or to take my life?"

The two people still screamed, no one answered.

Chen Feng smiled coldly, stretched out his foot, and stomped on the wounds of both of them.

There was severe pain, and the fat man who was stepped on by him screamed, "Don't step on it, don't step on it, I said I said."

"Liu Heng asked us to kill you, saying that the worse you die, the better!"

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

With that, a palm wind blew the place, killing these two people.

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

In the inn, Chen Feng sat cross-legged, in front of him, there were fifteen low-grade spirit grasses.

He won the five low-grade spirit grasses, and the other ten low-grade spirit grasses were found in the mustard bags of fat and thin people.

Spirit grass exudes a blue light, very magnificent.

Chen Feng remembered what Yue Linglong had said, these spirit grasses could be directly absorbed and transformed into huge spirit energy.

He tried to hold these fifteen spiritual grasses in his hand, and then began to practice Hunyuan Yi Qigong, trying to channel the spiritual energy in the spiritual grass.

But he didn't expect him, just as soon as he guided, the aura in the spirit grass would burst out.

These spiritual qi rushed into his body madly, and then transformed into vigorous gang qi in the meridians, traveling through Chen Feng's body.

Gang Qi rushed open a hole, condensing one after another cyclone inside.

Chen Feng was madly surprised. The transformation efficiency of these spirit grasses was extremely fast, more than a hundred times that of spirit stones, and they could be transformed into spirit energy almost effortlessly, and then nourished themselves and transformed into their own gang energy.