"Feng Qingyun."
"To perfectly extract your holy talent, you need extremely special and rare materials, as well as a unique formation."
Feng Zhenlei said: "Fortunately, by chance, I got to know the demon clan."
"I have to say that the demons are a powerful race!"
"Even such rare and special materials and unique formations can be found!"
"You are just a tool for them to use. How could the demons be so kind!"
An angry look appeared on Feng Qingyun's face.
"Everyone takes what they need."
Feng Wushang said noncommittally: "In Zhongzhou, the demons are just a group of guys who don't deserve to be on the stage."
"So what if we get them to start?"
"In the human world, they can't make any waves!"
"Besides, if the sky falls and there is someone tall to hold it up, what should we be afraid of?"
"at the moment……"
"Securing your holy talent is the first priority!"
"Go to hell!"
At this moment, Feng Qingyun suddenly took action!
He won't be captured without mercy!
Fight to the death and resist!
Even if it's just to replace one of these vicious father and son, it's still a good deal!
"You have been severely injured and your cultivation level is not as good as mine. Why should you resist?"
Upon seeing this, Feng Zhenlei, who had expected it, immediately sneered and jumped forward.
only……
What he didn't expect was that Feng Qingyun had a profound understanding of the Twelve-Shaped Fist, and he actually took one of his moves with just his martial arts skills!
It's a pity that there is a gap in cultivation between the two sides, and Feng Qingyun is seriously injured, how can he possibly win?
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
He was kicked to the ground hard.
Immediately, his limbs were tied with chains and his jaw was removed to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide!
The whole person was placed in a dark and damp formation!
Surrounded by evil spirit!
"Next, it only takes one night for the formation to drain your life and soul, and tomorrow, you will become a dead person."
"And I, Feng Wushang, will take away the holy talent that belongs to me in your current position!"
"By the time……"
"I am the true proud man of heaven!"
"Ha ha……"
Immediately after everything was settled, Feng Zhenlei and Feng Wushang left.
"No!"
"This is not the fate I, Feng Qingyun, want!"
"What's mine is mine. No one can take it away without my consent, Feng Qingyun!"
"Feng Zhenlei, Feng Wushang, you are all going to die!"
"They're all going to die!"
Feng Qingyun roared!
Struggling!
However……
But he couldn't stop the formation from depriving him of his vitality and soul!
He even felt that they were passing by!
At a speed visible to the naked eye!
"It turns out everything was a calculation!"
"It's all a trap!"
"My mother didn't die of illness!"
"The love between father and son and brotherhood over the years are all staged!"
Feng Qingyun roared loudly and tried his best to break free!
"I want to live!"
"Stay alive!"
Just when his consciousness began to blur and he was on the verge of death.
suddenly……
"Buzz!"
"Token of all realms, trade all things!"
A majestic voice instantly pulled his consciousness back from the darkness, making him a little clearer at this moment.
Immediately, like a drowning man, he grabbed the life-saving straw and grabbed it without hesitation!
"This is Wanjie Bank."
"Feng Qingyun, what do you want to trade?"
Chen Fan asked.
"revenge!"
Feng Qingyun was in extremely bad condition at this time, paralyzed at the gate of Wanjie Bank.
Little by little, he kept squeezing his body's potential and climbed into the hall of Wanjie Bank System!
During this period, Chen Mi wanted to step forward to help.
Chen Fan stopped it!
He knew that Feng Qingyun could do it, and he knew that every time Feng Qingyun felt more pain, the hatred in his heart became more intense!
"Can."
When Feng Qingyun climbed into the hall, Chen Fan thought, and Feng Qingyun's body rose into the air and landed on the tables and chairs.
His whole body was lying on the table!
"but……"
"What price can you pay?"
Chen Fan entered Chen Xiaohei's body, slowly came to sit in front of Feng Qingyun, stared into the man's eyes, and asked: "Feng Wushang is the legitimate son of the Feng family, and his strength is at the middle level of the Emperor Spirit Realm!"
"Feng Zhenlei is the head of the Feng family, a middle-grade spiritual master, and the deacon of the Leopard Hall!"
"If this owner of the village helps you kill them, the entire Leopard Hall and the entire Xingxiu City will be offended!"
"Use my holy talent!"
Feng Qingyun roared like a madman!
His temperament changed drastically!
The beliefs that I held on to in the past have collapsed, and my past image has also changed drastically!
He stared at Chen Fan and said without fear: "I just want revenge!"
"This is the most valuable thing in my body!"
“I don’t know how many people dream of it!”
"Even your Wanjie Bank must be extremely eager for it!"
However, the next moment, Chen Fan shook his head lightly and said, "I want your freedom."
"Freedom for life!"
With that said, he directly took the soul contract from Xiao Mi Mi, then slapped it directly in front of Feng Qingyun and said, "Sign the soul contract!"
"From now on, you will be the apprentice of Wanjie Bank!"
"Work for the owner of the village for life!"
"Afterwards, this village owner will help you kill Feng Zhenlei and Feng Wushang!"
"how?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyun was stunned, staring at the soul contract between illusion and reality, and paused for a moment.
He obviously didn't expect that the other party would make such a condition!
"I sign!"
Immediately, he signed without hesitation!
As long as I can get revenge!
If he could kill that vicious father and son, he would be willing to die!
How much more to give freedom?
"good!"
Chen Fan nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Feng Qingyun, next you will get an eighth-grade sister pill to repair your current injuries."
"The owner of this village will temporarily lend you the King of Sacred Artifacts."
The next moment, Chen Mi handed Feng Qingyun an eighth-grade sister pill to repair the injury.
"Thank you, owner!"
Feng Qingyun took it directly.
After recovering from his injuries, he took Xiaoqing and turned around to leave.
When he appeared in the dungeon again, Feng Wushang suddenly opened the dungeon, eager to check Feng Qingyun's current state.
Take a look at the former glorious Feng Qingyun, looking miserable and miserable!
Take a look, how long it will be until you get the holy talent!
However……
"Crack!"
The scene he expected did not appear. Instead, he saw a green long sword, easily cutting off all the chains on Feng Qingyun's body!
Together with the formation, it was also directly destroyed!
"Feng Qingyun, you..."
Feng Wushang's expression changed and he stood up in shock.
what's the situation?
"King of Sacred Artifacts!"
"How come you have the King of Sacred Artifacts?!"
He immediately turned his attention to Xiaoqing, and his whole body began to tremble violently...
