He knew that he could never be as shameless as Chen Bei.
After all, as a sword cultivator, he also has his own pride.
Chen Bei didn't expect that he actually got a pill from Qifeng with his casual words.
As the elixir entered his throat, Chen Bei felt a mild medicinal power, soaking into his sea of consciousness. Like a spring breeze blowing by, Chen Bei only felt a warmth filling his sea of consciousness. The inner demons and evil thoughts that had always been in the sea of consciousness were suppressed to a certain extent.
"The elixir is good." Chen Bei complimented without sincerity. Just when Qifeng thought that Chen Bei was going to praise his elixir, he heard Chen Bei say:
"Is there more?"
For a moment, Qi Feng felt as if he had eaten a dead fly in his throat. He turned his face away, even if he said one more word to Chen Bei, Qi Feng felt that he was extremely worthless.
However, when Qi Feng remained silent, Chen Bei approached him and asked, "It doesn't matter if you don't have it. Tell me the recipe and I will refine it myself."
Qi Feng frowned and felt that the dead fly he had just swallowed was spit out, leaving only half of it.
Even more disgusting!
Does this person really not know how to write face?
Return the prescription?
What are you thinking!
Qi Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the impatience in his heart, and then said: "The elixirs are all refined by the elders of the master's sect. I don't know the recipe."
Chen Bei noticed his perfunctory behavior and circled around Qi Feng before speaking:
"Don't refuse in a hurry."
"How about we make a deal?"
Qi Feng glanced at Chen Bei, seeing the seriousness written on his face, Qi Feng frowned again, wondering what this person was paying attention to.
"What deal?"
"Didn't I say before that I was almost killed?"
Chen Bei raised his eyebrows at Qi Feng naturally: "But, as you know, I have mastered the thunder method. Not only can the evil spirit not be able to get close to me, but I have also pinned it down."
"What do you think that is?"
What Chen Bei said was so mysterious that Qi Feng's interest was immediately piqued.
"What?"
"What is the name of an evil spirit that has existed for ten thousand years? Qin Chuan!"
"Just in this city, I have been trapped for more than a thousand years!"
"Qinchuan, there should be records in the history of the Saint Clan, right?"
Qi Feng thought for a while, and then his eyes suddenly brightened: "Is it really Qin Chuan?"
Chen Bei nodded: "How can it be fake?"
"I stripped him of his ten-thousand-year memory. Now I'm using his ten-thousand-year memory. How about exchanging it with you for something?"
Qi Feng paused. If what Chen Bei said about ten thousand years of memory is true, then this memory itself is a considerable fortune. Although time has passed and some things may have changed, those memories about cultivation If he could really get the experience and what he saw and heard, this trip would be worthwhile.
But!
What should I give in exchange for such a precious thing?
"What do you want?" Qi Feng said calmly, trying not to look too excited.
But as soon as Chen Bei opened his mouth, Qifeng directly tore the human skin covering his body to pieces.
"I want you!"
"Impossible!" Qi Feng suddenly took a step away from Chen Bei: "You are sick!"
Chen Bei looked Qi Feng up and down with disgust in his eyes: "You are the one who is sick!"
"I want you to help me kill someone."
"who?"
Chen Bei grinned: "Outside the human race, in Fulong Temple in the northwest, there is a monk named Mingze in the temple. Find a time and kill him."
"Who?!" Qi Feng's voice suddenly rose, as if he didn't expect Chen Bei to mention a complete stranger. The terrible thing is that this person is still from the human race.
Chen Bei glanced at him sideways: "You will know when you go out. He is just an old monk. Maybe by the time you go out, he will have died of old age."
Qi Feng paused after hearing what Chen Bei said, and the color on his face softened a lot: "Do you know why you wanted to kill him?"
"According to human architecture, the temples seem to be full of monks, right?"
"How did a group of monks burning incense provoke you?"
Chen Bei smiled faintly: "You don't have to worry about why I want to kill him, you just need to answer, within half a year, whether you agree or not!"
After a brief silence, Qifeng's voice became much firmer: "Kill!"
"That's good."
Chen Bei thought of the possible mountain protection formation at Fulong Temple, then looked at Qifeng, and silently added "good luck to you" in his heart.
As for that old monk, I wish you good luck in advance.
"Where's the memory?" Qi Feng looked at Chen Bei first, just waiting for Chen Bei to fulfill his promise to him.
Chen Bei looked at him as if he were a fool: "Don't you think that old monk is worthy of these ten thousand years of memory?"
"What else do you want?"
Qi Feng suppressed the anger in his heart, but he could only let Chen Bei make demands.
Chen Bei smiled: "If you are worried, I won't mention anything you can't do."
"Besides the two of us, there are ten people outside. Except for the woman with me, I want you to kill all those people outside."
Qifeng's eyes suddenly widened: "Why?"
"Where did you get so many and why?"
"Do you mean to kill or not to kill?"
This time, Chen Bei didn't have to wait long, and soon received Qifeng's answer: "Kill!"
"anything else?"
Now Qi Feng is smarter, but he doesn't think the lives of these people and a monk are worth those memories.
"Gone."
Chen Bei saw the confusion in Qi Feng's eyes and chuckled: "You should be able to see that I am not from your holy clan."
"So, I'm not very interested in those memories."
Qi Feng was silent for a long time, and then said: "Yes, and no matter when you make a request, I will agree to your request."
Chen Bei nodded, but he didn't expect that he would have an unexpected gain. But I don’t know if I can wait for this so-called request.
Suddenly, Chen Bei pointed at the center of his eyebrows, drawing the black mist out of his sea of consciousness. When Qi Feng saw this scene, he immediately relaxed his mind. Chen Bei pointed at the opportunity, and the black mist was The fog then directly entered Qi Feng's sea of consciousness.
And Qi Feng is also a fierce man. The moment the ten thousand years of memory entered the sea of consciousness, he couldn't wait to check it out.
However, the next second, Chen Bei saw Qifeng in front of him, holding his head in pain.
Chen Bei took a step back as if he had expected it, and then looked inwards at the Ruyi Stick in his Dantian:
"I didn't expect that what the old guy said was actually true."
Seeing Qi Feng's painful look, Chen Bei couldn't help but feel lucky that he hadn't been eager for quick success before.
Otherwise, he might become Qifeng's fallen soul now.
