"Well, go ahead! Our fortune and life depend entirely on you."
Gu Qianqian couldn't withstand the mysterious woman's indiscriminate bombardment, so she decided to let Yang Feng test it out.
"Sister Qian, I'm afraid this is not easy! That crazy woman has a whole spiritual mine in her hands. It's better to wait for them to consume it first, and then I'll find a chance to get close."
It is said that distance brings beauty, and Yang Feng is not stupid. If the other party throws a piece of spiritual mineral at random, the energy contained in it can kill a monk on the fifth level of the ordinary Qi training period. He does not want to risk his life and leave Gu Qianqian a widow.
"It makes sense! I know you are a master who doesn't want to suffer losses."
When Gu Qianqian heard Yang Feng's words, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, a little joking.
"Sister Qian, free labor is not in vain if you don't use it."
At the moment, the scene is chaotic, no one cares about Yang Feng and his party, just kidding! As long as they kill the people on the spiritual mine, the spiritual mine will belong to them. Of course, these are their wishful thinking.
"Yueying, Yang Feng is trying to fish, why don't you drag him into the water and muddy the water?"
Mo Xiaosheng kept resisting the 'spiritual mines' thrown by the mysterious woman, seemingly with ease.
"Among our group of people, the one I can't see through the most is Yang Feng. The cultivation and combat power of the others are not much different. Even if you were at his cultivation level, you couldn't do what he did, right?"
Jiang Yueying directly compared Mo Xiaosheng and Yang Feng.
"Well, it is true that I am not as good as him at the same level, but I will prove to you that I am not worse than him."
Mo Xiaosheng accepted calmly that he was indeed not Yang Feng's opponent at the same level, but many times during training, it was about who was at a higher level, rather than fighting against each other at the same level.
"Well, I'm waiting for that day."
After saying that, Jiang Yueying stopped continuing the topic. The spiritual mine, which was like flint falling from the sky, still continued, but the momentum was not as fierce as it was at the beginning.
Seizing the right opportunity, Yang Feng stepped forward directly, with the ancient demon armor on his body to protect his body, and the broken sword spirit evil at his feet, running towards the figure on the spiritual mine.
"Damn it! This Yang Feng is so brave!"
"If you want to seize the spiritual mine, there is no way!"
"No one moves, look at me."
A man drew his bow and arrow, and aimed it at Yang Feng, who was wielding a sword in the air. It was a cloud-piercing arrow.
"Gou Ri! So cruel!"
I saw that the arrow was about to hit Yang Feng's back. At this time, Yang Feng's back seemed to have eyes.
He held a sword at his feet and pinched out magic formulas in his hands.
"The sword cuts through the void!"
After the arrow behind Yang Feng shattered, Yang Feng accelerated his sword control without stopping.
"Then what does Yang Feng want to do?"
"Aren't you afraid of provoking public anger?"
At this time, although people are tired, the spiritual mine is related to their own wealth. As the saying goes, people die for wealth and birds die for food, it is nothing more than this.
"This is what I can't see through him. He doesn't play according to common sense. We can just wait and see what happens."
Jiang Yueying motioned to Mo Xiaosheng to continue reading.
The entire spiritual mine was only consumed one-tenth due to the mysterious woman's crazy squandering. Even Yang Feng was speechless about this.
The people below are exhausted, and the consumption of this spiritual mine is simply not worth mentioning.
"Uh, crazy woman, no, girl, Yang Feng is polite."
Yang Feng wielded the sword with all his strength, and finally came to the mysterious woman. Looking at the peerless face and devilish figure in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Such a beautiful girl must be mute, right?"
Looking at the mysterious woman who didn't answer for a long time, Yang Feng couldn't help but whisper.
As soon as he finished speaking, a pile of spiritual minerals was thrown at Yang Feng involuntarily.
"Is there any mistake? Such a big pile will kill people!"
Without any hesitation, Yu Jian fled.
With this pile of spirit mines, Yang Feng estimated that even the monks in the late stage of foundation building would definitely die. Unless the physical body broke through to the bone tempering realm, even the ninth level of the mortal body would not be able to escape the misfortune.
I regret it. To be honest, Yang Feng really has nothing to do now.
"Crane Immortal, the number one immortal in the mortal world, help me quickly, your apprentice is about to die."
We naturally have to have a begging attitude when asking for help. Yang Feng changed his previous arrogance and domineering attitude and pretended to be docile. His little mouth became sweeter.
"Boy Yang, are you in trouble again? Tsk! No! It's the power of desolation. Is this that guy's game?"
Canxian was originally going to watch Yang Feng's joke first, but feeling the violent energy in this spiritual mine, he had no intention of joking, and he had so many thoughts at the same time.
"Hey! Canxian, your life is at stake, can you please stop deserting?"
Yang Feng was speechless while thinking crazily in his heart.
Seeing the desolate power in this stack of spiritual mines being released, Yang Feng felt a sense of despair in his heart. At this time, figures flashed through his mind, first his mother who was suffering from cancer, and then his father who didn't know where to go to seek medical advice. The last scene is the sad scene of Gu Qianqian.
"Ah! Double enchantment!"
For the first time, Yang Feng opened the two enchanting inscriptions carved on the ancient magic armor. One enchanting inscription can improve a large realm. Of course, this kind of inscription that improves cultivation is only obvious when the realm is low. In the future, when the realm rises, it must It would be difficult to improve his level again, unless Yang Feng could find a master of weapon refining to re-create the ancient magic armor.
"How is this possible? A set of armor, two inscriptions?"
The monks watching the show below were all shocked, especially Dongfang Po, who was extremely jealous.
"The ancient magic armor must be a rare treasure on the first floor of the Treasure Building."
Dongfang Po was specially recruited after all, and his vision was naturally unmatched by ordinary people.
"Sister-in-law Qian, is he the eldest brother?"
"Xiao Fengzi, if you want to die, we will die together."
Gu Qianqian couldn't care so much and rushed towards Yang Fengzai desperately.
"Hahaha! God has eyes, this Yang Huasha is finally going to die."
"Yang Feng, I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply."
Mo Xiaosheng was shocked again by Yang Feng's methods. There were two inscriptions engraved on a set of armor, which was beyond the scope of spiritual armor.
Although he has demon armor, there is only one inscription carved on his demon armor.
Even if he breaks through to the late solid stage now, if Yang Feng opens two enchanting inscriptions to improve his cultivation, he will have no chance.
"What a pity! People who defy heaven will not live long after all."
"Hahaha! The ancient magic armor is mine."
Dongfang Po took the first step, hoping to get the ancient magic armor before the desolate power in the spiritual mine was released.
Bang!
boom!
The stack of spiritual minerals totaled at least several hundred pieces, and the desolate power contained in them exploded in mid-air.
Everyone was drowned by the huge explosion.
"The demon armor locks life!"
"Armor of Frost, Sword Shatters the Stars!"
…
The aftermath of the horror buried everyone here.
In the main hall of Zhuxian University.
"The owner of Huangcheng is angry, what a pity! Otherwise, the quality of the freshmen of this class would be much better than the previous ones."
"It's nothing to be sorry for. To be honest, I was surprised that they could reach this point."
"It's just a pity that there is a top-quality spiritual vein under the deserted city. If Zhuxian University can obtain this spiritual vein, our school's overall ranking will definitely be improved to another level."
"Okay, now that the trial is over, we should each perform our duties and wait for the new students to start classes in a month."
…
In the Main Hall, after all the leaders of Zhuxian University left, a hand stretched out on the big 'screen' under the ruins.
The mysterious woman threw hundreds of pieces of spiritual minerals at once, and the energy fluctuations generated directly shocked everyone present to death.
"Huh, I, I can't die!"
Then a head poked out from under the ruins. His originally handsome features were now dyed yellow by the dust.
Yang Feng, the whole deserted city is a new student in the trial, but Yang Feng is the only one who is still alive.
At this time, Yang Feng was in a miserable state. The ancient magic armor on his body was already in pieces, but now it was in pieces.
The Lingsha Sword was not damaged much because it was less affected.
Yang Feng himself had one of his arms blown off by the force of desolation, and his whole body was miserable.
"Boy Yang, are you okay?"
Canxian's voice sounded in Yang Feng's heart.
"You, old man, you are blind! Do you think I am missing an arm or a leg?"
Yang Feng got angry when he mentioned this.
"Young man, don't be so angry! Calm down."
Canxian also knew that it was his fault this time. Yang Feng almost died because he didn't pay attention. However, the bodies in this trial were all fake, which was why Canxian relaxed his vigilance.
"You, let me tell you, from now on you can put it wherever you like. This small temple cannot accommodate your big Buddha."
Yang Feng was really angry this time. How could he take advantage of him and not do anything?
"Boy Yang, let's find the two enchanted inscriptions from the pile of fragments first. Don't rush me away. I still have good news to tell you. It's not too late to chase me away after hearing the good news. "
Canxian looked at an arm, Yang Feng looked disgraced, and tried not to laugh.
"I know."
Yang Feng replied angrily, and looked for the enchantment inscription among the debris.
"Stop sulking, your boy is a blessing in disguise this time."
"Stop talking to me about all these things."
Canxian deliberately whetted Yang Feng's appetite, but Yang Feng ignored him and silently put the two enchanted inscriptions he found into the Qiankun bag.
"Boy Yang, your biggest reliance on surviving this time is these two enchanted inscriptions and the strength of your physical body. Now that the armor is broken is not a bad thing. In the future, we will collect the materials and find a master refiner to rebuild it."
Canxian ignored the sulking Yang Feng and said to himself.
"Hmph! You still have the nerve to mention it, but my biggest trump card is now reduced to rubbish."
"Hehe! Don't worry! What I'm going to say next, Mr. Yang, is your new trump card this time. Feel the energy in your Dantian."
"snort!"
Although Yang Feng was disdainful, he still did as he was told.
You don’t know if you don’t feel it. When you feel it, the original gentle Yuanli becomes violent for some reason. This violent aura seems familiar, but you can’t remember it for a while.
"The power of desolation, and the stone you are holding in your hand, I didn't realize that your boy actually had the body of desolation. If you can cultivate this kind of physique, your future will be limitless, but the threshold is too high, you will have this kind of physique Ninety-nine percent of the monks turned away.”
"Then what you mean is that my desolate body is of no use anymore?"
