A moment later, on the second floor of Cangshan Ji Lingbao Pavilion.
Tian Buyou clasped his fists and said, "I see you, sir!"
Ling Feng said: "No need to be polite, please help me find the detailed information of a young knife master in the Mobei grassland. It is best to be in the orifice refining realm, and the true energy attribute is water."
Tian Buyou said: "Our secret guards don't have much intelligence in Mobei, but please rest assured, sir, my subordinates will definitely give you the news as soon as possible."
Ling Feng nodded, handed over the VIP card of Lingbao Pavilion, and said: "Then I'll beg you to give me another two hundred bottles of Jingyuan Dan!"
200 bottles of Jingyuan Dan require 16 million taels, and he still has 17 million taels in his card, which is enough.
"Okay, sir!"
Tian Buyou took the VIP card, crossed out 16 million taels, took 200 bottles of Jingyuan Dan, and returned the VIP card to Ling Feng.
Immediately, Ling Feng left Lingbao Pavilion and returned to Yuancang Peak and his own house.
At this time, Master Yuancang came in, handed a yellow bell-shaped magic weapon to Ling Feng, and said: "This bell is called Xuanjin Bell. It is an extremely strong defensive magic weapon. It is activated by true energy and can turn into A huge golden bell protects you, enough to withstand Wu Zong's several blows! At this time, you can take the opportunity to cast the Earth Escape Talisman and leave. Moreover, this mission is limited to three months, so don't be anxious and you can approach the target slowly."
Ling Feng took the magic weapon and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, I understand. However, I would like to ask Senior Brother Han to do me a favor!"
Master Yuancang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask him to come!"
After a while, Han Lang came to the house and asked, "Junior brother Lin, what do you want me to help you with?"
Ling Feng smiled and said, "I'll lend you your identity and let you pretend to be me for two days."
The reason why Han Lang was chosen was because they were similar in stature.
Han Lang suddenly realized and said with a smile: "No problem, I'll go to the training hall to get a task first!"
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Half an hour later, "Han Lang" went down the mountain!
Night, Luohe County, ghost market.
In a corridor, a ghost soldier with a sword on his waist and a ghost-face mask, with only his eyes and mouth exposed, put one hand on the long-lit lamp and twisted it hard.
A stone door opened in the wall, and the ghost soldiers walked in slowly.
Immediately, the stone door closed automatically, and in front of him was a tall palace with a black plaque "Yam Luo Palace" on it.
On both sides of the hall are ghost soldiers wearing ghost masks.
And a middle-aged man wearing a dark gold dragon robe and a crown sitting on the dark gold throne is none other than Yan Jun, the ruler of the ghost market in Luohe County.
Yan Jun said coldly: "What's the matter?"
The ghost soldier cupped his fists and said, "I have something important to report!"
"explain!"
"That means you're going to be finished!"
A trace of amusement flashed in the ghost soldier's eyes, and he suddenly smiled.
After he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a fleeting light, and he was in front of Yan Jun in an instant.
Yan Jun's expression changed dramatically. He was also a master who was near the peak of Qiao Refining. He concentrated all his energy on his right hand, and his palm instantly turned into pure black color, and then he shot out suddenly! This palm is the hand of Yama, the master-level master of Ghost City, and those who hit it will be wiped out in an instant!
However, what greeted him was a golden fist, and the illusion of a huge white tiger appeared instantly, suddenly impacting his mind and causing him to fall into a state of trance. Immediately, the golden fist easily shattered his palm and hit his chest. The golden fist force invaded his heart and exploded suddenly. Yan Jun's eyes instantly lost all luster, and his body hit the wall behind the dark gold throne like a cannonball.
At this time, all the ghost soldiers were about to draw their swords, but they were stunned for a moment. Master Yan Jun died without even being able to withstand a single move! Even Yan Jun, whose martial arts is unfathomable, died, so naturally they dispersed immediately!
"Can you run?"
The corner of the ghost soldier's mouth slightly raised, and dozens of golden sword energy shot out from the apertures around his body, piercing the bodies of all the ghost soldiers!
Immediately, he took off the ghost face mask, revealing Ling Feng's face. The reason why he didn't go directly to the Mobei Grassland was because he wanted to divert his attention by making diversions. The Netherworld Palace has more than one or two people in the Canglang Sword Sect. As long as Ling Feng goes down the mountain, he can't hide it. Therefore, he planned to do a little more to prevent Netherworld Palace from guessing that his purpose was Mobei.
Immediately, he took off a mustard bag from Yan Jun's body. After scanning his soul, he found that there were not many items inside, only a second-grade divine weapon-grade Xuanyin long sword, a bottle each of fourth-level Condensing Yuan Pill, Guiyuan Pill, and Holy Lotus Pill, and a third-level Bigu Pill. , poison-avoiding pills, and detoxifying pills. There is also a stack of third-level earth escape talismans!
If Ling Feng hadn't suddenly become violent, he might have let him run away!
However, the property in the ghost market was naturally more than that. Ling Feng scanned with his soul and found an underground entrance under Yan Jun's throne. So, the power of his essence was concentrated on his feet, he used the earth-shattering kick technique, and suddenly stamped his feet.
Violent vibrations spread, and dense black cracks spread like spider webs on the ground. Immediately, one part of the masonry shattered and collapsed, revealing a black passage.
Ling Feng entered the passage and gradually went down, only to see a huge underground warehouse.
There are thousands of high-grade magical talismans of various types, hundreds of high-grade sharp weapons of various types, tens of thousands of kilograms of high-grade refined materials such as black iron and cold iron, more than fifty high-grade magic tools of various types, and hundreds of bottles of third-order elixirs of various types. There are more than a hundred books on the secrets of superior and innate skills.
Ling Feng raised his lips slightly. The total value of these things was fifty to sixty million taels, which was considered a windfall. Immediately, he directly collected all the Xumi bracelets, and then quickly left, heading to the Jiujiang County Ghost Market.
However, when Ling Feng arrived at the Jiujiang County Ghost Market, the Hall of Hell was already empty, and the contents of the treasure house had also been emptied.
Obviously, Ling Feng had previously looted the ghost market in Luohe County, which had alerted the top management of the ghost market and moved all the ghost markets.
Ling Feng returned to Qinghe County again and came to Ningcuifeng's medicine hall.
In a courtyard, the monk Kujie was sitting cross-legged in the house, meditating and practicing, with golden light flowing all over his body, like an Arhat's golden body.
Suddenly, a trace of black energy appeared on Ku Jie's face, and his expression became ferocious. A few minutes later, a golden glow appeared between his eyebrows, and his expression became peaceful. Immediately, he opened his eyes and saw Ling Feng standing in front of him.
Kujie clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Donor Lin's martial arts are becoming more and more unfathomable!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly and said: "Master, thank you for your praise. Master is really diligent and fast. His cultivation has reached the peak of refining, and he is only one step away from innate perfection! However, master, can you tell me why I am haunted by demonic thoughts again?" , and it is even more serious than last time. In your current state, if you are not careful, you will fall into the devil's path, and more than a hundred disciples in the medicine hall will die at the hands of the master!"
Monk Kujie was silent for a moment and said: "I can't say anything about this. If the donor was worried that something would happen to me, he would kill me with one strike!"
After he finished speaking, he seemed to close his eyes and wait for death.
"Okay, I'll make it happen for you!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he slapped out a palm.
The bitter precept does not dodge or avoid, let it be imprinted between the eyebrows.
