833: C833 Powerful Effect

C833 Powerful Effect

"Is this Traceless Grass? Sure enough, it's amazing. I just don't know how long this state can last."

Sensing the difference from normal times, Zhao Feng was a little curious.

After all, this was related to his own life. No matter what Zhao Feng did, he had to give it a try first.

This was also the reason why he was willing to consume the Traceless Grass in front of Shadow and You Die.

About half an hour later, the condition of his body disappeared.

Zhao Feng nodded. If he could find the Traceless Grass, the medicinal effect would only be stronger than the medicinal herbs of the past twenty years. In other words, half an hour was the lowest limit.

With this time, it was already enough to walk out of the encirclement of the three sects.

Just like that, Zhao Feng began to search in the vicinity.

It had to be said that there were indeed quite a lot of traceless grass in this area. In just an hour, he had found four or five of them.

Even though the most effective one was only thirty years old, it was still only thirty years old. However, Zhao Feng still left these things in his storage ring.

Who knew when he would be able to use it? It was always good to be prepared.

But at this time, not far away, the sound of Vital Spirits exploding could be heard.

Zhao Feng was stunned. He ate a Traceless Grass and went in the direction of the sound. He could not let those people from the three sects come to this place. Otherwise, it would be detrimental to him.

If he attracted a large number of cultivators from the three sects, how could he continue to search for the Traceless Grass here?

He didn't go far before he found the place where they were fighting. What surprised him was that both sides were disciples of the Iron Slashing Pavilion.

Zhao Feng looked familiar from both sides. He had seen both of them that night.

"Senior brother, hand over the things! Junior Brother, I will let you live. Spirit weapons are not something you can possess."

In midair, a youth with a hideous face looked at a middle-aged man lying on the ground, covered in blood, and said with a cold snort.

Spirit weapon, is there really a spirit weapon in this place? Zhao Feng was stunned. Just as he was wondering, the middle-aged man on the ground suddenly moved.

Then he coughed dryly. "Hehe, will you let me go? I'm afraid that when I hand over the spirit artifact, it will be the time of my death!"

"That's right. However, if you hand over the spirit artifact, I can still make you feel more comfortable on your way. Otherwise, you will regret it."

The young man's face was full of savagery as he kept waving the sword in his hand. Every sword strike was not a vital part of the middle-aged man. This was what he wanted to do.

"Senior Brother, although I won't be late, as a disciple of the Iron Slashing Pavilion, my swordsmanship is not too bad. " If you don't say it, I don't mind letting you experience Chi Ling's feelings. "

"Don't, stop. I'll tell you everything. I didn't get any spiritual tools here at all. The reason I told you all that was to make Junior Sister happy. If you don't believe me, you can look at my storage ring."

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man turned into a blood gourd and shouted.

"No, you're not joking. I know that you don't have any inside your storage ring. I've already checked it when you were asleep. Where did you hide your spiritual tool?"

Hearing this, The middle-aged man was bragging in front of a girl in order to pick up girls. It was probably because he had the spiritual weapon.

The result was heard by the young man and his heart was aroused. That was why the result was like this.

Was there a spiritual weapon in there or not? Others might not know, but did Zhao Feng not know? It was all an illusion created by Gu Ya and him. It was just a lie.

After understanding everything, Zhao Feng smiled. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. It seemed like he didn't need to leave! It wasn't like all the disciples of the three sects were there that night. He could not defeat them.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he could settle the score with the two disciples of the Iron Slashing Pavilion.1

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng retracted his leg and kept moving towards the direction of the two disciples of the Iron Slashing Pavilion.

At this moment, the young man seemed to have been infuriated. He thrust his sword down and shouted.

"Good! Since you refuse to take it soft and hard, then don't blame me for being ruthless, junior brother. I will definitely obtain the spirit artifact. At that time, I will offer incense to you. "

Dark red blood was left on the middle-aged man's corpse, dyeing the entire grassland red.

Just as the youth took off the middle-aged man's storage ring and prepared to leave.

A deep voice suddenly came from somewhere. "Good! Junior brother, don't forget."

"Who, who is it? Hurry up and come out. Don't try to trick me here."

The young man suddenly stopped in his tracks. He quickly turned around and looked around in panic. If news of today's incident were to spread, the Iron Slashing Pavilion would definitely clean up the place. No matter when, it would be the most criticizing thing to do.

"Junior Brother, I'm right in front of you! What, I forgot about Senior Brother so quickly?"

When the voice was heard, the middle-aged man's corpse on the ground slowly sat up.

The youth stabbed out with his sword: "So you're not completely dead yet. Then I'll send you on your way."

Blood flowed out, but the voice still came from the middle-aged man's direction. "Junior brother, it's useless. I'm already a dead man. " Even if you're killing me, what's the use? I can't die again. "

As he spoke, the middle-aged man reached out his hand and was about to touch the young man.

This scene had scared the young man a long time ago. This wasn't an adjective, it was the truth.

Immediately, the young man was about to fly away with his flying sword, but at that moment, his feet suddenly sank, as if someone was pulling him from behind.

He was pulled down from the flying sword.

Because his center of gravity was not stable, the young man sat on the ground and kept moving backwards. Even though he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator and had experienced many battles, this was the first time he had experienced such a strange thing.

At this time, Zhao Feng tightly covered his mouth and felt a bit of pain. He didn't expect that the plot of the movie in the secular world would have such a good effect when it moved to the Underworld.

The middle-aged man was indeed dead. All of this was actually his doing.

"Senior Brother, you are magnanimous. Let me go! I was just muddle-headed for a moment!"

The young man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. Just as Zhao Feng was laughing, an ominous glint flashed across the young man's eyes.

He suddenly launched an attack and instantly chopped off the middle-aged man's head. "Senior brother, since you are already dead, you should just obediently be a dead man. Since I can kill you for the first time, then I can kill you for the second time."

As he spoke, the young man turned around and was about to leave. But at this moment, a water arrow suddenly came from behind and stopped him.

A playful and stiff voice sounded, "Junior Brother, why are you in such a hurry to leave? The way you kowtow, Senior Brother, I haven't seen enough!"

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