This is what he said in his heart.

He lived for a lifetime, which was completely different from his previous life.

In the previous life, I took feelings lightly and valued more interests. I used any means to get promoted and did not hesitate to take advantage of human weaknesses and feelings.

Only after living for a lifetime can you understand that feelings are the true meaning of life. Don’t value emotions, and living is too boring.

Therefore, he could not tolerate such animals living in the world. It was a blasphemy and defilement of this world, and it must be eliminated!

"...Okay, then I won't persuade you anymore." Lu Zheng said in a deep voice: "Listen!"

He explained the Qianyuan Art.

Leng Fei remembered it once and asked about the tricks carefully. Lu Zheng explained it one by one without any hesitation at all.

Leng Fei knew that Wang Fa was able to escape his life and was also the secret of Qianyuan Art. The two must have a close relationship, so sharing this art is like himself and Zhang Tianpeng and Song Yiyang.

Wang Fa occasionally interrupted and expressed his own opinions. Leng Fei would occasionally tell his understanding. The three of them participated in each other's research, and Leng Fei quickly understood the Qianyuan Art.

After a while, Leng Fei took a deep breath and became different. He seemed to have no temperature and breath, and it seemed to have become a stone, completely merging with the surrounding environment, making it difficult to distinguish between each other.

"Okay!" Lu Zheng and Wang Fa both stroking their hands.

This kind of understanding was the first time they saw it.

"Xiao Leng, I have changed my mind!" Lu Zheng said in a deep voice.

Wang Fa nodded: "Let's wait."

Lu Zheng said: "One year, one year, let them live for a year, and you will kill them again in a year!"

He felt that according to Leng Fei's understanding, after taking the marrow-cleaning pill, he should be able to enter the Qi training realm soon, and even enter the Second Tower in a year.

With his natural divine power, the second level building can also fight to face the sixth level building to protect himself.

Leng Fei shook his head: "Senior Lu, I can't stand it. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. I'm not a gentleman, I can't stand it for ten years!"

"Oh..." Lu Zheng sighed.

He said that this year lasted, and it seemed that thousands of ants were biting their hearts. But in order to truly take revenge, it would be better to endure it for a year.

Wang Fa said: "Since that's the case, let Xiao Leng try it."

He took out a deer skin bag from his arms and handed it to Leng Fei: "Look at you using a flying knife, this is my collection."

Leng Fei took it and spread the deer-skinned bag, but there was a row of snow-colored and cold flying knives. Each flying knives burst out with cold light, just like the solid cold air.

"Good knife!" Leng Fei exclaimed.

Wang Fa said: "This is a strange adventure I got when I was young, and it hasn't been used for more than 40 years."

Leng Fei was not polite. With this flying knife, he was like a tiger with wings. He directly put the deer skin on his waist, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, senior, I need some poison. The more poison the better, the more blood is, the throat will be sealed."

"For you." Lu Zheng took out two porcelain bottles from his arms, one black and one white: "The white one is poison, and the black one is the antidote."

Lu Zheng said: "This is a three-step scattering. You can only live three breaths. Those who are in the mean will die. Even those who practice Qi will be useless."

Leng Fei smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

"You can take it with the antidote. The less the antidote, the shorter the life, the more the antidote, the longer you live."

"Okay, that's it!" Leng Fei said.

"Tell you about Heming Mountain... The owner of Heming Mountain is a disciple of Baixiang Sect. This is almost a semi-public secret. He is doing some private matters for Baixiang Sect." Lu Zheng said coldly: "Heming Mountain's martial arts is not the martial arts of Baixiang Sect, but it is a unique line. It should be inherited by other sects obtained by Baixiang Sect, especially the sharp sword skills."

Leng Fei listened carefully.

Lu Zheng said: "There is no good person in Heming Mountain. They are all bandits, but they are not astonishing as talented people. Don't be careless."

Wang Fa nodded: "There are six cave masters below the mountain master, and the spring master below. Each spring master leads twenty people. This time they are from Yiquan people!"

His face became distorted again, remembering the situation at that time.

Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and squeaked, and the sound came out from his teeth: "The Master Quan was named Jiang!"

Leng Fei nodded slowly.

Wang Fa snorted: "Master Quan is a Qi training man in the Sixth Level Tower, with a total of twenty people!"

Lu Zheng's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were filled with blood.

Leng Fei clasped his fists and said, "Two seniors, then I'll go!"

"Wait a minute!" Lu Zheng said.

Leng Fei looked over.

Lu Zheng took out a piece of cloth from his arms and handed it to him: "This is a map of Heming Mountain, which can save some effort."

Leng Fei took it and glanced, nodded, and gave it back to Lu Zheng: "Then I'll go!"

He thought about it, and suddenly crawled into the woods and made a secret note of the White Elephant Sect in the blood-filled land. This was a secret note learned from Li Xijiang and Li Xihai. Neither of them knew that he had learned it with his extraordinary eyesight and memory.

He galloped straight out of the woods.

"Old Wang, is he really going to take revenge?" Lu Zheng turned his head and looked at Wang Fa.

Wang Fa nodded: "Yes."

"Can you come back alive?" Lu Zheng asked.

"Can...."

"Do we want to go?"

"it's useless."

"We are just waste, we have been staying in the Ice Valley, and have ruined ourselves and have no courage to give up our death."

"We're dead, who cares for those poor children?"

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Leng Fei ran all the way and ran out for an hour in one breath, but without feeling tired, he became more and more energetic.

He was so excited that he was crazy.

This taste is something he has always longed for, and can only appear in his dreams, and it has finally come true!

He ran and looked into the sky.

God treats himself well, but although he teases himself, he still gives himself the Marrow Cleansing Pill. From then on, he will no longer be incomplete and will be able to travel in a vast ocean and the sky!

He ran faster and faster. He moved his steps to the limit on the moon and pulled out shadows. He even ran for three hours without feeling tired.

It seemed as if endless power was pouring out, driving him to run. The more he ran, he wanted to run, and his leisure was flying, full of heroism, as if the heaven and earth were in his control.

The blood and energy were slightly swaying, and the body was as light as if it was about to fly. The feeling of beauty made him feel comfortable.

By noon, we had already arrived at the foot of Heming Mountain.

Looking at this towering mountain peak, he nodded with satisfaction. The bigger the mountain, the harder it is to defend, and the easier it is to get in.

He climbed the opposite mountain to look into the distance, staring at Heming Mountain.

Heming Mountain is lush and full of trees, with almost no open space, so it is impossible to see the truth clearly.

He tried to enter the woods from elsewhere, and stopped for a few steps.

Heming Mountain is steep. Except for the paths entering the mountain, you can only use your light skills to fly along the treetops. Ordinary people can't climb a few steps at all. The dense vines are the biggest obstacle.

He took these steps and had already cut dozens of vines with his sword, but he continued to move forward without believing in the evil way. The Spirit Snake Sword waved, and the vines were cut off one by one.

He kept walking, swinging his sword.

After walking a hundred steps, he suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on a vine under his feet, without blinking, and his face was solemn.

This rattan looks no different from the ones next to it. He could tell the difference between the rattan with his amazing eyes.

He bent over slowly, carefully pushing away the grass, revealing a bell the size of a little finger.

The little bell is tied to the rattan, and the rattan is a wire with a strange material.

When the Spirit Snake Sword hits, it will inevitably make the bell ring. This bell should not be an ordinary bell, and it may spread throughout Heming Mountain at once.

His face was gloomy and he shook his head. He Mingshan was indeed not that easy to break through, so he had to be careful.

He jumped onto the opposite tree fork, his legs were too strong, and he was relaxed and fulfilled. Then he jumped from the tree to the opposite side and crossed the vine.

He discovered the strength of his legs, so he simply stopped walking and jumped hard to another tree fork, with an extremely accurate accuracy, and then the next tree.
Chapter completed!