The small water truck in the courtyard rotates, and the sound of tinging water makes people feel relaxed.

Wu Molin, sitting at the stone table, looked at the quiet wooden pavilion where Chen Feng was, with a hint of confusion hidden in her beautiful eyes.

The girl in the palace dress is in a small mountain village and has lived in it for more than a month, but it is difficult to find an opportunity to communicate with Chen Feng.

The changes in Xiaoyao Valley and Qianqu Swamp shocked the entire Western Xia, which caused the twilight Daxia Dynasty to rush into a turbulent and dark tide after the storm in the era.

What makes people care most is that the changes in the two places are related to the same person, and this person is Chen Feng.

For a moment, Chen Feng fought against a group of powerful monks in Haoyan Valley and the destruction of Xiaoyao Valley were rumored. Even the past Qianji Sect in the Yuansheng Dynasty spread the story.

In the long run, there will never be a second Qi Refining Cultivator who can have such an influence on one area.

Because many monks gathered towards the Xunluan Mountains, the peace of the small mountain village was also broken.

Betrayed by Fang Qiao, who was cute on the surface, beyond the expectations of Wu Molin and others, Chen Feng did not explode, but still lived in the wooden pavilion.

Chen Feng, who didn't leave the wooden pavilion, even if he occasionally took a bath or slept, he would always bring the ancient doll girl with him, as if he was afraid that she would be taken out of sight and be taken advantage of by others.

The reason why he lived in the small mountain village for so long was not that Chen Feng had any strange thoughts about Fang Qiao. His purpose was entirely on the secret technique of Xiaoyao Valley inheritance and the 36 spirit control styles.

The situation has changed now, and Chen Feng has already developed a murderous intent towards Fang Qiao. It is just that it has not been shown on the surface.

In the silent wooden pavilion, under the cover of the faint ancient aura of the black small fur ball, Chen Feng held a red mecha the size of a palm. The smile on his face was strange and excited.

The tentacles of the pit, but the extremely rounded mecha, the small and mysterious round spirit-induced formation on the forehead, was already shining withered and shining.

Chen Feng's mouth was slightly swelling, and a small-scale innate high-level spirit stone had been sprayed out of the universe in his stomach.

Compared with the natural red mecha, the spirit stones with a fist are even half of the body of the mecha.

However, while Chen Feng grabbed the crystal spirit stone with his big hand and pressed the small round spiritual array toward the mecha's forehead, the mysterious array actually spun a fine Death Spell. He soon wrapped the spirit stone and dragged it into it.

"Now Zhu'er is in a deep sleep. Do you still want to go in the space in the bracelet? Or you just stay in your bag. It's okay to enter the storage space of this mecha." Chen Feng discussed to Xiao Maoqiu.

“Woo~~~”

Xiao Maoqiu seemed to resist the mecha and whistled at Chen Feng twice.

"Stay honestly in the bracelet and take the opportunity to do some small moves, I can't spare you." As Chen Feng's mind changes, his left wrist lightly petrified a layer of dry bracelet, and a veil-like black mist poured out, not only covering the small fur ball, but also wrapping the ancient puppet girl into it.

When the black fog converges, the chubby beasts and the doll girl who are still sleeping have long disappeared.

In less than ten breaths, the mysterious spiritual-induced magic array on the forehead of the Deepwok Mecha soon disappeared. Chen Feng opened his mouth and sucked it directly into his mouth.

"Come on, the more people, the better."

Although the dark laughter was low, it showed strong expectations. The engraved light and shadow of Chen Feng's figure gradually sank into the floor of the wooden pavilion.

Not long after Chen Feng left, Wu Molin, who was sitting in the courtyard, opened her eyes suddenly and she swayed into the wooden pavilion where he was.

After checking the empty wooden pavilion, the girl in the palace dress finally came to a room behind the wooden pavilion.

As the girl's eyes flashed, the breath that remained in the room quickly appeared, and it turned into a strange scene where Chen Feng had taken out the mecha before and placed the innate high-level spirit stones into it, as if what he did was replayed.

"not good……"

It was not until this time that Wu Molin understood why Chen Feng was willing to sell the treasures in exchange for the high-level spirit stones.

Although Wu Molin had some speculations about Chen Feng's thoughts before this, the girl in the palace dress could not help but be shocked when she looked at the scene manifested by the dying aura in front of her.

What Wu Molin cares most was that the seemingly petrified dry bracelet on Chen Feng's left wrist still retained its strange power.

At the same time, there were also cultivators from all walks of life who were eager to try on the outside of the small mountain village.

In a dense forest, three monks wearing straw hats and tightly wrapped in black clothes seemed to be waiting for something.

"Brother Tianlang, when will we wait? Since we know that there is something strange in the Xiaoyao Valley, why not just look for opportunities?" Huang Wenji, wearing a straw hat, seemed a little impatient.

"Now is not a good opportunity. The secret of Xiaoyao Valley has been spread by those who are interested. I don't know how many eyes are staring at the abnormality at the bottom of the valley. Instead of thinking about the difficult opportunity, it is better to look at Fang Qiao, who is valued by Chen Feng, and observe the changes in the situation first." Jiang Tianlang said in a muffled voice.

"I didn't expect that Chen Feng's traitor two years ago not only did not leave here, but instead destroyed Xiaoyao Valley. What exactly did this damn guy want to do?" Huang Wenji said terrified.

"How can robbery be beneficial in practicing? After experiencing the ancient burial disaster, Chen Feng seemed to be much more active. He probably accumulated cultivation resources and was ready to run away at any time." Zi Hanying's smile, although there was a little ridicule, made Jiang Tianlang and Huang Wenji fall into thought.

"Boom~~~"

A violent shock came from the small mountain village, which shocked the monks from many forces.

Although the momentum of Xiaoyao Valley has spread and attracted the attention of many Western Xia cultivation forces, it is the first time that such turmoil has occurred in the small mountain village where Chen Feng is located.

"Don't worry, let's talk about it."

Jiang Tianlang pressed Huang Wenji's shoulder with his gloves and said.

In the broken courtyard, sharp puppet thin lines stirred, and fine puppet threads were thrown on the ground, which could even bring out cutting fine lines several meters deep.

Wu Molin held a Falun in her hand. During the fight with the ancient doll Chun Qiao, her figure brought about afterimages.

The reason why the calm state was broken was because after Chen Feng disappeared, Wu Molin quickly pointed the finger at Fang Qiao and took the lead in taking quick action at the woman.

“Bang~~~”

Although Wu Molin's powerful Xiuquan beat Chun Qiao backed down continuously, it did not cause any obvious damage to the ancient doll girl.

Dodging the stimulating silk thread that Fang Qiao's ten fingers pulled, Wu Molin slapped the storage bag, a small golden bell with cracks that had risen into the air.

Although the light petrified layer on the surface of the Admiralty has faded, the body of the bell is still covered with cracks.

"Dong~~~"

Wu Molin slapped the tide ringing bell that was enlarged from the small. It actually made the bell body radiate a silk radiance facing Chunqiao's convex spiral texture.

“Long~~~”

Chunqiao barely escaped the tide of silk tide, but the destructive silk light caused a violent explosion on the ground.

"The thirty-six Spirit Control Styles of Space Speed ​​Star Trace!"

The quilt of the woman Fang Qiao was pulled on the ancient doll girl Chun Qiao.

The silk thread was in the extremely mysterious stimulation of the woman's fingers. The figure girl Chun Qiao's body was tense, and a bunch of puppet threads with ancient spells spread out from the girl's body and tightened rapidly again.

"despair……"

The girl Chunqiao took a step forward, and the time and space medium of the world seemed to be affected.

As the girl moved, Wu Molin's movements became extremely slow, and the silky clouds exposed by the tide bell were also easily avoided by the ancient doll Chunqiao.

"Star Seal Hand!"

Seeing Wu Molin take out the small shield of the tortoise shell. Chunqiao, who was approaching her, had her right hand turned into dense silk and penetrated into the chest of the girl in the palace dress.

"Buzz~~~"

Wu Molin's eyes were flashing with light, and the slowly raised arm shield seemed to have predicted Chun Qiao's killing point in advance. Even though the girl in the palace clothes raised her arms very slowly, she accidentally blocked a bunch of silk-like attacks.

"Swish~~~"

Xinghenxiayun dissipated after the interception of the silk and the turtle shell shield. While Wu Molin threw the Falun at Fang Qiao, she actually stepped out ten layers of waves of force under her feet.

"The tenth level of Tianwu collapsed!"

Wu Molin, who had kicked out the empty explosion, shattered the huge rocks that were all over the earth, and quickly hit Chunqiao's abdomen, like a phantom.

"Boom~~~"

The layers of muffled sounds came out of Chunqiao's body, as if a huge peak had shattered.

The violent ten-level collapse force of Tianwu penetrated into Chunqiao's body and continued to cause terrible damage. Even Fang Qiao's silk thread on the young woman's doll was shaken away.

Ten dark forces penetrated Chun Qiao's body and burst into pieces, even causing its tough and powerful body to crack the fine texture from the inside to the outside.

"Bang~~~"

After Chunqiao was knocked away and fell to the ground, her eyes became much dimmed a lot. She tried to support her body several times, but she failed to get what she wanted.

"Sharp~~~"

Wrapped by the paired silk that Fang Qiao shook out, the outer ring of the Falun actually showed a sharp blade and was constantly twisted towards the paired silk.

Although the ten paired wires were not destroyed, the paired wires were wrapped around the blade roulette under the twisting of the Falun.

"seal up!"

Wu Molin pinched the imperial treasure technique with her hand and pointed to the enlarged tide bell. The threaded bell body rotated, stirring up hundreds of silk tides and radiances, with an extremely amazing momentum.

"Puff~~~"

The silk tide sings and shines, and soon shot through Fangqiao's figure.

Seeing the woman's figure and being wrapped around by Chao Mingxiahui, Wu Molin's expression was strange and disappointed, and she didn't seem to have expected Fang Qiao to be so vulnerable.

"You are really far behind Chen Feng."

The bell body stopped rotating and no longer dragged Chao Ming Xiahui. Fang Qiao, whose body was pierced, died on the ground. Wu Molin soon came to her side.

He reached out to take off the storage embroidery bag on Fang Qiao's waist, and after checking it, Wu Molin took out a page of golden paper from it.

When he found that the three-type spirit control method were recorded in Fanwen on the paper, Wu Molin's face changed at first, but soon showed a sweet smile.

"I have lived here for more than a year. I don't know how you will feel when I see these three ways of controlling spirits!" The girl in the palace dress let go of the golden paper and let the messy wind blow it away.

Chen Feng, who was hidden in the distance, exposed his head with his sealed light from a huge rock, stared at the changes in the situation in the courtyard.
To be continued...