As soon as Li Jingfeng rushed into the second floor, he was also a little confused. Where is this place?

It's so empty, there's nothing.

There is actually a mountain village? Pastoral?

Isn't this a tower?

On the second floor of a tower, is there a cave inside?

But this is the capital, and he has seen the National Master Tower outside.

In a space that is less than ten feet in radius, there are mountains, water, fields, and land, and there are men, women, old people, and children in the village. This village seems to be more than a hundred feet wide.

Li Jingfeng lowered his head and looked at himself.

When did he become so young?

Only over fifty?

He turned out to be only in his fifties?

Is he a child again?

No, his martial arts has also declined, and he is only at the level of a first-class master. He hasn't mastered the Blood Flame Poison Flame Palm yet?

Panic arose in Li Jingfeng's heart. What he was most proud of was his martial arts. If his martial arts deteriorated, how could he defeat the eunuch holding a whisk?

There are so many people there, men and women, young and old. Isn’t this ready-made talent for practicing martial arts?

He had to quickly master the Blood Flame Poison Flame Palm. Only when he mastered it could his martial arts be ranked at the peak level again, and he could once again be unafraid of anyone.

He rushed to the small mountain village.

Men and women, old and young, were all captured, sucked blood, and practiced martial arts day and night!

No, there are simply not enough people in one village.

He found another village.

Hundreds of people became his nourishment again.

Finally, after another village was drained of its blood by him, which became the nourishment for his martial arts practice, he mastered the Blood Flame Poison Flame Palm.

He was ecstatic, hahaha, his martial arts came back and he was at his peak again.

He also suddenly remembered that these were not things that happened just now, but things that had happened for decades. This was what he did when he was in his fifties. At that time, more people died in his hands than ants.

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He needs a lot of blood, fresh blood, in order to practice the Blood Flame Poison Flame Palm.

So, here, did he see what happened decades ago?

Li Jingfeng narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost here? Come out to me, otherwise, I want you to look good!"

As soon as he drank like this, a person actually appeared in front of him.

A man who doesn't seem to be very old, because he has almost no wrinkles on his face. He has a smooth face, slender and slanting eyebrows like swords, and a kind of ease in his handsome eyebrows. However, his hair

All white.

His silvery white hair, shiny and smooth, coupled with such a handsome face, makes it difficult for anyone to guess his actual age.

Li Jingfeng shouted: "Are you pretending to be a ghost?"

This person is naturally Ling Qianmo, the master of the National Master Tower.

He smiled faintly and said: "I am not pretending to be a ghost, but you have a ghost in your heart!"

Does he call himself this seat?

Li Jingfeng was startled again.

You must know that there is a rule in the world. If you have not reached the peak master level, you cannot call yourself me. In other words, if you call yourself me, you must have at least reached the peak level.

But he also thought that the last time that brat Dongfang Moye rescued someone from him, he pretended to be me, so he scared him away.

If I had been bolder at that time, I wouldn't have been unable to do anything to those two brats today.

What's even more annoying is that those two brats are getting stronger and stronger in martial arts and are becoming more and more difficult to kill.

He concluded that Ling Qianmo was also pretending in front of him, so he smiled coldly and said: "Boy, you dare to call yourself me in front of me. I see that you are impatient with life!"

The word "boy" made Ling Qianmo raise an eyebrow.

Li Jingfeng has a head full of white hair and a chicken-skinned face. Although Ling Qianmo also has a head full of white hair, but his face is rosy and shiny, he looks like he is only in his twenties. There is nothing wrong with calling Li Jingfeng that way.

Ling Qianmo laughed and said: "No one has called me that for more than a hundred years. Your name is Li Jingfeng, peak level, right?"

Li Jingfeng felt a little uneasy when he heard these words of more than a hundred years ago, but since he thought he was just pretending, he didn't believe it.

It is difficult for a person to live for more than a hundred years.

He was able to live for so long only because he reached the peak level. If he could reach another level, he could live for several more decades.

Otherwise, if a normal person can live to be seventy years old, that would be a very long life.

He said: "You know a lot about me, who told you?"

Ling Qianmo said indifferently: "I know the peak state in the capital. Originally, I didn't want to do anything to you. After all, I have been living in the Imperial Master Tower and ignored foreign affairs. What's more, Mu Qingyu has already decided

I have taken your life. But since you have come in, and you still carry the lives of hundreds of innocent souls with you, I can no longer let you go!"

Li Jingfeng laughed heartily and sarcastically, as if he had heard some interesting joke. Red threads began to appear in his eyes. When these red threads appeared, it was a sign that his mind was getting confused again.

Mu Qingyu could indeed detoxify him, but how could Mu Qingyu really detoxify such a wicked person?

Given time, Li Jingfeng himself would die of his own madness.
Chapter completed!