What is this place? This is Huicheng, which is the base camp of the Demon God Temple. If very high-level spirit beads are really produced here, what auction might Su Sheng allow him to do?

The Demon God Temple is not a famous sect. This sect that claims to be a rat crossing the street in all five continents does not care about robbing them with all kinds of despicable and shameless behaviors.

So with a little thought, Mo Feng knew that he had found the best gift, and it was a gift that was not wasted at all.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with your brother?" Fu Ling kept observing Mo Feng's expression. From beginning to end, she did not see any expression changes on Mo Feng's face. Looking at Mo Feng, Fu Ling not only exclaimed slightly in her heart.

"I'm satisfied, thank you for telling me about this news, but I'm going to bother me to guide you." Mo Feng clasped his fists at Fu Ling to thank him. This thank you came from the heart. If Fu Ling hadn't told him this news, I'm afraid Mo Feng wouldn't be able to find something that satisfies him in just one night.

"Okay, but my sister is very fast, my brother must keep up!" After saying that, countless peaches floated on her body. Among the peaches, the petals were like a peach fairy. Every step she took, countless petals appeared under her feet. Naturally, these petals could not be real petals. Even if the petals were awesome here, they would never be able to find so many people to remove petals for her.

These huā petals are transformed by the spiritual power of the spirit. This is a sect called the foot-sole reproduction. This pace is definitely not the fastest. However, the spirit reproduction is very high and the pace is extremely gorgeous. Therefore, unless it is for the escape, the spirit reproduction is usually used to use the foot-sole reproduction to cool the wind.

Mo Feng saw that the spirit of the Binding flashed and had reached a hundred meters away. A smile appeared on his face. Compared to speed? Mo Feng was under great pressure. Not to mention that he had the terrifying auspicious cloud sword wings, even if he relied on his own ideas, Mo Feng was confident that he would not lose to any Qitian Realm cultivator.

From the beginning, Bai Yunsheng kept telling Mo Feng that the first thing he had to do for an awesome person was how to escape. At least before he became an enemy of ten thousand people, he had to learn to escape first.

A person who rushed up like an idiot and fought with others to the death ended up not becoming a master. Bai Yunsheng's words are very right. If you want to kill someone, you must be able to stand first. If you can't stand, even if your attack is high, it will make people come up and make people still want to kill someone? Are the enemies all pigs?

So Mo Feng was very concerned about his speed. He had been doing a long time to improve his speed to a greater extent. As a result, Mo Feng found that he took himself as the starting point and constantly sprayed his thoughts back like shells. In this way, Mo Feng's speed would increase wildly in geometric ways.

Now he has obtained almost perverted wings like the Xiangyun Sword Wing, which gives Mo Feng the ability to escape calmly even when facing cultivators in the Qitian Realm.

So although the soles of the spirit's foot look very elegant, Mo Feng doesn't care at all.

Just as Bu Ling was thinking about whether Mo Feng could keep up, Bu Ling suddenly realized that Mo Feng was like a ghost shadow. He took one step forward, as if the roads underground had been shortened. In this moment, he had already caught up with a long distance from him.

Seeing this scene, Binling was shocked. Although her speed was not fast, there were few Mo Feng at this time unless he was a life-threatening person.

"He is playing hard! He doesn't want to embarrass people! It must be like this, it must be!" Biling is still a person who knows how to comfort himself.

But just as she was so comforting, she found that Mo Feng had been following her and never narrowed the distance or distanced it.

...Hmph! I see how fast you can be!" The spirit of Bifeng was angry. She was a little difficult to accept that a young boy surprised her, the strong man at the peak of the seventh level of Juxia, several times in a row. This was simply unforgivable. The spirit of Bifeng wanted to tell Mo Feng from the front that he could not compare with him at all.

The speed of the spirit of the Binding Spirit began to accelerate, and if people familiar with Huicheng might find that the way the spirit of the Binding Spirit was not to go to the Treasure Pavilion. The spirit of the Binding Spirit did not want to lead Mo Feng out and then kill him. At this time, she was experiencing the situation with Mo Feng, so she wanted to try to see if she could throw this guy off.

Huicheng is not a ghost city. There are people everywhere on the street. In this city, it is not enough to just rush around. There are two ways to move quickly here. One is to step on people as domineeringly as the Binding Spirit. At this moment, the Binding Spirit happens to do this. Although many people in the city have opinions about this, thinking about the Binding Spirit’s identity, they decisively think that it is better to go home to see the child by taking a bottle of soy sauce.

As for Mo Feng, he used another method. The ability Mo Feng used at this time was called "Shadow Following". His thoughts only needed to keep moving with care, which was enough to make all his own changes. Mo Feng's feet were not off the ground, and he ran on the ground. Any target blocking him would make Mo Feng dodge. For a moment, Mo Feng walked past the street, and there were still afterimages behind him. From this, it can be imagined that Mo Feng's speed was already so fast.

One flies without any obstacles in the sky, while the other is following the pursuit on the ground. The happy person has no obstacles, but the chasing person must constantly change directions. This is a judgment.

The spirit of Biling was constantly observing Mo Feng. At this moment, the life of Biling's foot had almost reached the limit of this technique. If it was faster, her elegance would no longer be there.

But Mo Feng was like a ghost. No matter how fast she was, she could not get rid of Mo Feng who was following her.

Such a character, the spirit of Bird finally understood that this was definitely not an ordinary cultivator, but a super strong man! In the world of cultivation, the speed of a cultivator is directly linked to his cultivation. Of course, it is not ruled out that sects that shamelessly practice various arts like Dunjia Sect, but such sects cannot be promoted at critical moments.

What Mo Feng used was not a good skill, but a real technique. The spirit of the Binding Spirit had been walking in the city for a quarter of an hour, and many people had discovered this pair of strange people, especially Mo Feng. Wherever Mo Feng passed, countless people exclaimed.

Because Mo Feng is really like a ghost, you just watch someone rushing towards you. Just when you think you are about to knock away and you want to dodge, Mo Feng is actually leaving you, and what most people see is just a afterimage Mo Feng left there.

After chasing this for a quarter of an hour, the impact on the Binding Spirit was still very big. She no longer dared to underestimate the "little brother" she had just met. At this moment, the Binding Spirit had already placed Mo Feng at the same height as her. However, it was precisely because of this that the Binding Spirit seemed to have something to happen to Mo Feng. If she could absorb such a person, the Binding Spirit felt that she might have a chance to go further...

"Sister, are you taking me to the lantern market to see the huā lights?" It was already night, and the streets and alleys were already brightly lit. I have to say that although Huicheng is the old nest of the Demon God Temple, the lanterns here are colorful and all kinds of. It really feels like Mo Feng went to see the huā lights every year in Liujia Village.

When she heard Mo Feng's words, Fu Ling felt a little embarrassed, but she didn't know how to answer Mo Feng's words.

A moment ago, she called herself the lord of Zhenbao Pavilion. Now she can't say that she doesn't know the way... She is a lord of the lord who doesn't even know where her lord is, it seems too unreasonable to run.

"Brother is good, okay, Zhenbao Pavilion is right in front, please follow me!" Fu Ling also gave up and continued to compete with Mo Feng. This quarter of an hour didn't seem long, but Fu Ling was already breathing slightly. This pursuit is different from rushing to go.

If you are rushing, the spirit of Birds will not be too tired even if you run for ten days, but this pursuit is done with all your heart and strength, and a quarter of an hour is enough to exceed those ten days and ten nights.

After many twists and turns, the place where the Biling Spirit brought it was not a brightly lit place. It was a blacksmith shop called Wuming. Although it was already evening, the fire in the blacksmith shop still illuminated the blacksmith shop. A lame blacksmith was constantly waving the heavy hammer in his hand and hitting the iron in his hand.

Every time the hammer hits the red iron bar, a piece of fire bursts out. The place where the spirit of the bunker stops happened to be here. Looking at the spirit of the bunker, Mo Feng suddenly realized that perhaps the Treasure Pavilion he was thinking of was not an extremely gorgeous attic, or maybe it was just an underground trading place.

Taking advantage of this idea, Mo Feng looked at the blacksmith. After seeing this, Mo Feng smiled. This is not an ordinary lame blacksmith! This is actually a cultivator who broke the peak of Ming Dynasty!

Yes, even if a cultivator who breaks the Ming peak can never become a blacksmith, it is impossible for him to become a blacksmith. So this just proves the idea in Mo Feng’s mind. This is just an entrance, and Zhenbao Pavilion is just the title of an underground exchange.

"Brother, come in!" Fu Ling waved to Mo Feng, then she skillfully walked into the blacksmith shop, ignored the blacksmith at all, and directly entered a secret passage behind the blacksmith shop.

Mo Feng walked in from outside and looked at the blacksmith. The blacksmith was also looking at him with a little surprised look, but the blacksmith was like a mute. He looked at Mo Feng with a pity, and finally lowered his head and continued to squeeze his own iron.
Chapter completed!