Chapter 962

"OK, don't notice!" He Feng said with a frown. "If you have a few more instructions, we'll die!"

At this time, Yunzhu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly interrupted and said, "master, maybe we can arrange an array at this time. In that case, can we solve the problem?"

"Right!" He Feng said.

"For the first wool, what array do you use? The support sent by the strength of Murong family? What array can trap him? Anyway, I don't have this ability!" piaomizi shook his head and said.

"You have no ability, and do you think others have the same ability as you?" He Feng said with a sneer. He muttered: "it happens that I have a big array of killing immortals waiting for him..."

Fang Keqin is flying fast in the air at the moment. Time flies. Thousands of years have passed. When the young boy followed his parents to Penglai Fairy Island, he can't recognize the appearance of the secular world.

There was some surprise along the way.

In a short span of a thousand years, the changes in the secular world are so great that he can't imagine. He just feels that the changes in the past thousands of years are not as much as those in the past thousand years. He can't see things one by one. On several occasions, he almost collided with planes on the route in the sky.

He was shaking with fear!

This is not to say that he is afraid of this thing, but that human beings are inevitably afraid of unknown things. For example, in the TV drama magic mobile phone, when I first came to modern society, I was often scared to pee by things such as the phone.

For this moment, Fang Keqin is facing the biggest crisis in his life.

He's lost

Well, practitioners get lost, too.

After all, the group of cultivators is also composed of human beings, and it is inevitable that there will be some road maniacs among human beings. This is the case with Fang Keqin. When he went to Penglai fairy, he was only seven or eight years old. He was just a child. How can he remember the road?

Even if I remember that thousands of years have passed and the sea has changed, where can I tell what it looked like before? Naturally, I'm going to get lost

In the evening, he Feng waited at his home for a long time. He Feng never saw the late cultivator. There was not even a ghost around him. At first, he thought he couldn't find each other. Later, he completely found that no one came at all!

"Well, you dog, how dare you deceive me!" He Feng also recovered a little. His skin was no longer black when he was poisoned, but had begun to turn brown. He was about to recover his previous skin color.

At the thought of this, he was still a little gloomy. He had dark skin. What a pity that he could easily get a scholarship!

But unfortunately, it can't change the fait accompli, so he Feng can only be secretly angry there. After waiting for so long, he can't see half a ghost. His violent temper has long been unbearable. He only saw Hefeng suddenly pick up Murong's collar.

Murong, who was bound by xianteng picked from Kunlun Mountain, was like a chicken cub. He picked it up and trembled. He was also strange. Although he knew that he Feng and they were in ambush, he still hoped that someone at home would come to save him.

After all, his life at the moment is in the hands of He Feng.

Barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes!

He Feng is barefoot. He wears shoes. Naturally, he is reluctant to die in the hands of He Feng. But Leng waited so long, but he didn't see his family to save him. This makes him wonder whether his request for help was not sent out, or did he abandon himself at home, or did his father have an illegitimate son outside? Don't worry about family inheritance.

"Don't kill me," Murong begged.

Misty son blocked his meridians early. At the moment, he has no strength to resist. Naturally, he wants to beg for mercy.

"Niang xipi!" He Feng scolded angrily.

He went to one side of the elder. Well, the old guy is not dead yet. His life is very hard.

"Elder, you're all right!" He Feng sneered and moved his joints. The old man was very cruel to him just now. If he didn't retaliate, would he still deserve his name of He Feng?

"It's all my fault just now. Your Excellency has a lot. Just think I'm a fart and let it go!" the elder begged. At the moment, he was dying and misty son's palm, but he was seriously injured. At the moment, he can't resist. Naturally, he wants to plead.

However, the elder still has no bottom in his heart.

Who is He Feng? He always knew that he Feng was a man who must report his flaws. How could he allow himself to be rampant here?

But even if you know it, you have to try. What if you have a chance?

"I trusted you before, old man, but you can't stand the test, can you? No wonder we. Well, how about we sign a contract?" He Feng said.

"Contract!" what contract? The eldest elder's deathly gray face suddenly came alive. He can live forever. That's a good thing!

He quickly nodded and said, "don't say it's a contract, I'll sign all ten contracts."

"Don't say you guys who don't have eyes are like this? You are born cheap and don't know your last name until you are beaten!" He Feng shook his head and said.

Before long, he signed a soul contract with the elder. To be honest, he Feng felt that this soul contract was very useful. At least it could ensure the loyalty of the first men and let them die willingly for themselves.

But the signing of this contract is also very sad!

He Feng can't trust everyone around him. It's normal. People can't be trusted after all. The price is too high. If he makes a mistake, it's doomed.

He Feng dared not gamble with this.

Because the most untenable thing in the world is the human heart, and it is also the human heart that is more difficult to guess than ghosts and gods. He can only use this seemingly low-level means to restrict it.

However, although it is low-level, the effect is really good!

After signing the contract, he Feng suddenly had an idea. He turned his eyes to Murong, and an idea appeared in his mind.

An idea once and for all.

"Old man, I suddenly thought of a good way." He Feng said Hei hei.

"What way?" misty son was a little confused and wanted to hear what crooked points he Feng could think of, but he Feng only heard him say to him, "what would happen if Murong signed a soul contract with me?"

"That's a good idea!" misty son said loudly, "but you should also be prepared to be eaten by Murong, so that you dare to sign a contract."