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The middle-aged stall owner who sold Shen Qingfeng pill furnace was also present in the crowd. His eyes revealed a shocked expression, because he did not see the reason for the attack.

He had personally checked earlier, but he did not find any trace of Innate Qi on Shen Qingfeng's body. The other party's cultivation base was far above his!

His gaze lingered on the dilapidated pill furnace and he sighed inwardly.

He realized that he seemed to have missed a treasure.

"Stop him!" The gray-clothed man let out a stern shout. Since things had progressed to this point, there was no way for things to get better.

He admitted that he was a bit regretful. He had misjudged the other party. He thought that the other party was just pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

He had to make a move. Otherwise, if the thunderclaps were not as loud as they were earlier, wouldn't the news spread like wildfire?

At that time, not only would he not survive in the martial arts world, even the deities would not forgive him!

His figure suddenly exploded backwards, widening the distance between him and Shen Qingfeng. Closing his eyes, he formed a seal, and started to step on it according to some sort of rhythm.

He muttered to himself and shook his head. His movements became larger and larger, as if he had gone insane.

Great God Jump!

This was a ceremony to invite a god to mount the horse. These disciples' acupoints had all been modified by some existence, so it was extremely easy for them to climb onto their bodies.

At this moment, the grey robed man was using all of his acupoints to communicate with the existence of the underworld. Please focus on the upper body!

Shen Qingfeng stood in place, coldly watching the actions of the other party. The hearts of the surrounding disciples drummed, and they didn't dare to approach at all.

Although this group of people called themselves disciples, only the gray-clothed man was truly capable. His cultivation was only at the early Houtian realm, but his methods were quite strange.

"Hai, ai …" The sun was setting in the west … It's dark … Sigh … "Hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Great deity is invited …" The upper half of his body! "

The grey robed man cried out in pain as blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. A cold wind appeared out of nowhere around him, and even the temperature had dropped by quite a bit.

Shen Qingfeng looked over, and realised that there was suddenly a trace of lifelessness left on his body, as a large ball of Yin Qi formed into the shape of a giant weasel, baring its fangs at him.

"There's simply no cure. Let this beast waste its own path of cultivation …"

The grey-robed man used up his life essence just to borrow strength from others. This method was also used in ancient cultivation, but it was much more profound and was classified as an evil cultivator.

Shen Qingfeng suddenly felt his interest waning. He had no interest in fighting with a beast.

In Buddhism, they are all beings who have no cycle of reincarnation.

It was not a good thing in the Taoist religion. After being touched, their karmic luck would also be low.

At this moment, the grey-clothed man's entire body violently trembled as if he had just committed a hysteria. His two eyes emitted a terrifying light, completely devoid of human feelings.

His cultivation base also started to climb. Soon, he had reached the middle Houtian realm. However, there was no sign of it stopping …

"Scram!"

Just then, Shen Qingfeng suddenly took action, he activated his True Essence, and with a stern shout, he exploded in mid air!

A transparent ripple quickly spread out, as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake.

The grey robed man was currently at a critical stage. Suddenly, he heard a cold shout that was like a demon's voice ringing in his ears, causing his blood and Qi to surge. The existence in his body seemed to be frightened as it let out a shrill cry.

He suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The other party had forcefully interrupted his spell!

What made him even more terrified was that an old voice rang in his heart, "Kid, you actually dared to provoke such a terrifying opponent for the Ancestor. This time's losses, they need to make up for them on your body."

"Don't, please spare me …" "Ahhh!"

He abruptly knelt on the ground, and his body trembled like a dustpan. His vitality rapidly decreased, and his hair instantly turned more than half white. Even his face had aged quite a bit.

The weasel noticed that things were not going well, and even stole the lifespan of this disciple before it left, almost sucking him dry!

Boss …" Are you okay?

A group of disciples surrounded him, worried to death.

They were afraid that if Shen Qingfeng wanted to settle the score with them, no one would be able to stop him.

"To be able to scare someone to this extent with just a single word, what level of cultivation is this youth at?"

The faces of the surrounding people all changed. Although the disciples that had come out were not the strongest forces in the cultivation world, they had a lot of people. They did things tyrannically and without any scruples, so how could they be defeated so quickly?

"It's not that the youth is that amazing, but that his cultivation technique suffered a backlash. It seems that he won't be able to cultivate it!"

There was someone who had seen through the situation and heard the cold shout. Although his Qi and blood were surging, it was not enough to injure a Houtian master seriously.

The middle-aged stall owner felt disdain in his heart as he listened to the white man's analysis.

The disciple who had appeared just now had asked Ye Xiao to do it for him. How could it be a problem with the cultivation technique?

He secretly looked at Shen Qingfeng with his eyes, his gaze filled with fear.

Initially, he had still been hoping for a fluke, hoping to snatch the pill furnace back after Shen Qingfeng got injured.

Now he took a few quiet steps back, afraid of getting himself burned.

"Let's go!"

Shen Qingfeng hugged the pill furnace and was too lazy to take another look.

The sins of the heavens could be forgiven. You can't live with your own sins.

Who could be blamed for a self-depraved beast being used as a fodder to drain its lifespan?

"You … "Don't go!"

At this moment, the grey robed man struggled to get up with the help of the others.

His clothes were completely stained with blood and dirt, and he was in a sorry state. His vital energy was almost completely sucked dry, and he was like an evil spirit that had just crawled out of hell.

"Do you dare to leave behind your name!"

He refused to accept this. Even at this stage, he was still able to speak his mind.

"Shen Qingfeng!"

"What a Shen Qingfeng! The opening of the Treasure Auction at the end of the year at the Northeast Mountain Forest is a major event that will shake the entire cultivation world.

"Wow …"

With that, he spat out another mouthful of blood. The group of youths panicked, afraid that this person would die in the next second.

"Good!"

When Shen Qingfeng heard the four words Treasure Auction, the expression in his eyes moved, but he did not stop.

If what the other party said was true, then what was the harm in going over?

When the gray-clothed man heard the other party's reply, his mouth revealed a trace of a bitter smile. His eyes rolled back as he finally fainted.

"Big Brother …" Brother … Wake up! "

"Boss, don't die!"

"..."

The chaos in the Treasure Convention continued. Everyone looked at the youngster with the thin background, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

"..."

When he arrived at the stop, Xu Jing opened the Land Rover's trunk.

Shen Qingfeng carried the rusty pill furnace and carefully put it inside. His eyes were filled with joy, this pill furnace was the biggest harvest of this trip.