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Qin Feng took out five bottles from his chest, opened the cork and poured a round and smooth spirit pellet out of it.

Once again touching the empty space in his bosom, Qin Feng's face revealed a bitter look, carrying a strong sense of unwillingness, but in the next moment he swallowed the remaining Healing Pill without any hesitation, and then, enduring the pain while sitting cross-legged to refine the pill.

Right now, he had to make full use of every minute and every second to recover from his injuries. The more he survived, the greater his chances of survival would be.

"He's really like a ghost that won't leave!" After approximately half a quarter of an hour, Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

His earlobes were gently moving. Although his spiritual will was unusable because of the spiritual space being sealed, it did not affect his six senses, as the three consecutive days of death pursuit had given him a lot of ability to detect anything in his surroundings. He would be able to detect any movement in his surroundings at the first moment, and was able to determine what sound it was.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng forcefully suppressed the urge to immediately rush out and fight with his life on the line. He slowly closed his eyes, and started to circulate his cultivation technique to refine the medicinal energy in his body in a desperate state.

He already knew that the secret skill that made the other party follow him like maggots did not accurately pinpoint his location. It could only probe a single area, which was to say, it would not be able to find him in a short period of time.

A rustling sound came from beside his ears. Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well or lake, without the slightest ripple. There was no anger or despair.

Rustling sounds rang out as nearly ten youths surrounded them from all directions. A youth dressed in azure faintly smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth as he said in a gentle voice, "Second Young Master Qin, we meet again."

His voice was gentle and elegant, and those who didn't know him would think that it was a greeting from an old friend whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

Qin Feng snorted, standing up against the dragonlance, he looked at the young man fiercely and said: "Prepare to send people to their deaths, if you want my life, not many lives will be lost, I'm afraid that's impossible."

His eyes glanced indifferently at the violet-robed youth beside the young man who was talking to him. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and then, he retracted his gaze.

"Second Young Master thinks too highly of himself." Hearing Qin Feng's words, the youth's eyes became serious for a moment, and then he laughed.

"You can give it a try!" Qin Feng sneered, the spear in his hand drew a circle in front of him, held onto the spear with one arm, and slanted to the ground as his aura slowly exploded forth.

"Qin Feng, what is there to do? As long as you surrender, we will definitely not harm you." violet-robed youth took a step forward and said unhurriedly.

Qin Feng sneered, and gave up? Losing the combat effectiveness, falling into your hands would be a life worse than death.

Furthermore, do you really think that the I is not clear about what you are planning? It was impossible to use the I to threaten the Prince Qin's Mansion.

Without further ado, Qin Feng's body flashed, accompanied by a gust of wind and explosive sounds of thunder, she disappeared, flying straight for the purple robed Yuan Family youth.

"Ignorant, stubbornly resisting!" Lin Ping shook his head, seeing Qin Feng, who seemed like a mirage rushing over, his body flashed, blocking in front of the Yuan Family youth, his sword thrusted out. Sword light flashed, a cold light flashed, the surrounding youths were already prepared, and they also attacked.