C443 Giant spirit bloodline

Half an hour later, all the food and drinks at the table had been wiped clean.

But Cheng Feng and the other two felt that they were only eighty percent full.

The reason for this was all because of the little white bird!

Even though the little white bird was only the size of a palm, it was still a big stomach king.

It was hard to imagine how the little white bird's stomach could hold so many things.

It was simply against common sense, inconceivable!

"This little guy really knows how to eat!"

At the dining table, Tai Long looked at the little white bird that was still holding onto a jar of wine and pouring it into his mouth, and immediately became speechless.

Even Jian Wuchen, who was completely indifferent to everything, couldn't help but give the little white bird a glance.

"Looks like we'll have to practice the speed of eating in the future."

Cheng Feng also shook his head and laughed, "Otherwise, eating with this little guy will put a lot of pressure on me."

After chatting with Tai Long for a while, Tai Long suggested that they go outside.

But Cheng Feng and Jian Wuchen both rejected it, and planned to properly adjust and relax.

Seeing that Cheng Feng did not want to go, Tai Long lost all interest.

Thus, the three of them went back to their respective rooms. Only the little white bird was still interestedly cleaning the leftover wine in the empty wine jar.

After entering the room, Cheng Feng sat down cross legged, relaxed his body and began to recuperate.

In the past few days, Cheng Feng was in a state of intense battle tension and it could be said that he did not rest for a single moment.

Phew... Suction...

Phew... Suction...

Cheng Feng closed his eyes and relaxed his mind, his body gradually relaxing.

Soon after, the scattered vitality around him permeated into Cheng Feng's body bit by bit, nourishing his tired body, nourishing his skin and organs until they slowly returned to their peak state.

Just like this, after four to five hours had passed, Cheng Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

All the fatigue from the past few days was gone in an instant!

"After going through the business of Heavenly Tomb Mountain Range, I have obtained many benefits."

After his condition had recovered to its peak, Cheng Feng began to summarize his gains and losses, "Especially after obtaining the other three parts of the Wargod Armor, my fighting strength is enough to contend against ordinary Fifth Level of Fagmentation Stage Expert."

"However, Wargod Armor are external forces after all, and are just trump cards. They cannot be used as they wish."

"If I were to throw away the Wargod Armor, my cultivation would still be lacking. I would need to cultivate and increase."

Cheng Feng's mind was mature, and he wasn't arrogant or complacent just because he obtained the Wargod Armor.

But he was well aware of his own inadequacies and was prepared to make up for it.

"Currently, I have three Force of Virtual Dragon s and my cultivation is Half-step Fragmentation Stage."

"Therefore, what I need to do the most is to make these three Force of Virtual Dragon real, fake them, become real, and in one go, form the Draconic Strength, and advance into the Fragmentation Stage."

Cheng Feng focused his mind and thought: "Then there's the martial arts techniques and techniques."

"Among my martial skills, I have already mastered Eagle Crossing Arts, Dragon-ascending Blast, and Seven Fragmentation Styles. Only the Six Fish Dragon Transformations, the Wild Knife's Tyrant Body Technique, the Purple Thunder Body-tempering Spell, the Thunder Cannon Punch, and the Shadow-Evasion Method remain."

"However, the Fish Dragon Six Transformations and the Wild Knife's tyrannical body techniques both require the assistance of blade intent. The blade intent is insufficient and cultivation is extremely difficult, so there's no need to consider it at the moment."

"So only Purple Thunder Body-tempering Spell, Thunder Cannon Punch, and Shadow-Evasion Method remain."

"My next cultivation goal will be to focus on these four areas."

Cheng Feng muttered in his heart: "Also, the level and power of these martial skills are gradually unable to keep up with my footsteps. I need to consider new martial skills."

"It's just a pity, that the Imperial Level Martial Arts that I obtained from the The Secret Mansion of Saber Demons, is too evil."

"Otherwise, it could be said to be the martial skill most suitable for me to cultivate!"

The Demon Summoning Saber Technique was indeed very evil. It could be said to be a set of Evil Work s, and if one practiced it, it was very easy to encounter accidents.

For example, the first layer required a cultivator to enter the demonic state. It was simply outrageous!

Just this single rule had caused many people to halt in their tracks.

This was also the main reason why Cheng Feng placed the Demonic Saber Technique away and did not cultivate it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as Cheng Feng was deep in thought, someone suddenly knocked hard on the door.

Just from hearing this movement, Cheng Feng didn't need to guess to know that it was definitely Tai Long.

Sure enough …

After a series of knocks on the door, Tai Long's loud voice sounded, "Cheng Feng, hurry up and come out. Xiao Budian seems to have gone to steal something and was caught red-handed."

Hearing that, Cheng Feng immediately stood up and opened the door.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I heard it from someone else as well."

Tai Long said: "It seems like Xiao Budian sneaked into the Dragon Scale Mountain's new army camp and drank all the hundred years of old wine that the new army camp prepared to celebrate."

"Right now, it seems like he has been surrounded by new recruits from the new camp. Rumor has it that they want to catch the little guy, roast him, and then eat him!"

After hearing what Tai Long had to say, a black line involuntarily appeared on Cheng Feng's forehead.

The little white bird really did make people worry. For the sake of drinking wine, she actually started to steal.

It's fine if you steal it, but someone even caught you red-handed!

This was simply … What a scam!

"Do you know where the new army camp of the Dragon Scale Mountain is?" Cheng Feng resisted the urge to curse and asked.

"I know, follow me."

Tai Long replied as he spread his thick legs and led the way.

After around 10 minutes or so, Cheng Feng and Yue Yang arrived at a slanted mountain range.

This mountain range was roughly the same size as the Mountain Body. From afar, it looked like rows upon rows of giant scales.

Needless to say, this was the place of training for new recruits in Divine Might Army, Dragon Scale Mountain.

When Cheng Feng entered the Dragon Scale Mountain, he immediately heard a wave of cursing.

They were all scolding the little white bird for being crafty and not holding back at all.

Hearing these curses, Cheng Feng heaved a sigh of relief, at least to prove that the little white bird had not been captured by the new recruit Martial Cultivator.

However, right at this moment, an overbearing voice suddenly sounded.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to use the power of the Trolls and smack this little thing to death with one palm!"

The owner of this domineering voice seemed to be very prestigious.

Upon hearing that this person was going to make a move, many people began to discuss among themselves.

"Yuwen Ze is about to make his move. This time, he'll definitely be able to capture that little chick."

"That's right, Yuwen Ze is one of the eight great clans of Yujing. Although he comes from a side branch family, he still possesses Giant Spirit Bloodline."

"Once this bloodline is activated, even Fragmentation Stage Expert would have to admit defeat!"

After hearing all these voices, Cheng Feng frowned, and immediately quickened his pace.

When he and Tai Long arrived at a mountain ridge, they immediately saw the little white bird being surrounded by a dozen or so young Martial Cultivator s in front of a mountain cliff.

In the middle of the cliff, a well-built young man suddenly doubled the size of his upper body, his chest muscles nearly bursting out of his shirt.

At the same time, his two large hands slapped towards the little white bird.

Buzz …

The two tyrannical forces crushed the little white bird from all directions.

If he was hit by these two forces, not to mention a small white bird, even if it was an iron man, he would still be smashed into a lump of iron powder!