Qin Feng walked around the trade zone again and replaced all the twenty silver chunks in his hand with top-grade blood pills and medium-grade spiritual crystals. These two things are necessities for cultivation. Qin Feng left behind a few spiritual crystals, and gave everything else to Qin Lan.

Qin Lan was naturally flattered.

But while the family was shopping, four figures slandered and came to the altar of Emperor Wu.

With a "clang", the lock that blocked the iron door on one side fell, and four figures quickly walked into the venue. One of them found a place stained with blood as if he was familiar with the road.

"This should be the place to fight!"

"Look!" another man in black whispered: "There seems to be a strange symbol on the ground!"

"It seems to be a word!" someone lies on the ground and looks at it for a while and said.

"Get out of the way!" One of the men in black pushed away the others with a cold smile, and only heard a roar of cold wind around him, and a strong black air rose in his palm.

At this time, the man in black was full of ghost energy, just like the reincarnation of Yan Luo.

He bent down, and the ghostly aura suddenly turned into a cloud of blue smoke and screamed and rose.

Seeing this scene, the four men in black had changed color at the same time!

"This is Haoran's righteousness!"

"It's actually a Confucian and Taoist person!"

"Damn it, have these sour scholars not been killed by martial arts people yet?"

"No wonder Jiang Yurou wants to protect that kid!"

The man who manipulated the ghost energy took his hand back and said coldly: "Although an ordinary student from Zhenwu Academy is very strange, Confucianism and Taoism have always been the mortal enemy of our ghost spirit."

"So I would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go!"

Someone wrapped his black robe and asked for instructions: "Your Excellency, should we report this matter to the high priest?"

"Let me tell the high priest when this matter is done!" said the ghostly man: "You don't need to kill a chicken. My identity in the academy should not be exposed. You are smarter!"

"If you do a pretty job, I will help you unlock the undead lock so that you can break through to the Martial Realm of Earth without any obstacles!"

...

When Qin Feng bid farewell to Tan Jie and Yan Wu and returned to the hut, he was surprised.

The second-story building that was originally disrepaired like a haunted house has been cleaned up and even the furniture is newly bought.

Especially in the hall where the lights were lit, an old man with a kind and kind face bowed to the three of them and said, "Young master, lady, I am a servant responsible for cleaning your residences, called Uncle Fu."

"Although the academy requires warriors to be assigned to mates to clean their residence, Guangsha Department gave me the broken house and arranged someone to clean it?"

"There is something strange about this!"

Although Qin Feng was alert, he still thanked him very much on the surface and said some thanks.

After seeing Uncle Fu away, Qin Feng returned to his room on the second floor.

He lit an oil lamp, sat cross-legged on the bed, held his breath and concentrated, and confirmed that there was no one around. He spread his pen, ink, paper and inkstone to practice writing, but suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a mirror in the room!

The bronze mirror was facing Qin Feng's desk, and the rippling yellow light shone out in the oil lamp.

Qin Feng glanced at Tongjing, smiled, then lowered his head and buried his head in practicing calligraphy.

The word he practiced was still the word "jing" he wrote on the first day.

Just as he was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, a blurred figure slowly emerged in the bronze mirror.

The kind-eyed Fu Uncle downstairs appeared in the mirror at this time. He was full of ghost energy, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked like a ghost.

No, what can appear in the mirror is a ghost!

"Haha, this kid is indeed a Confucian man!"

Uncle Fu sneered in his heart: "I heard that the flesh and blood of Confucian monks contain great righteousness. As long as they are swallowed, they can automatically break the undead lock. I will break through the Martial Realm of the Earth and the generals are all flat!"

"This is really an opportunity given to me by God!"

Uncle Fu in the mirror licked his lips and moved his hands. Two balls of ghostly aura slowly penetrated out of his hands from the bronze mirror, just like two sticky black mist sticking to the ground, and it was like two figures crawling on the ground slowly crawling towards Qin Feng on the desk and the desk!

A lamp was like a bean, reflecting on the boy's devoted face, as if he did not notice the danger of getting closer and closer under his feet!

Qin Feng's hand suddenly trembled, and he felt as if he was being suppressed by a nightmare, and he could not move at all. At this time, a sticky and bloody stream under his feet actually climbed up along his instep!

Uncle Fu in the mirror showed a cruel smile.

This Confucian boy is probably scared to death!

But at this moment, the boy who was trembling with fear just now...

"Ghost Demon! Death!"

A clear light shone out from Qin Feng's body, and a volume of heavenly books suddenly flew out, and the whole room was instantly bright!

The two gloomy ghost auras stuck to the ground wanted to resist stubbornly, but when they just raised their bodies, the clear light of the Heavenly Emperor Jishu flashed, and they immediately stinked the stench of burning feathers, and they collapsed on the ground like two balls of mud!

"You...you..." Uncle Fu in the mirror was shocked: "Why aren't you afraid of me!"

"I have seen many ghost demons like you, and have killed too many!" Qin Feng smiled cruelly, suddenly lifted the brush in his hand, and wrote the word "kill" from the air. In a moment, a stroke came, and a violent gust of wind suddenly blew in the whole room, which made the face hurt!

"This... what kind of move is this!" Uncle Fu was so shocked that he even said something unscrupulously: "I want to report to the great elder quickly! I want to go back!"

But at this moment, he discovered something that made his face green!

He can't go back!

The ghost power in the whole room seemed to be completely suppressed by the Heavenly Emperor Jishu in Qin Feng's body, and he could not use any magic at all!

Seeing the cold sword energy of the word "kill" sweeping over, he could not avoid it!

"Zheng!"

With one sword, the half-human-high bronze mirror instantly shattered into hundreds of pieces. Each piece of fragment reflected a complete Fu Uncle, without exception, with a terrifying and ferocious face!

At the same time, Qin Feng heard a shrill scream not far outside the house, like a wounded beast!

Qin Feng took a deep breath, took the Emperor Jishu back into his arms, pushed the door downstairs, and soon found Uncle Fu, who had his limbs and foamed at the mouth, and was no longer angry in a haystack behind a house not far away.

At this time, his face was ferocious, and there was no trace of kind-eyed look.

"He used ghost skills to attack me. If I hadn't been familiar with ghost methods in my previous life, I would have really wanted his way!" Qin Feng analyzed the scene of the battle just now, and was still scared. If he was really a Confucian scholar who had just opened his sea of ​​consciousness, he would definitely not be able to escape.

"Fortunately, I used the Heavenly Book to restrain his ghost skills, smashed the mirror, and directly crushed his sea of ​​consciousness..." Qin Feng saw that Uncle Fu had no breath, and knew that his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered by a sword and a bronze mirror. Although there was no external injury on his body, he was already a dead person!

He reached out to Uncle Fu's body and touched it, and only found a dark spiritual soldier sword with unknown grade, a waist card representing his identity as a servant in Zhenwu Academy, and a few silver jam.

It's not much better than Qin Feng!

Just when Qin Feng was complaining about why these ghost cultivators were poorer than a poor boy, he suddenly had an idea, grabbed the spiritual soldier's short sword, stroked Fu's chest, and dug out a pitch-black pill from his dantian that exuded a scattered ghostly spirit.

Qin Feng wiped the dagger on the haystack, grabbed the pill in his hand and said, "It actually condensed into a ghost pill. Although it is a little smaller, it can also stimulate the pulse of the refining tool! It should be sold for a lot of money!"

"These ghost monks suck human blood, eat human flesh, and use living people to sacrifice and practice their skills to pursue their strength by leaps and bounds. Only when they are entangled with ghosts will they produce nuclear pills like monsters and barbarians in their bodies. I took their ghost pills and it was just retribution!"

Qin Feng took out the ghost pill, thought about it again, and turned the scene into a state of melee. Then, he added several fatal injuries to Uncle Fu's body with a short sword, and suddenly...

"Someone is here!" Qin Feng thought about it, and immediately put away his sword and ghost pill, hid in an alley, and stood close to the corner of the wall. He saw a group of students in the Law Department patrolling around with torches and black robes.

Someone shouted, "It smells bloody!"

Then a gong sounded, and the whole block became noisy everywhere.

"Murdered!"

"Someone was killed!"

"The belly is broken, this is the method of the demons!"
Chapter completed!