"Purple Gold Demon Rat! Or it's more appropriate to call it the Purple Gold Demon Rat!"

The purple gold magic rat is an extremely rare alien among monsters. Because of its beautiful fur and peculiar tail, it is named.

In the outside world, a scarf made of a purple gold demon rat is priceless.

This purple gold magic rat has a higher rank and is even more rare. If it can be killed, it will definitely make a fortune.

It seemed that he could feel the greed in Qin Feng's eyes when he looked at him. The purple gold magic mouse raised his head and opened his little bloody eyes and stared at Qin Feng with his fangs.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and Qin Feng could feel the purple gold magic rat pounce on him. He raised his right hand slightly!

"Slift your hands!"

The surrounding space stagnated, and in an instant, a small black shadow smashed into the ground.

With his right hand retracted, the black shadow flew out of the hole again and flew in the opposite direction.

"I want to escape!"

Qin Feng raised his mouth and his body turned into a black shadow, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

"Ao!"

Feeling the murderous intent behind him, the purple gold magic rat screamed fiercely and turned around and clawed!

In an instant, I saw a black claw pounce on me.

Feeling that this claw shadow was a little extraordinary, Qin Feng retreated violently to the side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the purple gold magic rat had escaped a thousand meters away.

"I want to escape!"

Qin Feng was full of energy, his body turned into a black shadow, and his speed instantly increased several times.

After a moment of brushing, he stopped the purple gold magic rat.

Perhaps because he was forced to do something, the purple gold magic mouse exploded like a cat.

Countless hairs carrying demonic energy like steel needles suddenly scattered out of it and rushed straight into Qin Feng.

"Two dragons protect their bodies!"

The two dragons' true energy roared out, forming a shield across in front of Qin Feng.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang...

Countless steel needles were shot on iron plates and scattered to the ground.

Seeing that he could not escape, the steel hair could not hurt Qin Feng at all. The purple gold magic rat made a fist and rushed over. The magic power on his body instantly soared, and he wanted to die together.

Taking advantage of the boiling blood and his strength soaring, Qin Feng felt a sudden heroic spirit.

"Just a second-level demon, I want to see what you can do."

The true energy of the body dissipated, and the right hand formed a claw, and it turned out to attack the purple gold demon rat with one claw.

Brush brush brush brush...

The purple gold magic rat had four black claw shadows hit Qin Feng's face, but saw a blue dragon turning into a shadow, and one claw pounced down and collided with the four claw shadows coming towards him.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dragon-catcher claw was like a bamboo shoot, and one claw hit the purple gold magic rat. In an instant, it was seen vomiting blood and die, and it smashed deeply into the ground.

Feeling its breath disappearing, Qin Feng frowned, lowered his head and glanced at his hands in disbelief.

"The power of blood boiling amplitude is so terrible!"

In the early stage of blood boiling, the increased power is already stronger than the complete set of eight magic techniques. This makes Qin Feng admire it!

"It's indeed a ground-level martial art!"

Picking up the corpse of the purple gold magic rat on the ground and throwing it into the Qiankun bag, Qin Feng was satisfied and was about to find the next target to consume the power of blood boiling in his body.

But just waited for him to take a step.

But I felt that the power in my body receded like a tide...

"What's going on?"

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness came. Even when standing, my legs were trembling!

"The sequelae of blood boiling?"

The blood flow rate instantly slowed down, and Qin Feng immediately realized the problem.

From the time oneself stimulates the blood boil to the time of stopping, in less than three minutes, the spiritual power in the body was not only hollowed out, but even the vitality was lost for less than a year.

Feeling that his breath was getting weaker, Qin Feng did not dare to stop for a moment. He quickly returned to the barracks while his spiritual power had not completely disappeared.

A quarter of an hour later, he finally returned to the tent.

But he was lying motionless in the bed as if he was terminally ill.

“Hu…hu…”

After sleeping for a day and night, the divine laws were operative, and the spiritual energy in the body continued to recover, and finally recovered one tenth of it.

After eating well, Qin Feng returned to the bed and opened the Qiankun bags that he had taken from Zhao Jing's group a few days ago and sorted them out.

Zhao Jing is worthy of being a disciple of the Zhao royal family. The spiritual stones in the Qiankun bag alone reached tens of thousands, and the other three people plus Li Feng and his wife's spirit stones were only about ten thousand. The most valuable one is the third-level demon pill. If it is sold to those warriors who need demon pills as medicine, the price may even reach more than 100,000.

There are about hundreds of pills of Rejuvenation Pill, and there is even a third-grade Yuan Bu Yuan Pill.

"This Zhao Jing is really worthy of being a disciple of the Emperor, but he is much richer than me, the nameless Shao Pavilion! However, these good things are cheaper now."

Apart from these, Zhao Jing still had a strange talisman on his body.

The word "生" is written on this talisman.

"Instant Talisman!"

The so-called instant talisman, as it is called, as long as spiritual power is injected and the word "火" is recited, it can move thousands of miles in an instant.

In terms of value, at least tens of thousands of spirit stones are needed on the market.

"Okay, okay, Zhao Jing is such a good person!"

Qin Feng smiled like a little wealthy fan and wiped out these Qiankun bags and the remaining consciousness and marks on them one by one, and then put these things into his Qiankun bag one by one.

He finally took out the feather transformation technique, recorded the contents, and destroyed it.

Afterwards, he took out more than a dozen rejuvenation pills from the Qiankun bag and swallowed them in one bite.

Huge spiritual power is constantly injected into the body, and at the same time it repairs the body that has been eroded by silkworms.

Half a day passed, and Qin Feng had recovered 70% to 80% of his strength.

"Now that blood boils, it's already done, but it lacks the spiritual medicine to replenish spiritual power. It seems that you need to take a leave to go to the Demon Suppressing City."

The Demon Suppressing City is the headquarters of the Demon Suppressing Army, where a commander is in charge.

Usually, soldiers of the frontline Demon Subduing Army can take a day off every week to go to the Demon Suppressing City to recuperate.

I have only been here for half a month, and I don’t know if the superiors will approve my application.

"Don't worry, let's go and have a look first."

Qin Feng was about to go out, but he heard a burst of discussion outside.

"Haha, this time I've gained a lot."

"Yes, it's really comfortable to follow the captain. Not only is there a lot of military achievements available now, but these demon materials can also be sold in the Demon Suppression City. Captain, today we have gained so much, do you have to go to the Demon Suppression City to have a drink?"

"Yes, yes. I'm so suffocated. Captain, you can't stop taking a leave!"

"allow!"

It was Nangong Feixue's voice, and she seemed quite happy to hear her tone.

The people outside opened the tent and immediately came over.

"Qin Feng!"

The first one to come in was a muscular man, and then Monk Hua Wujing also ran in. He said with a look of surprise:

"Donor Qin, you are back!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!