Zuo Feng did not rush to express his opinion, but turned his head to look away. At this time, the corpse puppet controlled by the Fengfeng had solved the puppet spirit disciple and was dragging the other party back like a dead dog. Seeing that the corpse puppet was carrying only one of the other party's legs and letting the other party walk back against the sand and gravel on the ground down, Zuo Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then turned around to look at the warrior surnamed Liu.

He understood that Nefeng was too lazy to help him, so he used this method to vent his dissatisfaction. However, he did not intend to keep a living, so he turned Nefeng to make a fuss there. He turned his eyes to the warrior surnamed Liu, and Zuo Feng said with a teasing and abuse, "Looking at your current situation, I'm afraid it will be a problem to survive. I only have multiple burdens to cooperate with you."

The warrior surnamed Liu hurriedly explained: "The little hero doesn't know that we are often lingering outside, and there are many enemies. So it's almost common to get injured. I bring a lot of high-quality healing medicine here. As long as I give me some time, I will be able to recover my usual strength. My experience, coupled with your ability to control the corpse puppet, will definitely gain a lot of benefits in this chaos."

When Zuo Feng heard this, he couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, and at the same time he lowered his head and pondered. Seeing this scene, the warrior surnamed Liu showed joy on the surface, but a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. However, this warrior surnamed Liu was experienced. Although he had evil intentions in his heart, he just quietly repaired the injured meridians and did not use his skills to see no trace on the surface.

But the next moment, the pupils of the warrior surnamed Liu suddenly contracted, and a thin leg expanded rapidly in his eyes. The warrior surnamed Liu had no time to react and was hit on the face with a leg.

The warrior surnamed Liu was seriously injured. After being unable to defend, he was kicked by Zuo Feng again. The three teeth were beaten out and it was no longer considered a injury. Because his face was broken, many wounds on his body were broken, which was the most deadly thing for him.

The body of the warrior surnamed Liu flew out more than two meters away, and then it hit a heavy trunk on a tree. The giant tree shook its leaves and fell down one after another. Then he was bounced back and fell on the ground again, and he could no longer get up like a pool of mud.

Zuo Feng seemed to have done something insignificant. He turned his face and looked at the corpse puppet who was walking towards him, and said, "Do you have to bring him here in this way? It's almost enough. If he dies or his mouth is dragged away by you like this, how can I ask him later?"

The little head of the wind poked out from behind the corpse puppet, and while controlling the corpse puppet, he continued to walk, saying, "Didn't you tell me to keep a living mouth? What I'm giving you now must be a living person, but you didn't explain before that he still had to be able to speak."

This obviously improper reasoning made Zuo Feng helpless. He walked up to catch the disciple of the Puppet Spirit Sect. At this time, the young man who was originally handsome was no different from the bloody and bloody warriors of Liu. Even the faces of the disciple of the Puppet Spirit Sect looked even more ferocious, and the wounds were covered with gravel and soil.

"You, who are you? You dare to touch the people from our Puppet Spirit Sect, and you dare to take our corpse puppet, the sect leader...huhu."

This disciple of the Puppet Spirit Sect said intermittently with blood spraying in his mouth. Zuo Feng didn't know whether he was because of the attack of the corpse puppet or because he was dragged like this before. However, he nodded when he saw the other party speak, and said without waiting for the other party to finish his harsh words.

"Yeah, it's not bad, it's good to be able to speak. But nonsense can be avoided. I have heard similar words before." Zuo Feng said impatiently, then placed the young man flat on the ground, and then asked.

"I just heard that there are less than thirty disciples like you, the sect leader, who are in charge of personal disciples. What's going on? Shouldn't there be more disciples who can control the corpse puppet like this, the better?"

The disciple of the Puppet Spirit Sect looked at Zuo Feng coldly, with a strong aura of looking at death. Zuo Feng patted his forehead gently and said, "Oh, I almost forgot something. It doesn't matter. You should think about my problem slowly first, and I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Zuo Feng didn't care about the other party's shocked expression, he stood up and walked towards the corpse of the Puppet Spirit Sect disciple whom he killed. Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled out the soul needle from the other party's head. The corpse twitched like a few nerves and then stopped moving again.

Zuo Feng dodged backwards in a strange way and said to himself: "Why are these people who have inserted soul needles so weird when they die, but fortunately I am born with more courage."

The small wooden box was taken out of the crystal, and then carefully put the soul needle in his hand, then turned around and spread his hands to Nifeng and shook it. Nifeng of course knew it, so he threw the soul needle that had been pulled out of the head of another corpse puppet over. Zuo Feng put it into the box, and then carefully put the wooden box away.

When he saw Zuo Feng pulling out the soul needle behind his companion's head, the other injured puppet spiritual disciple couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Zuo Feng clapped his hands casually, then stood up, and walked around the corpse puppet that had lost control, then reached out to gently press it on, and the corpse puppet immediately disappeared out of thin air.

At this time, the disciple of the Puppet Spirit Sect was also stunned. He had not seen clearly how Zuo Feng took out and took back the soul needle before. At this time, he clearly saw that Zuo Feng had used storage secret treasures. If he could put such a corpse puppet in, it would probably be at least a medium-grade storage crystal to do it.

His original aura had long disappeared, and he was replaced by a look of despair. People who could have medium-grade Chu Jing definitely had a strong background. Such a family or power could be on par with the Pure Spirit Sect at the lowest level. His previous threat was just a joke in the eyes of this young man.

The seriously injured disciple of the Puppet Spirit Sect swallowed his saliva, but what he really swallowed was the blood and sand in his mouth. After a few breaths, he spoke and said, "We have all been trained since we were young, but at the level one level of the bone refining stage, less than one-tenth of the people could pass, so there are only less than thirty personal disciples left."

While he was talking, he secretly watched the change in Zuo Feng's expression, fearing that Zuo Feng would be dissatisfied with his answer. After seeing that there was no expression on Zuo Feng's face, he hurriedly said, "I am also the master of the sect leader, but my corpse puppet was destroyed in the previous battle, so I am a person who really understands the inside story. There is no false statement I just said."

Zuo Feng nodded slightly, and when he moved his heart, he started to ask again. He pulled out the soul needle in front of this person, which made the other party feel scared. Later, he used his own Na Jing in front of him, which also made him guess about his identity, and finally proved that Zuo Feng's strategy was extremely effective.

(End of this chapter)
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