Chapter 247 A wolf in dog's clothing

Chapter 247 A wolf in dog's clothing

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

One month later, Qingfeng chopped down a tree that could be hugged by ten people with one cut, but the bamboo sword in his hand was intact.

Qingfeng had already cultivated this skill to the super-super-great perfection.

The second level...

Three years later, Qingfeng sat cross-legged on a huge rock, with mysterious golden tadpole-like characters surrounding him and moving around him.

After he used the secret scroll of the heavenly book and his own understanding, the Tyrant Body Art was rebuilt and improved by him.

His skin was tighter, his bones were stronger, and his skin, bones, blood and flesh had been trained to perfection. It seemed that even a cultivator in the foundation-building period could not hurt him with a sword with all his strength.

The indestructible bell cover had been transformed into another scene by him.

He opened his eyes, and the bell cover transformed by the protective qi was condensed into two arm guards surrounding his arms.

It can be seen that its thickness is half an inch, and the golden runes on it are shining, which is very beautiful. Qingfeng thinks that even the might of a sword from a great power in the Jindan period can certainly block it.

His mind moved, and a blood-colored armor appeared on his body. It was the object transformed by the Blood Evil Divine Art. Its hardness should not be underestimated. Unfortunately, this art requires a lot of blood evil energy, and he has only refined it to a small degree.

There is also the most annoying thing for him at the moment, that is, although he has many spells, unfortunately, he has practiced them all in a mess.

The Heaven and Earth Eight Desolate Water Dragon Art was only the first level of practice, as for the big handprint, it was also the first level, and Ao Tongtian's Fire Cloud Divine Art was not practiced at all.

Xuantian Twenty-four Sticks is his offensive artifact, but unfortunately he has only practiced it to the tenth style. Now that his skills have greatly improved, his strength has increased by more than 20,000 pounds, and has reached a strength of 170,000 to 180,000 pounds. Naturally, he must continue to practice it well.

While he was thinking, he saw a white light coming rapidly in the distance. Before he could think about it, the thing pounced into his arms.

It was Xiaobai, Qingfeng touched its head.

"What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?" Qingfeng said with some blame.

Qingfeng looked at the guy in front of him. At this moment, he was no longer the furry little guy back then. He was already ten feet long and eight feet tall. He was a big guy.

During this period, perhaps due to the rich nutrition, this guy continued to grow rapidly.

"Ah..." Xiaobai called out. It was not a dog barking, but a wolf howling. Qingfeng also knew that this guy was an out-and-out white wolf.

"Ah..." Xiaobai called out to him again. Qingfeng followed his gaze and saw a huge crab about two feet tall on the coast.

Qingfeng was speechless. Why did this guy set his sights on seafood again? But he hadn't eaten for a long time. It would be nice to have some meat today.

When he thought of this, he saw him walking towards the beach with a big stick in his hand.

In the evening, the crabs on the grill were roasted by him and the oil was sizzling, and the aroma was endless.

The snow-white crab meat was really delicious. Qingfeng was very satisfied with it. The white wolf ate it voraciously, fearing that he would not eat enough. While eating, he kept looking at the crab meat on the fire. He was a real foodie.

After eating, this guy excitedly roared at the full moon. It was really like a silver wolf howling at the moon.

The next morning, Qingfeng got up to practice the technique. He wanted to use his greatest ability to practice the technique he knew to the highest level.

The Water Dragon Technique of the Eight Desolations of Heaven and Earth, the water vapor between heaven and earth, the sea is just right for practicing this technique.

…

In a blink of an eye, another three years passed. At the edge of the sea, a bursting sound was heard, and Qingfeng was seen controlling a ten-foot-long water dragon to fly. m.

The water dragon was surprisingly lifelike, just like a real dragon.

As soon as he made a gesture, the water dragon roared at the sea, suddenly dived into the sea, and then caught a ten-meter-long fish.

"Big Handprint"

A ten-foot-long handprint was struck out by Qingfeng, and it immediately hit the big fish. There was a bursting sound, and the big fish was immediately torn into pieces by this palm.

"Fire Cloud Divine Art"

A sea of ​​fire passed by, and the body of the big fish disappeared instantly, having been burned to ashes by the fire.

At this moment, the Heaven and Earth Eight Desolations Water Dragon Art had been cultivated to the fifth level by him, the fourth level of the big handprint, and the lowest level of the Fire Cloud Divine Art was the third level.

At this time, he jumped up, and in the air he saw him pull out the short stick behind him, which turned into a two-meter big stick in an instant.

He only heard him shout: "Xuantian Twenty-Four Sticks, the Eighteenth Stick, the End of Misfortune Will Be Good..."

Half a month later, Qingfeng washed and dressed up, and had food with Xiaobai. This guy is now two feet long and ten feet tall, a real big guy, and it seems that he has been living a very comfortable life these days.

He finally took a deep look at this place, where he had been for nearly ten years.

Ten years, it seemed like a snap of the fingers, and it was as slow as a snail climbing a tree.

But at this moment, Qingfeng couldn't wait any longer. He missed his father, his mother, and many other people. He was really eager to go home and didn't want to waste any more time.

He jumped up and landed on Xiaobai.

"Let's go, Xiaobai."

"Ah..."

At this moment, Qingfeng suddenly felt a heat flowing through his body, which immediately burned his internal organs dry.

"Ah..." Qingfeng screamed, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

The dragon blood broke out again.

For ten years, Qingfeng thought it had merged with the dragon ball and was dead, but he still underestimated it.

He looked inside and found that the dragon ball, which was like a stone at the beginning, had once again become golden and shiny, and the dragon blood had actually taken shape.

This sight frightened him greatly, and he didn't know what this guy was going to do. If he continued to toss and turn, Qingfeng would be tormented to death.

He quickly took out the cold jade cushion and began to use the mysterious skills to suppress it. This time, the sudden attack of the dragon blood really caught Qingfeng off guard.

Fortunately, after half a day, the dragon blood finally calmed down, which made Qingfeng breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at the dragon blood and dragon ball in the purple mansion, Qingfeng knew that it was impossible to go home. It seemed that he had to go to the Bailing Mountain Wu Clan.

Although he had figured out the Dragon Painting Sutra, the dragon ball was easy to get, but the dragon blood was a problem. He had to go there to find the totem technique to see if he could solve the dragon blood crisis.

One month later, deep in the Ten Thousand Savage Mountains, Qingfeng did not expect that the place where the Wu Clan lived was so difficult to travel.

There were towering ancient trees and ancient beasts everywhere. Qingfeng did not expect that there was such a terrifying place in the world.

While thinking about it, a loud roar came from the front.

"Roar...ah"

Qingfeng saw a big guy ten feet tall appear between the ancient trees.