Chapter 617: Hades Wants to Retreat

The ghost king frowned, and said coldly: Three years ago, Lu Daozang was severely injured, his strength declined, and he was almost dead, how can we stop you?

He thought Hei Wuchang was lying, so his tone was a little cold.

"Master, it was Li Qingfeng who cured Lu Daozang's dead veins, and Lu Daozang's strength has recovered a lot now, I am not an opponent." Heiwuchang's face changed, and he quickly explained that he was afraid that Master would be angry and punish him.

Hearing this, a cold light flashed in the ghost king's eyes. He naturally knew that Lu Daozang was the temple master of Wudang Mountain. Ten years ago, he was also a peerless strong man, a master of ancient martial arts, but he was attacked and seriously injured later.

"Since it was Lu Daozang who rescued Li Qingfeng, he should be in Wudang Mountain now. We can't kill him for the time being. You send people from the Ghost King Hall to monitor Li Qingfeng. Once he returns to Donghai City, send people to kill him." Ghost King He smiled coldly, with a murderous intent in his tone.

"Yes, Master." Hei Wuchang nodded, then turned and left the laboratory, preparing to send someone to monitor Li Qingfeng.

Seeing Heiwuchang leave, Yan Wang turned around and wanted to leave here too.

"Hmph, did I let you go?" Ghost King snorted coldly, his tone somewhat dissatisfied.

He didn't kill Li Qingfeng, and the ghost king was in a bad mood, because the other party was the son of the overlord Li Sanye, and he had a big enmity with Li Sanye. It is also necessary to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots.

The ghost king had great hopes for Hades, and even gave him the ghost king team, the cloning gene potion, and the power gene potion, but he failed in the end. He was just a waste.

"Master, why do you want me to stay?" Yan Wang looked a little nervous, after all, he failed this time, and it must have left a bad impression in Master's heart.

"Go to the hell practice field to retreat and practice, and come out after breaking through the eighteen gates of hell." The ghost king smiled coldly, and Han Sheng said.

Hell practice field?

Hearing this name, Yama's face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror. Outsiders don't know the horror here, but people in the Ghost King Palace naturally know the horror.

Hell training ground, as the name suggests, is a hell-like practice. There are 18 levels in it, representing 18 levels of hell.

There are many disciples in the Hall of the Ghost King, but only a handful of them can pass through the 18th level, and they can be counted with two hands. Among all the master's disciples, only the senior brother Bai Wuchang and the second senior brother Hei Wuchang succeeded in breaking through the level, but they were also seriously injured Almost died.

"Master, the hell training ground is too scary, I still don't want to go." Yan Wang shook his head, not wanting to go.

"You're trash. Your fiancée Liu Ruyan was taken away by the wolf king, your family was destroyed by the wolf king, and you can't beat the wolf king yourself. If you don't go to the hell training ground, you will be a trash for the rest of your life." The ghost king gave him a cold look. , the tone was full of disdain.

For the horror of the hell practice field, the ghost king is naturally clear, because he almost died when he broke through there when he was young, but he knows that once he breaks through the level successfully, he will become a peerless powerhouse.

Hearing the master's contempt, Yan Wang clenched his fists tightly, his nails pierced into his palms, and the palms were soaked with blood, but he felt no pain. Thinking of the wolf king, he felt a burst of hatred in his heart, wishing to kill the wolf king and unload him. eight dollars.

"This is "Ghost King Kungfu", here it is for you, as long as you master the first three layers of this ancient martial art, killing Li Qingfeng is easy." The ghost king smiled faintly, and handed a black book to the king of hell.

"Ghost King Skill"?

Looking at the kung fu in his hands, Yan Wang felt a burst of joy. This ancient martial art is the unique skill of the ghost king. As long as he masters this kung fu, he can become an ancient martial arts master.

"Master, I will definitely cultivate the "Ghost King Art", and then successfully break through to kill Li Qingfeng." Yan Wang said with a happy face.

Yama bowed to the master, then turned and walked towards the hell trial ground, he was going to retreat and practice.

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Wudang Mountain, inside the room of the Taoist temple.

Li Qingfeng lay on the bed, feeling both enjoying and being tortured.

Lin Xue's little hands were pink and tender, crystal clear like jade, with a hint of cool air, scrubbing Lin Xue's chest, making him feel a burst of coolness.

Liu Ruyan's small hands were a little hot, and the palms were reddish, as if a fire was burning. She kept scrubbing Li Qingfeng's forehead, which made him feel hot.

These two women not only have different personalities, but also have different physiques. One has a cold physique and is cold all over, while the other has a hot physique and is hot all over.

The wounds on Li Qingfeng's body were scabbed, and it was enough to scrub them with hot water, but because of the fight, the two women seemed to be competing over who could take care of others better, so they kept scrubbing him with wet towels.

Scrub it, scrub it again, and keep scrubbing…

Li Qingfeng's body has been scrubbed hundreds of times, and scrubbing once is enjoyment, but scrubbing hundreds of times is not enjoyment, but torture.

Li Qingfeng really couldn't stand the two women's scrubbing, so he could only open his eyes helplessly, and he decided to wake up.

"Honey, you're awake."

"Qingfeng, you're awake."

"Boss, you're awake."

Seeing Li Qingfeng waking up, Lin Xue, Liu Ruyan, and the Taoist priest all looked surprised, and their voices were full of excitement.

cough cough! !

Li Qingfeng couldn't say that he had already woken up, he was pretending to be asleep just now, otherwise these people would definitely be angry, and could only cough twice, pretending to be just awake.

"I'm a little hungry, you two stop scrubbing, can you find me something to eat?" Li Qingfeng looked at the two with some resentment, confused Lin Xue and Liu Ruyan, we took care of them with all our heart You, what are you complaining about.

"Boss, this is a decoction. Since you are awake, drink more, it will be good for your injuries." The Taoist immediately brought a bowl of decoction for Li Qingfeng to drink.

Qingfeng Li frowned, and said: I'm hungry, don't take medicine, go find me something to eat.

Last night in a coma, the Taoist priest had fed Li Qingfeng a full stomach of soup, and now he still had the soup in his body, so he was already full, so he couldn't drink it now.

Li Qingfeng wanted to eat, Lin Xue and Liu Ruyan both stood up and walked towards the kitchen, wanting to cook for Li Qingfeng themselves.

Li Qingfeng knew that Liu Ruyan had a baby in her stomach, and Lin Xue didn't sleep last night. She came here all night in the snow, and was very moved. She didn't let the two of them cook. Qingfeng Li cooks.

Lin Xue came to the kitchen and made Qingfeng Li a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, and Liu Ruyan made him a bowl of soy-pot shredded pork noodles.

When the two women brought the meal in front of Li Qingfeng, Li Qingfeng hesitated a little. Whether to eat Lin Xue's meal first or Liu Ruyan's meal first became a difficult problem.