Chapter 76: A Rich Harvest (Fourth Update)

Looking at the four bodies of the Venom Fang Squad, Xiao Fan and his companions had cold expressions, without any regret at all. These four people were worse than beasts and deserved to be killed!

"This Venom Fang Squad has killed quite a few people, and they actually have so many good things." The fat man searched four soul rings on the four people, which contained a lot of soul stones and soul crystals. They were really rich.

"It's only three million low-grade soul stones in total, is it a lot?" Ling Feng was disdainful, holding two red soul crystals and weighing them, and said: "These two fire attribute soul crystals belong to me, and you can do with the others."

"Xiao Jin, here." The little witch took out a few soul crystals and threw them to Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin growled and swallowed them all into his stomach.

"Here is also a sword and a set of combat skills." Xiao Fan took out two things from the scarred man's soul ring without panic, a black long sword and an old book.

"Old Third, let me see this sword." The fat man stared at the black long sword, his eyes lit up.

Xiao Fan threw it over without caring. The fat man took it and immediately loved it. He looked at it carefully for a while, then looked at Ling Feng and said, "Boss, this Black Wind Sword is a fifth-grade soul weapon, which suits you very well."

Fifth-grade soul weapon? That's hundreds of thousands of low-grade soul stones. Even in Yancheng, fifth-grade soul weapons are extremely rare.

"This sword doesn't suit me." Xiao Fan shrugged. Of course, it's not that this sword doesn't suit him, but that this sword can only play the greatest role in Ling Feng's hands.

"Thank you." Ling Feng hesitated for a while, but still took it. This Black Wind Sword caught his eye when he saw it for the first time, but this sword was obtained by Xiao Fan, so he couldn't say anything.

Xiao Fan smiled, looked at the book in his hand again, opened it, and three big black characters instantly caught the eyes of several people.

"Soul-breaking Palm?" Ling Feng's pupils shrank and he screamed directly.

"Boss, do you know this Soul-breaking Palm?" Xiao Fan looked at Ling Feng in confusion. When the scarred man used this fighting skill before, Ling Feng reminded him.

Ling Feng was silent for a long time before he said, "It is said that the complete Soul-Breaking Palm is a ninth-grade combat skill, with nine levels. If you practice it to the peak, you can kill the combat soul of a war saint!"

"Kill the combat soul of a war saint?" Xiao Fan and the others screamed in surprise, and they could not calm down.

The war saint is almost the peak of the war soul continent. This Soul-Breaking Palm can actually kill the combat soul of a war saint. If you practice it to the peak, wouldn't you be invincible in the world?

Ling Feng naturally saw what they were thinking, and shook his head and said, "That's just a rumor. It is said that there are nine levels, but I have never seen anyone practice it to the ninth level. Moreover, even if this combat skill is very strong and can kill the combat soul of a war saint, you must have enough strength. Besides, a war saint will not stand there and let him kill you."

Everyone nodded. They knew what Ling Feng meant very well. If you are not strong enough, it doesn't matter if you practice the Soul-Breaking Palm to the ninth level. Moreover, cultivators of the same level will not stand there stupidly and let you kill them.

If others can't beat you, can't you run away?

"This book is already broken, and it is probably incomplete." Ling Feng said, "Besides, I heard that it is very difficult to practice this Soul Shattering Palm. Third brother, you'd better not spend too much time on it."

"Yes, I know." Xiao Fan nodded with a smile, but still put it into the soul ring, and pondered in his heart: "Is it difficult?"

If Ling Feng knew Xiao Fan's talent in practicing combat skills, he probably wouldn't say so. He can easily practice even the fifth-grade combat skills, so what if he can practice the ninth-grade combat skills?

"Little witch, what did you get from that?" Xiao Fan changed the subject and looked at Ye Shiyu.

The little witch Ye Shiyu also took out a book and said, "I only want this combat skill, and I don't want anything else."

"Oh?" The three looked at the little witch in surprise. Could it be that this combat skill has a great origin?

"This is the sixth-grade combat skill soul power binding, which can bind a person's soul power and even the combat soul. It is just right for me to practice." The little witch explained.

Everyone nodded, naturally no objection, the little witch has the eighth-grade fighting soul Silver Emperor Vine, this soul binding fighting skill is most suitable for her to practice.

"Can you show it to me?" However, Xiao Fan was a little unwilling to give up. As long as it was a fighting skill, he would not let it go, because with the Endless War Codex, he collected low-grade fighting skills and could evolve high-grade fighting skills.

"Damn hooligan, I warn you, you can only look." The little witch glared at Xiao Fan fiercely, but still handed the soul binding to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan smiled bitterly, opened the book, took a quick look, and imprinted all the contents in his mind, thinking to himself: I will practice well when I have time in the future.

He threw the fighting skill back to the little witch, looked at everyone again, his expression became solemn, and said: "Do you want to continue moving forward?"

Several people frowned. If the bearded man's words were true, they would continue to go deep into the Soul Beast Mountain Range from here, and there must be something extraordinary. But, what if the bearded man lied to them and deliberately let them die?

"Aren't you going to look for the blood crystal grass? The autumn hunt in Yancheng is coming, and we must strengthen our strength." Ling Feng's eyes were unusually firm.

"Yes, if we hadn't met the Poison Fang Squad, we would have gone in as well. As the saying goes, wealth and honor come in danger. If you don't even have this little courage, how can you talk about practicing." The fat man nodded. After killing the Poison Fang Squad, he only got a few soul crystals and hundreds of thousands of low-grade soul stones, and he felt a little unwilling in his heart.

"Then keep moving forward." Xiao Fan took a deep breath and said.

"Damn hooligan, you haven't asked me yet." The little witch stomped her feet in anger. She didn't expect Xiao Fan to ignore her directly.

"Don't worry, as long as I don't die, you won't die either." Xiao Fan said nonchalantly.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was confused. The little witch's face turned crimson, as if she was about to drip water, and she thought to herself: "Does this guy really like me? Hmph, you stinking scoundrel, when you fall in love with me, I will definitely kick you." Kick me away, I'll be so sad!"

Ling Feng's eyes flickered, and finally he could only sigh in his heart. He felt a sense of failure that he had never felt before. He liked the person he liked, and he liked others. The most important thing was that Xiao Fan didn't take the little witch to heart yet. superior.

The fat man smiled very cheaply, as if he was really having an affair.

Xiao Fan, four people and one beast continued on the road, walking deep into the Soul Beast Mountain Range. As for the corpses of the Poison Fang Team and the Poison Wolves, Xiao Fan and the others ignored them. They believed that soon there would be soul beasts to clean up the place. .

An hour after they left, three figures appeared here, the leader of which was Sun Ting, the head of the Sun family.

"Master, the Poison Fang Team is dead, and there are still the bodies of about twenty Poison Wolves. The person who killed them is probably from the War Sect Realm." A middle-aged man in a green robe said respectfully.

"War Zong Realm?" Sun Ting frowned. He knew very well the strength of the Poison Fang Team. Even those at the highest level of the War Zong Realm could not be their opponents. This was why he asked the Poison Fang Team to stay here.

"Master, judging from the traces of the battlefield, it should be..." Another middle-aged man in black robe observed the scene and said.

But before he finished speaking, Sun Ting disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was next to a broken tree, where there was a piece of black cloth stained with blood.

"It's Xiao Fan and the others!" Sun Ting's expression turned cold, and a strong murderous intention burst out.

"How is it possible? Even we may not be able to easily solve the Poison Fang Squad and these twenty-odd Poison Wolves." The middle-aged man in green robe said in surprise.

"Don't forget, except for Xiao Fan, these people are all eighth-grade or above fighting spirit owners. I didn't expect them to grow up so fast. This is beyond my expectation!" Sun Tinghan said, with another thought in his heart. Added: "If we can't kill them this time, maybe we really won't have a chance in the future!"

With a whoosh, the three people disappeared in a flash, obviously going deep into the Soul Beast Mountain Range.