Chapter 185 Ancient Bamboo Brief

Han Feng stood quietly in the cold wind, showing rare fatigue in his eyes, and the spirit of the old ghost reached a terrible state. In an instant, Han Feng was completely suppressed and almost came to a miserable end...

Spiritual attack is a completely different level of attack with force. Although a person with excellent martial arts skills is strong in spirit, he is not as good as a person who simply cultivates spiritual power. Masters who simply cultivate spiritual power are extremely rare in the Xuanhuang Dynasty. They not only need the talent of those who practice, but also need to meet famous teachers and practice in an appropriate way. The cultivation of spiritual power is extremely difficult. Ordinary people regard it as afraid of the road and refuse to try it easily... Han Feng did not expect to see this kind of thing in this old ghost... Strong spiritual people can even control the other party's mind, make the other party use it for themselves and become their own puppet...

Although Han Feng has always been strong in spirit, he has not specialized in spiritual martial arts, so he was injured by an old ghost in the first face...

Han Feng turned his head and saw that Dongfang fell there carefully. He quickly flew away and held her in his arms... But he saw her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep. He gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white lotus-like small arms. Han Feng put his hand on her wrist and felt that her pulse was stable and there was no discomfort... Han Feng gently called her a few times, but Dongfang was as careful as if he fainted, and there was no reaction...

Obviously, Dongfang Beware was attacked by mental skills. Han Feng was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Because he felt that there was no harm in the Oriental's careful body...

After thinking for a while, Han Feng suddenly walked to the old ghost's body. The old ghost's body curled up on the ground, his face was purple and blue, and his eyes were wide open like dead fish eyes, and there was no longer any vitality...

Han Feng bent down and reached out to search for his clothes... a bulging skin in his arms. After groping for a while, a gray thing has reached Han Feng's hand...

Han Feng untied his skin, in which there was a check of two million taels of silver and several gold leaves. It seems that this guy is very rich and doesn't know where he comes from? Han Feng said to himself. He put things into his arms honestly and rudely...

There are still some strange things in the skin, which Han Feng has not seen, but intuitively, Han Feng can feel that this old ghost must be good at crooked ways. However, an oil paper bag aroused Han Feng's interest... Obviously, the owner attaches great importance to the contents for fear of getting wet, so he took two layers of insurance...

The dark yellow oil paper bag flipped in Han Feng's hand. In a short time, Han Feng has opened it...

A book of animal skin lay in an oil paper bag, and Han Feng gently took it out. Three ancient seal characters are written on the animal skin: Shen Boli. Han Feng can know intuitively that this book is about the martial arts of spiritual power. Next to the beast's leather note are a few animal bones. The white animal bones are engraved with dense small words. Han Feng picked it up and glanced at it, and felt an old breath coming towards him... He didn't have time to look closely, so he put it in his arms...

Han Feng was worried about Dongfang's care, who had been unconscious, so he didn't have time to take a closer look at what he got, so he confiscated them all. Then, pick up Dongfang carefully, who has been in a coma, and his body has disappeared in place...

A dark cave. A young man with a slightly pale face is sitting cross-legged. There is a sleeping beauty beside him...

This person is Han Feng. At this moment, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and two sword-like eyes burst out of his eyes and stabbed the mountain wall several feet away.

"Zi."

A sound sounded. There was an opening on the mountain wall. Like a pattern... Han Feng's eyes seemed to see people's hearts. At this time, if the old ghost is still alive, he will be shocked, because Han Feng actually cultivated the divine power that took ten years to cultivate, and it took an hour to become an entry-level state...

At this moment, Han Feng looked at the pattern on the opposite stone wall and nodded slightly in his heart. It is not a fluke that he can reach this level. Because the accumulation of spiritual power in his body has already reached a very strong level. What is missing is just a move. This divine wave is about how to use spiritual power to attack the enemy. It's complicated, but it's actually very simple. Han Feng summed it up in one sentence, that is, concentrate all the spiritual forces to mobilize the element molecules in the air, and then condense it into a little to attack...

Thinking of this, Han Feng looked at a fist-sized stone in the distance. He meditated silently in his heart, and the stone became bigger and bigger in his mind... He seemed to feel the lines in the stone...

"Hi." Han Feng shouted with a shout of spring thunder, and the two divine lights seemed to burst out of his eyes like entities. The stone unexpectedly rose in the air, slammed on the stone wall of the cave, and then turned into countless debris scattered on the ground... There was no power fluctuation in the air. Han Feng's eyes also showed a kind of surprise. If he unexpectedly attacked the enemy with his spirit in the future, it would have an unexpected effect... A wisp of smile appeared at the corner of Han Feng's mouth, which could become one of his cards...

Han Feng turned his head and looked at Dongfang Care, who had been sleeping. His heart moved, and his figure appeared beside Dongfang Care. At this moment, he has a relatively comprehensive understanding of spiritual power. As soon as his mind moves, his consciousness has entered the purple sea of his divine palace...

Han Feng can feel the disorder of mental power in Dongfang's body, and he carefully explores her mental fluctuations with mental power...

Slowly, a smile appeared on Han Feng's face, and the problem was found. It turned out that the old ghost closed the Oriental Careful spiritual catheter with spiritual power, so that the orders in the Purple Sea of her divine mansion could not be transmitted to her nerve endings... Then, Oriental Care became a sleeping beauty and could never wake up. Just because the old ghost's attention was always on Han Feng at that time, Dongfang was not seriously injured...

A wisp of light shot out of Han Feng's eyes and carefully entered her spiritual world from the careful eyes of the East...

The blood slowly returned to Dongfang's carefully pale cheeks, and her long eyelashes began to tremble...

Slowly, Dongfang carefully opened his eyes, and in front of her was a young man who was staring at her... Their eyes suddenly looked at each other. Slowly, affectionate brilliance appeared in his eyes...

"Are you awake?" A greeting came to Dongfang's careful ears. Her face turned red and she turned slightly shyly. Fingers inadvertently rubbed the corners of clothes for no purpose...

"What happened?" Dongfang asked carefully and in a low voice.

"You have been in a coma for two hours, but it has made me miss you for a long time." Han Feng said.

"Do you still know that you miss me?" Dongfang turned around cautiously and stared at Han Feng's face with strange brilliance in his eyes.

"It was so dangerous just now. The old man turned out to be a master of spiritual power. I almost can't save you." Han Feng felt a little uncomfortable.

Dongfang was carefully attracted by Han Feng's words and said, "Oh, when I saw you being fixed by the old ghost, you were as if you were petrified. You were anxious, so I stabbed the old ghost with a sword. Unexpectedly, he only looked at me. I had a pain in my head and didn't know anything. It was really terrible. His eyes are like death..." Her small body trembled. A look with lingering palpitations...

Han Feng smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. The old ghost has been sent back to his hometown by me."

"Did you kill him?" Dongfang asked carefully.

"It's so close. Thanks to the sword you stabbed at the old ghost, I have a chance. Otherwise..." Han Feng said with a wry smile, "But it's all right now." He looked to the east carefully and his eyes were full of gratitude.

"At that time, I saw that you suddenly became petrified and scared. The old ghost was so terrible that he seemed to be able to determine people's life and death at a glance..." Dongfang said cautiously, "I don't know where he came from. The world is so big that there are really everything..."

Seeing Dongfang carefully become a little delicate in front of him, Han Feng suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart for no reason. He laughed and said, "Nothing, he's not dead yet. We are not weak either. The female owner of Shenlong Martial Arts Academy is famous all over the world, and which one is disrespectful..."

Dongfang smiled carefully, and his face looked much better. He said, "Your poor mouth is coming again, but I like to hear you say these slippery words..."

Han Feng coughed. He said, "It's getting late, Oriental Lord, should we go?"

Dongfang carefully showed two shallow dimples on his face and said, "Okay, but if you want to carry me, I can't walk..." Han Feng's face turned into a bitter gourd. The East laughed carefully, his figure shook, and a gust of fragrant wind passed by, and it had gone far away...

From afar, laughter came: "Fool, I'm teasing you. It's really beautiful..."

"It's really difficult." Han Feng smiled bitterly, turned into a rainbow light, and chased forward in an instant, and the breeze turned into two lights and shadows...

In the night, the tall temple is held on the hillside, looking like a huge monster from afar. This is where the general altar of the Green Snake Gang is located...

Han Feng sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, holding a few black pieces of bamboo in his hand. The bamboo pieces have the thickness of two fingers side by side. He gently unfolds them, and several bamboo pieces are connected together...

Extremely small silky silk threads pass through the bamboo pieces, and then form a book... The yellow bamboo pieces exude an ancient atmosphere...