Chapter 21 Situ Qingfeng

"Shop, you can eat whatever you want."

The female beggar shouted loudly, causing the guests around her to frown one after another. This restaurant is very gorgeous, and the food in it is so precious that ordinary practitioners can't afford it. A beggar also dared to come in, and nine times he fainted from hunger.

The handyman in the store trotted up and waved dissatisfiedly, "Roll, it's really unlucky."

pa——

With a crisp sound, the handyman was slapped to the ground and spit out several bloody teeth.

"What a fast speed."

Xu Le, who followed behind, sighed secretly. With his strength, he only saw a shadow. You can imagine how fast the female beggar's action was.

"If you look down on people, be careful to dig out your eyes and serve food quickly."

The female beggar sat on an empty table, and her eyes swept over Xu Le and pouted, "Poor."

Are you a poor man? Xu Le couldn't help crying or laughing, but thinking about it, he really didn't have anything good about him. Even if you wear a ring on your finger, it is estimated that people who don't know the goods will only regard it as an ordinary accessory.

Xu Le just smiled at the female beggar and sat straight opposite her.

"I'm a poor man, so if I want to have a meal with you, it's the price of you to compensate me for my clothes."

The female beggar's eyes widened a little, and it seemed that she didn't expect Xu Le to be so cheeky. However, she didn't have an attack. Instead, she said slowly, "It's okay to eat, but I'm afraid you can't stand up when you're full."

After being full of wine and food, the female beggar took out a bean-sized elixir from somewhere and put it on the table. She raised her chin and left in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Bexic elixir."

Xu Le was slightly stunned. This is the most dream of every practitioner. If taken for a long time, it can enhance the toughness of muscles, quench impurities in flesh and blood, and steadily improve strength. However, this elixir is difficult to refine, and not all disciples in Jiujian Valley are eligible to enjoy it.

Xu Le only got one body elixir from Xianmen before becoming an elite disciple, so the status of an alchemy master is absolutely comparable to that of a saint.

A beggar pays the bill with elixirs at will, which is simply a waste of luxury.

Xu Le followed her quietly, turned around in the ancient town, and finally stopped in front of a large courtyard. Two middle-aged men stood at the door. They saw the female beggar quickly and respectfully greeted them and bowed and said, "Little master, you are finally back. At a quarter of the evening, the young master will be angry."

"Cut, what are you worrying about? I'm just panicking and going out to get some air." The beggar pouted dissatisfiedly, then turned around and pointed to Xu Le and said, "Throw this guy into the alley in front of him and don't let Miss Ben see him again."

The two bodyguards were both quenched and five-level cultivation. One of them waved a silver stick and hit Xu Le directly. It seemed that he wanted to solve all the problems with one move.

" Stop."

As soon as Xu Le was about to grab the weapon with his bare hands, he heard a roar. A handsome figure blocked him. His slender five fingers were like dragonflies, stirring up partial water lines. He quietly grabbed the silver rod and easily dissolved the violent power.

"Young Master."

When the two guards at the door saw the visitor, they were so scared that they knelt down.

"Brother."

The beggar shouted delicately, grabbed the man's arm and shook it gently. She rolled her eyes at Xu Le: "This guy is too thick-skinned. I just want to teach him a lesson."

"Nonsense."

The man shouted in a low voice, turned around and looked at Xu Le and hugged his fist and said, "In Sima Qingfeng, my little sister was so stubborn that she had been offended before. Please forgive me."

Xu Le's eyes swept over him, and his heart was extremely surprised. This person is one or two years younger than himself, but his cultivation is extremely simple, and his strength has reached the level of quenching. Especially his body outside, his skin is crystal clear and jade, as if it were natural jade.

There is a faint layer of fluorescence flowing under the skin, like white jade blood.

"God physique!"

Xu Le is really shocked. When a person's physical structure completely transforms into another state of existence, he becomes a supernatural physique. This is the king's body in the physique, which is beyond ordinary people's imagination in terms of cultivation speed and power growth.

Feng Feifei, the first genius in the Nine Sword Valley, is a magical physique, and she is also a very powerful five-emer. The divine physique is also divided into true and false. The real body is born, and the prosthesis is the acquired metamorphosis.

The man in front of him is obviously a prosthesis in a magical body. No wonder his strength is unfathomable. Xu Le's face was a little dignified. He knew that the supernatural physique was very powerful. Like Lu Dameng and the black lady in Jiujian Valley, their physical structure had not completely metamorphed, and it could not be regarded as a supernatural physique at all.

And he swallowed the blood milk of the sea flying dragonfly and began to condense the fire of energy under his muscles and skin, but it was still a long way from transforming into a magical body. Only when the fire of energy completely transforms into flying dragonfly scales will it be the king in the physique.

Even if it is born the day after tomorrow, its potential has been stimulated to the peak.

"Your boy has a good vision." The beggar snorted, "Brother, why are you so polite to him?"

Sima Qingfeng's vision is very frank, even very pure, just like a newborn baby. A powerful man actually had a kind of eyes, and Xu Le was hairy all over his body.

"Qinglian, don't be unreasonable. This brother doesn't want to be like you, otherwise even if I take action, he may not be able to resist it."

"Impossible."

Sima Qinglian shouted, with an incredible face, and the two guards were sweating with fear and pale faces.

Xu Le looked up on him a little. This Sima Qingfeng's eyesight is not ordinary poisonous, and he seems to be able to sense the strength of his breath.

"Xu Le is just curious about the theft method of Miss Qinglian, so I followed up and took a look, but there was no other intention." Xu Le hugged his fist slightly, "I'm leaving now."

"Brother Xu, please wait a moment. Since you're here, you might as well go into the room and drink a cup of tea. Just think of it as an apology for your little sister's recklessness."

Sima Qingfeng is indeed elegant, and there is a charm away from the world between his hands and feet. I don't know what kind of martial arts he practiced, and there is such a wonderful thing.

Xu Le did not refuse. His purpose was to understand the theft. When he entered the house, he saw more than a dozen people sitting quietly in the corner. They all closed their eyes, and three of them were still in a state of wandering.

"What the hell are these people? Three soul practitioners suddenly appeared." Xu Le's eyes were swept away, and he guessed that Sima Qingfeng must also be a soul practitioner. If he is not afraid of revealing his real means, Xu Le would like to open his spiritual eyes and observe their soul cultivation.

A cup of tea was poured into the cup, and two rotating whirlpools of rising fog suddenly rose, and the refreshing aroma penetrated into the nose, just like a tonic thing entering the body and causing flesh and blood to wriggle all over the body.

"This tea contains rare aura!"

Xu Le thought he felt wrong, so he took a deep breath and then spread his eyebrows.

"Brother Situ, this cup of clear tea is so precious that I can't afford to enjoy it."

I'm afraid that the martial arts master in the fairy gate is not qualified to take a sip of clear tea containing rare aura, but this Sima Qingfeng casually takes it out to entertain others. Even an ordinary saint may not be comparable to this family.

"Ha ha, I don't have any other treasures, but there are many treasures. You are lucky to drink this, which is better than eating ten elixirs. Sima Qinglian was very unhappy, and Xu Le was like a country bumpkin in the world in her eyes.

Jubaomen? Xu Le thought for a moment and was very strange to this fairy gate. He had never heard of it. Maybe it was a stronger force than Canghai Fairy Gate and Snow Mountain Fairy Gate.

With two cooes, Xu Le looked up and drank the cup of clear tea. Suddenly, he felt an airflow integrated into his flesh and blood, and another airflow rushed straight into his mind and actually integrated into his soul.

"Hmm?"

Xu Le's eyes bloomed, and he finally knew why the airflow flowing from the stone sword could heal his serious injury and invisibly change his physical structure. Because that airflow is aura, which is very mellow and rich thousands of times.

Thinking this way, the thick fog around the sword of the kings in the boundless sea of bitterness is naturally the spiritual fog, which is the strongest cultivation resource condensed from aura.

If you can absorb the aura at will, isn't the practice a real day and a thousand miles? Not to mention the martial arts master, even if you break through the holy realm, you can easily get it.

Xu Le's eyes were full of domineering, and the fearing momentum was born, like a huge wave turning over, wanting to swallow everyone in the room.

The people practicing in the corner of the wall woke up one after another, and Situ Qinglian retreated seven or eight steps in a row. Only Situ Qingfeng's eyebrows moved slightly, his body twisted gently, and the loose robe brushed, but his footsteps did not move at all.

"Those with upright hearts can resist demons and evil; those with vast hearts can accept sea rivers, and those with empty hearts can understand the ways."

Situ Qingfeng opened his mouth and sang, and his words were Xuanzhu. The room seemed to have been swept away by the breeze, becoming comfortable and quiet, and everyone took a long breath.

However, Xu Le's ears were agitated, and two sharp forces surged, and his mind was thundering, and the scene in front of him turned upside down. I saw a golden armor giant holding a thunder and lightning hammer in the air to kill evil spirits.

"What a powerful soul secret skill."

Xu Le was not confused by foreign objects. He turned his mind and a sword of soul rose to the sky and collided with the thunder and lightning hammer.

The two bodies trembled at the same time and looked at each other. Situ Qingfeng's eyes are frank and not sad or happy.

Xu Leqiang endured dizziness and secretly said that this guy was more powerful. Although he is in the middle of the soul condensation, he is a master of the late stage of the enemy's soul condensation. This boy can take a move without calming down, which shows that his soul cultivation is a little better than himself.

The disciples of the treasure gathering around showed shock. They didn't expect that a five-level practitioner could burst out such a powerful attack power. Especially the soul cultivation is enough to kill all of them in seconds.

"Brother Xu must be practicing the secret skill of the Nangong family. Are you the son-in-law of the little princess of Nangong?"

Son-in-law!

Xu Le shook his head like a rattle. Nangong Xiaoxiao didn't look good to him. It was just a chance encounter between them.