Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 127 Going up the mountain

"Bang Bang Bang!"

"Son!"

Someone knocked at the door. Qin Feng opened the door and yawned:

"Ah!! Oh, it's Shopkeeper Yan, what's the matter?"

Seeing Qin Feng's pale face, Yan Wenguang looked inside the house and asked anxiously:

"My lord, are you okay? Those two?"

Qin Feng laughed:

"I also want to thank Shopkeeper Yan for reminding me, otherwise Qin Feng would not be able to make it tonight! The matter has been resolved. Shopkeeper Yan, thank you for your hard work, thank you for your trouble!"

Yan Wenguang felt relieved when he heard Qin Feng say this:

"Then Sir, please take a good rest. I will leave first. If you need anything, you can call me at any time. I am downstairs and ready to take your orders at any time!"

"Thank you!"

After sending Yan Wenguang away, Qin Feng calmed down and muttered, "Two level fives, haha, this underestimates me too much!"

After saying that, he continued to practice.

This whole scene was seen by a pair of large, blinking eyes. These eyes seemed full of questions and curiosity, but then disappeared into the darkness.

Yan Wenguang came to the guest room downstairs, sat at the table, tilted his head and thought about something, but he couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.

Because the Ranger Alliance's powerful intelligence network is not inferior to that of the Ghost Hand Organization, when he received the news, he already knew that these two people were low-level killers in the Blood Hand Organization, and they were only level five spiritual practitioners.

Clearly seeing two figures entering Qin Feng's guest room, even if Qin Feng was defeated, there should be some movement. Because it was heard that this ninth master had killed an opponent above his level and escaped from a Saint-level formation master, Yan Wenguang was not in a hurry to rescue him.

But the absence of any movement made his heart tremble, because the methods used by the killers were so strange and difficult to guard against, and he was really afraid that Qin Feng had fallen into their trap!

There was no sign of fighting in Qin Feng's room. If Qin Feng hadn't looked unhappy, no one would have thought that he was assassinated.

It took only a dozen breaths from the time the two men entered to the time he knocked on the door. What happened here in such a short time?

So he couldn't figure it out, the only thing that made him sure was that this Ninth Master was definitely not ordinary!

The next morning:

"Master, please take care of yourself. I am waiting for you to come back here! There are some emergency items in here, please take them with you."

Seeing Wushang's eyes were red, Qin Feng stepped forward and hugged Wushang:

"Don't worry, Uncle Wushang. I am blessed with a long life and I promise to bring you back safe and sound. Please take good care of yourself and the little mute!"

"Don't worry, sir!"

Qin Feng turned around and pinched the little mute's face:

"Listen to Uncle Wushang and don't make trouble!"

"Woo! Aaaaaaa!"

The little mute blushed and glared at Qin Feng.

Yan Wenguang pulled Qin Feng over and whispered:

"Young Master, you must be careful on your way here. Your story has spread here in the past two days. You must pay attention to the Ghost Hand and Holy Forging Organizations, especially the Holy Forging Organization. Almost all the fire-attributed cultivators who come here to practice with a higher level of cultivation are related to the Holy Forging Organization. Remember, if it really comes to a life-and-death situation, release this signal and someone will naturally help you out!"

Qin Feng took a wooden ball and knew it was a product of the Mohist school:

"Well! Qin Feng thanks the shopkeeper. When I'm not around, I'd like to trouble the shopkeeper to take good care of my two companions. Please!"

"Don't worry, sir!"

"Let's go! Stop nagging!"

Following Xu Gun's roar, the two of them set out on foot towards the towering volcano in the distance.

"Be careful, young master, and have a safe journey!!!"

Wushang's sharp cry came from behind, gradually fading away!

After killing Han Fangzhi and Chu Xuan, Qin Feng knew that he had already made enemies with the Holy Forging Organization. This time, he came to Yanhai and was completely in the Holy Forging's home turf. Coupled with the assassination by Blood Hand last night, Qin Feng was very upset. "He got into trouble without knowing it. Who cares? Who will kill him? But I'm afraid that Xu Gun will be in trouble if he follows me. It seems that I have to find a way to leave him, otherwise it will not be good if I implicate him!"

As he thought so, Xu Gun was also thinking, "I'm afraid this trip here will be a troubled time! This kid is really not an easy task. Oh! I'm afraid I have to protect him at the risk of my life!"

Yanhai is a holy place for fire-attribute monks to practice. Not only is there a lot of fire-attribute spiritual energy here, but it is also rich in fire-attribute crystals, which is basically the same as the situation in several other holy places for practice. For example, the Ice Valley that Qin Feng had been to, the water-attribute crystals produced there are indispensable for making water-attribute weapons.

The fire crystal inlaid on the red crystal fire vine staff in Qin Feng's hand came from here. It is a seventh-level spiritual fire crystal, which is considered to be a good quality thing and quite rare!

Starting from the edge of the Yanhai Sea, there is a bumpy gentle slope inward. It is dark brown in color and feels warm to the feet.

As you go higher, the slope becomes steeper and the temperature under your feet becomes higher, which is very similar to the Frozen Valley.

Wangshan is a dead horse.

The absurdly large volcano in front of him seemed very close, but after two hours, Qin Feng estimated that he had only walked about two or three tenths of it.

“Puff! Chi!!!”

Not far away, a small stream of red gas shot out from a small crack more than ten meters high, then dissipated. Next to the crack, a young man sat cross-legged, practicing quietly.

This situation became more and more common until it appeared in spots.

"You see, these people choose different places to practice according to their different cultivation levels. The higher the cultivation level, the closer they are to the foot of the mountain."

"Well! This place is much more desolate than the Frozen Valley!"

"Hehe! Do you understand now how rare fire-attribute monks are?"

Qin Feng tilted his head and asked:

"Then can all fire-attribute monks practice secret techniques and forging?"

“Hahaha! In theory, that’s possible. But there are very few people who can truly achieve the secret method of forging double essence.”

"Why is this?"

"One is human nature! Those who specialize in forging tend to pay more attention to their material life. Most blacksmiths have rich families and no worries about food and clothing. On the other hand, those who specialize in practicing magic pursue a higher realm and yearn to travel the world with swords."

"The second is bloodline talent. People with high bloodline levels like to practice magic, break through themselves, break through their limits, and never stop. As for those with low bloodline levels, there is no hope for practicing magic, so they can only give up their weaknesses and focus on their strengths. Because the requirements for bloodline talent in the art of forging are much lower than those for practicing magic, these people can only specialize in the art of forging!"

"Of these three, if we take away blood and humanity, what else is left?"

Qin Feng frowned:

"Then it can only be a madman!"

Xu Gun laughed out loud after hearing this:

"Hahahaha, you're right, he's a lunatic! Hahahahahaha!"

Qin Feng saw Xu Gun's crazy laughter and muttered:

"Old madman!"

By the evening, the huge volcano was not far away from Qin Feng.

When he got here, Qin Feng felt a little bit of heat, but it was not a big problem. Xu Gun was surprised. He did not ask Qin Feng about his feelings along the way because he knew that Qin Feng had divine fire. But even if he had divine fire, his cultivation was only level 4 spiritual cultivation, and the level of divine fire would be suppressed to the same level as him. How could a level 4 spiritual fire protect its master here? You have to know that all those who can come here are old monsters.

Xu Gun stopped and looked around:

"Qin Feng, take a look around here, is there anything different?"

Qin Feng looked around:

"On the way here, there are more than 400 monks practicing here. Before the halfway point, there were less than 100 people, most of whom were relatively young. After the halfway point, the number of people increased sharply, and most of them were middle-aged. As for their cultivation level, I couldn't see clearly because it was too far away. Then there were fewer and fewer, until there were less than 100 left here."

Xu Gun nodded:

"Well! Most of the monks here are concentrated in the spiritual level of six to nine. Look up!"

The old man pointed upwards and said:

"There's already a saint up there. What do you think? Can you still hold on?"

Xu Gun finally asked.

"The burning sensation here is acceptable. How about going a little higher?"

"Yeah! That's fine. Remember, cultivation is about breaking through yourself. Tell me when you reach your limit. Don't be stubborn!"

"Yes!"