Beauty's personal servant

There is a huge fountain on the square of Wanhe building, which is a famous landscape in this area. There was a drop between the fountain and the ground. After Si Tuqiang fell into the pool, he was tens of centimeters away from the poison fog.

"Mr. Chen?" After situ Qiang fell into the pool, he showed half his head and looked at the position just now.

I saw a man looking up at the black fog, like an indomitable God of war, without a trace of fear.

"Dangerous, Mr. Chen!" Situ Qiang shouted hurriedly. Although he understood Chen Feng's profound strength, the poison fog was not trivial at first sight. Situ Qiang was not sure whether Chen Feng could resist the impact of the poison fog.

Chen Feng ignored situ Qiang's cry, but quietly looked at the poisonous fog in front of him, as if thinking about something.

The poison fog was completely oppressed. The next moment, the boundless poison fog would drown Chen Feng's head.

Just then, Chen Feng patted his hand at his waist. Suddenly, a yellow brocade bag flew out of his waist.

"Brush -" the mouth of the bag suddenly opens automatically, like a big mouth.

"What is this?" Seeing this brocade bag, situ Qiang always felt familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. However, situ Qiang didn't have time to think about it at this time. What happened next on the Yellow brocade bag stunned him.

I saw that all kinds of objects flew out of the brocade bag and fell on the ground and piled into a piece.

Herbs, clothes, daily necessities, wallets... And even a powerful sniper gun - the king of snipers.

"Is this the legendary storage bag?" Situ Qiang opened his mouth. There was some reaction in his brain, but it came.

After a while, nothing flew out of the mouth of the Yellow brocade bag. It just hung quietly in front of Chen Feng with the mouth open, like a little monster that can handle the world.

"Zhao -" Chen Feng suddenly made a light Zha sound, slid his fingers, and quickly drew a rune on the storage bag. As the rune appeared, the storage bag suddenly moved.

"Buzz -" the storage bag trembled in the air, and a huge suction suddenly appeared.

"Hoo -" the boundless poison fog on the head was suddenly attracted by the suction of the storage bag, turned into a black tornado, and was taken in by the storage bag.

The tornado became bigger and bigger, gradually became thick arms, and slowly evolved into thick thighs... In just a moment, the tornado formed by the black fog had a diameter of several meters. The huge black fog tornado still fiercely penetrated into the storage bag. It seemed that the storage bag was like a hungry wolf who could not eat enough forever, while the black fog on the head was a group of sheep to be slaughtered. The wolf entered the sheep and wolfed down.

After a while, situ Qiang suddenly found that the "dark cloud" in the sky rose a few meters.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chen is indeed a god man. After only a while, he has achieved some results!" Situ Qiang slapped and smiled, his face full of expectation.

Here, Chen Feng was also relieved. Originally, I had a try attitude, but I didn't expect that using the storage bag to collect these poisonous fog was really effective. Unfortunately, this storage bag is not dedicated to storing poisons after all. After this battle, it will be corroded by poison fog and can no longer be used.

"In that case, let you break out completely." Chen Feng drew another Rune on the other side of the storage bag with another finger.

Suddenly, the suction of the storage bag was more violent, and the tornado was a lot thicker.

Although there is only a small cubic space inside the storage bag, it doesn't mean that it can't hold the black fog. Although the sky is full of black fog, if you really want to compress it, it will look like a washbasin.

Sure enough, as the boundless black fog became less and less, the sun in the sky gradually projected down. Finally, the storage bag absorbed the last wisp of black fog in the sky, and then, slowly, the original golden appearance of the storage bag gradually faded.

Chen Feng knows that this is because the storage bag is eroded by the poison gas in the bag and gradually loses its spirit. In a few years, the storage bag will become an ordinary brocade bag. Except for different materials, other parts are the same as ordinary brocade bags.

"Damn it, I didn't hesitate to lose a storage bag to save these irrelevant mortals." Yao Wentao said, his eyes full of anger: "now, return my miasma."

Chen Feng shook the storage bag in his hand and said with a smile, "how can I return such an evil thing to you? I will destroy him today so as not to harm others in the future. "

After saying that, Chen Feng's fingertips suddenly burst into a fiery red flame. As soon as the flame appeared, it quickly filled the storage bag.

Under a foul smell, the storage bag burned and burned together with the miasma inside.

Chen Feng's action was very fast. Suddenly, Yao Wentao didn't react at all. The power of the inner earth fire was so great that when Yao Wentao rushed in front of Chen Feng, the whole storage bag had turned into a pile of ashes.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!" Yao Wentao was finally angry. This day's miasma is a very powerful miasma. Ordinary people will die if they touch it. Even if the practitioners in the foundation period smell it rashly, they will greatly reduce their strength and be slaughtered by others. However, although Tianyin miasma can only be seen from time to time in the cultivation world, it is extremely rare in this secular world. It can be seen that this day's miasma is so precious, but now it is burned by Chen Feng. How can Yao Wentao not be angry?

"Die!" Yao Wentao rushed over with a Black Dagger in his hand.

Chen Feng's heart moved: "Yao Wentao is finally crazy."

Crazy enemies are the most terrible, but they are also the easiest to deal with. On the one hand, crazy people will work hard. The most fear of fighting alone is to work hard. However, when people are crazy, they will not be able to think calmly, leading to the failure of the battle. At the moment, what Chen Feng wants is this effect.

"Lingbo micro step!" Chen Feng stepped lightly, and his body was like a butterfly wearing flowers, shuttling around Yao Wentao.

Yao Wentao constantly waved his black short sword and used a set of sword techniques, but he couldn't touch Chen Feng's clothes at all.

In this way, Yao Wentao's just recovered calmness was ignited again, and boundless anger gushed out.

"Go to hell, poisonous dragon drill!" Yao Wenjie's dagger in the middle of Zhou suddenly rotates violently, like a high-speed electric drill with infinite power. He lost his mind and even played an open and close game.

"Hum, it's not certain who will die!" Chen Feng drank coldly, and the autumn water sword in his hand jumped violently. Every time he jumped, Chen Feng's momentum increased.

Qiushui sword jumped seven times in a very short time. At this time, Chen Feng's hand finally moved.

"Big Dipper, seven star chop!"