Peerless Martial Soul

After seeing his looks, Uncle Dao was shocked and said: "Chen Feng, you, did you take him as a subordinate?"

It turned out that this person was the burly knight.

His name is Sha Yuanwu, and he is one of the captains of the slave hunting team in the Colosseum.

Uncle Dao still had some impressions of him. He knew that this person was powerful and cruel, and he was a very powerful character, but he did not expect that he had been taken care of by Chen Feng at this time.

Sha Yuanwu hurriedly nodded and bowed his waist and said: "The little one has now returned to Young Master Chen, and serves as a front and back for Young Master Chen."

"In the future, Master Sword, if you have anything you want to order, just tell the younger one. The younger one will do it for you successfully."

Uncle Dao didn't say anything, Chen Feng waved his hand and told Sha Yuanwu to retreat.

After Sha Yuanwu left, Uncle Dao gestured to Chen Feng with a thumbs up: "Little Master, you really are there! Amazing!"

Chen Feng smiled and said: "Actually, I didn't really want to take him as a subordinate, but I needed him to lead the way at the time, and this person was a smooth climber, afraid of being killed by me, so I had to serve me. "

"So, I took advantage of the trend, and it was good to think about it later. After we leave here, I will let him return to the Colosseum and lie in ambush as a nail."

There was a cold look on his face, and he said, "That great Colosseum, Uncle Dao, you have killed you so badly, this account can be settled."

"Also, where did they catch your Uncle Dao? I have to ask carefully. This may be able to find the memories you lost."

"Also, the injuries to your brain may be cured by the Colosseum."

Uncle Dao nodded, looked at Chen Feng, and said with satisfaction: "Little Master, you are interested!"

Chen Feng said with some shame: "Uncle Dao, don't say this. I planned to go in just a few days, but I encountered another situation."

With that said, he talked about the senior sister's injury and said: "Now, we urgently need to go back to the Tianyuan Imperial City to find that kind of medicine, so we can only postpone it."

"We will return to the desert in the future and calculate this account with the people in the Colosseum."

Uncle Dao waved his hand very openly and said, "Little Master, you don't have to feel guilty about this, you can postpone my business."

"It's the matter of young grandmother, it must be done as soon as possible."

When Han Yu'er listened to him calling herself young grandmother, her face flushed with shame.

However, there was a bit of joy in that shyness, after all, this was equivalent to the people on Chen Feng's side approving her!

Uncle Hou Dao told him what happened after he separated from Chen Feng.

It turned out that Uncle Dao fell the most into the sea of ​​quicksand, and he did not panic. After all, he is the descendant of the sand people, and all the descendants of the sand people possess a unique skill, which is to walk through the sand.

For them, there is no difference between sand and air.

So Uncle Dao finally escaped from the sea of ​​quicksand after struggling for several days. He wanted to find Chen Feng's trace, but found that he was clueless at all, so he had to return to the ancient city of Shenying.

When he wanted to come, Chen Feng would definitely return to the ancient city of Shenying to vent his anger, so waiting here is absolutely correct.

Unexpectedly, he happened to ran into a big plan for the Colosseum, so he couldn't help but shoot, and as a result, they alarmed them and were chased all the way.

Chen Feng also knew what happened later.

Chen Feng asked in astonishment: "Uncle Dao, what is the big plan that will make you unable to help?"

Uncle Dao's complexion became serious at this time, and he slowly said, "The appearance of the Great Colosseum represents that all the forces of the Condor Family and the entire desert have colluded with outsiders in order to seek the seat of the Tianyuan Dynasty royal family and help Jin The Blue Shenying Family became the overlord of the Tianyuan Dynasty!"

"What?" Chen Feng exclaimed in disbelief. He didn't expect the Golden Eagle Family to have such a big ambition, let alone that they would hook up with outsiders.

You know, even if the Golden Eagle Family is powerful, it is still much worse than the Tianyuan imperial family.

Chen Feng asked this matter carefully, and then buried it in his heart.

He will not have a seizure at this time, but he will not miss this good opportunity when it is time.

Afterwards, Chen Feng told his own story again, and when he heard that Chen Feng had received the inheritance of the Venerable Arhat the Dragon, Uncle Dao laughed.

And when he heard Chen Feng say that he had encountered a monk in the Shifang Jungle, his face was extremely shocked, and there was a little bit of fear in the shock.

For the first time, Chen Feng saw such a body on Uncle Dao's face.

Uncle Dao was always fearless, and he was so afraid when he heard these four words!

Uncle Dao smiled bitterly and said, "Chen Feng, do you know what kind of existence Shifang Jungle is?"

"That is the pinnacle of the entire Dragon Vein Continent, the top existence!"

"That is one of the eight powers of the Dragon Vein Continent! The power of the Tianyuan Dynasty is completely incomparable. Even if all the power of the Tianyuan Dynasty is combined, it can't match the ten jungles!"

Chen Feng listened, and took a breath: "The ten jungles are so powerful?"

It turned out that he unexpectedly got into such a powerful opponent before he knew it.

But Chen Feng was not discouraged, depressed, and fearless.

He laughed loudly: "It's okay, such a powerful opponent is only interesting!"

"Since you have already settled your enemies in the jungles of ten directions, then come, and I will have fun with them!"

Uncle Dao was taken aback for a moment, then he clapped his hands and laughed: "Little master, your spirit is what a warrior should have. It's me who was shocked by the reputation of Shifang Jungle, shame, shame."

Chen Feng stopped talking about this topic, and talked about his giant blood ritual again, and then asked Uncle Dao for advice.

Uncle Dao said: "You are really asking the right person when you ask me. The Sandman also has the blood of a giant, so I still have some understanding of the blood of this giant."

"As far as I know, there are nine levels of giant bloodlines."

"Oh, there are nine levels?" Chen Feng raised his brows.

"Yes," Uncle Dao continued: "First class, hill giant, second class, mountain giant, third class, desert giant... As for the third class and beyond, I don't know enough at my level."

"But I know that the higher you go, the higher your bloodline, the stronger your physical strength will be."

"That's just pure physical power, even if you are not even a martial artist, and you don't practice any martial arts, that power will still not leave you!"