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The shadow marten is one of the twenty great true spirits, divided into four tribes: "purple, gold, white and black".

The most rare among them is the purple shadow marten, which is born with the ability to break various restrictions, has a keen sense of smell, and is good at finding various spiritual flowers and herbs, so it is also called a treasure-hunting beast.

The one raised by Pu Hongsheng is a Mengshan white marten, which is agile and good at eating poison. Because it eats poison all year round, its teeth and saliva are also extremely poisonous.

The Pu family has been able to stand for ten thousand years, and the domesticated white marten accounts for half of the credit, so the name of the villa has been changed to Baimaran Villa.

As long as the cultivator is bitten by the white marten, the serious one will die on the spot, and the light one will also lose his power.

Just when Pu Hongsheng was ecstatic, a red cloud suddenly appeared in the tiger's mouth of Shi Feng's left hand, and the white marten was biting on the red cloud.

"Squeak" the white marten screamed and jumped back in a hurry.

Pu Hongsheng has cultivated the white marten to the point of telepathy. Seeing the white marten screaming, he hurriedly communicated with his mind.

"What, burned by the flames!"

Looking at Shi Feng again, a three-inch long red light had been forced out of his body.

"What is that? Is it a vital energy shield?"

Pu Hongsheng really guessed it right. Shi Feng was using the "flame shield", which was a magical power given to Shi Feng by the ancient city of Dongqiu. He practiced the fire vital energy shield.

There are three types of vital energy shields in the world, divided by quality.

The most common vital energy shield requires chanting spells, and the magic power is forced out of the body to form an invisible shield. This magical power is slow to start and consumes a lot of magic power.

The higher-level vital energy shield does not need to chant spells, and the shield can be formed by running the magic power.

And the most brilliant one is Miss Ning's Xuanwu fighting spirit, which does not require luck at all. As soon as the mind moves, the shield is already generated and can be sent and received freely.

The cultivator who has practiced this magical power is not afraid of anyone's sneak attack.

The "flame shield" that Shi Feng cultivated was very strange. Its grade was actually changing. It was the most ordinary at the beginning, but when it was cultivated to a certain level, it did not need to chant the mantra and reached the second level.

When the cultivator reached the realm of refining emptiness, it could become the top-level aura shield, which was equal to "Xuanwu battle energy" and "Bodhi treasure light".

However, the realm of refining emptiness was simply out of reach for cultivators!

The Dongqiu family thought that instead of wasting time cultivating the flame shield, it would be better to spend some spirit stones to buy a treasure armor to wear. Therefore, this magical secret book has been shelved in the treasure house of Dongqiu Mansion, and no one is interested.

The reason why Shi Feng chose the flame shield was mainly because he saw its power was not bad, and he cultivated extremely pure fire spirit energy.

He valued the aura shield very much and believed that it could not be replaced by a treasure armor. After all, the palms, eyes, ears, nostrils and other parts could not be covered by treasure armor.

After five hundred years in Yuchang Palace, Shi Feng practiced the Flame Shield in his spare time because he could not practice basic skills. Now he has practiced the Flame Shield to the second level. He does not need to chant spells. The magic power flows, and the fire spirit is forced out of the body to form an air shield.

The Flame Shield is not only as solid as a wall, but also has the high temperature of the flame. The white marten bit it and was immediately burned. It screamed and ran back.

The two fought again in a flash of lightning, chasing, sneaking, counterattacking, and in a moment, life and death.

At this moment, both of them fell on the crown of a big tree, seven feet apart.

The white marten crouched on Pu Hongsheng's shoulder. It was two feet long, with smooth fur all over its body like silk, and its red lips revealed two small sharp teeth, which looked very cute.

"Mengshan white marten?" Shi Feng said softly.

"Wow, there is something to eat, let me out quickly." Long Er saw that the white marten had just reached the third level of cultivation, and he couldn't help but rub his hands.

"That's right!" Pu Hongsheng's eyes were cold. Although the white mink had just suffered a small loss, he believed that Shi Feng would not be a match for the white mink if he joined forces with the white mink!

"Humph! You have a spirit pet, but I don't!" Shi Feng waved his sleeves, and a black shadow flew out, instantly turning into a ferocious black eagle, staring at the white mink with a piercing gaze.

Birds of prey such as the wind-winged black eagle are the natural enemies of the spirit mink clan. When the little mink saw it, its head shrank and its arrogance suddenly decreased by three points.

After Shi Feng released Xiao Hei, Qiao Yue's heavy sword hanging above his head chopped down again. Pu Hongsheng jumped down and sank into the forest. The heavy sword chopped down and split the five-meter-high tree that was three people hugging thick into two halves.

Shi Feng followed closely and went into the woods.

The two Jindan masters fought fiercely again in the woods, and the surrounding trees suffered. For a time, the trunks were cut off one after another, and the branches and leaves flew across.

Shi Feng did not change his sword, so he still used Qiao Yue's heavy sword, and the other four flying swords stopped in the air, ready to go.

At the beginning, Pu Hongsheng took the initiative. His black sword was small and sharp, and had an obvious advantage in the woods. Shi Feng was half attacking and half defending.

However, as the fight went on, Pu Hongsheng gradually lost the upper hand.

Because the surrounding trees were cut down by the swords of the two men, the space was exposed again.

What's more, Shi Feng saw that there were fallen trees all around, so he simply released the fire snake.

There were clusters in the east and west, and the flames were everywhere. Shi Feng was not afraid of the flames and was like a fish in water, while Pu Hongsheng was increasingly restrained.

In the air, Xiao Hei and Bai Marten also rolled and killed each other. The two third-level monsters did not transform, and fought directly with their bodies.

The biggest advantage of Bai Marten is poison. However, Xiao Hei's body is covered with thick feathers, and the exposed sharp beak and claws are all cuticles. Bai Marten can't bite it at all.

Even if it bites, the venom can't enter the blood.

The natural blood suppression made the white mink timid and could only rely on its speed and agility to dodge, and it didn't dare to fight against Xiao Hei head-on.

In the dense forest, the two fought for another quarter of an hour. Pu Hongsheng was completely at a disadvantage. The Shura Sword was held back for a foot, and flames were rising all around, plus the sword energy was spreading all over him, covering him.

If he continues like this, he will definitely be defeated by the sword energy if he defends for thirty or fifty moves at most.

Pu Hongsheng's expression was stern, and he was shocked in his heart!

He had seen Shi Feng in the Fantasy Realm of All Souls. Although he had great magical powers, he mostly relied on Shi Eun, Bao Jia and the Demon King to deal with him.

Who would have thought that more than fifty years later, this guy's magical powers would advance by leaps and bounds, reaching such an extent.

You must know that Pu Hongsheng is a tycoon who has been famous for hundreds of years, and he is in the late stage of Jindan. Who can believe that he was actually killed by a monk in the middle stage of Jindan and was unable to fight back.

Shi Feng didn't know what he was thinking, but the sword energy generated by Qiao Yue's heavy sword was like a mountain wind and a tsunami, pressing down on Pu Hongsheng.

Pu Hongsheng looked sideways, and if he continued to fight, he was afraid that something might happen to his spiritual pet, whom he regarded as half his life. No, he had to fight to the death today!

He murmured a spell in his mouth, and suddenly the black knife swung out and scratched his right arm, causing a drop of blood to fly up.

"You can't beat the old guy, are you going to harm yourself?" Long Er said with a smile.

The blood droplets were submerged into the black energy and disappeared quickly. The surrounding vitality surged in pain and rushed towards the Shura Knife.

Shi Feng's expression was solemn, and he thickened the flame shield a little more. Qiao Yue's heavy sword was condensed but did not fire.

The black energy around Pu Hongsheng quickly condensed, and six Shura knives gathered together with the black energy.

"Hey!" The six black knives actually merged into one sword. After the merger, this sword not only did not become larger, but was more than half shorter than the previous Shura sword. It was black and inconspicuous.

Pu Hongshi held a jet black short knife in his hand and suddenly disappeared.

Shi Feng shouted loudly, and Qiao Yue's heavy sword retreated a foot. His consciousness had locked onto the direction of Pu Hongsheng's teleportation, and he slashed down with his sword.

Pu Hongsheng did not dodge, and swung out the short knife in his right hand.

Swords clash!

This short sword was only a foot long, and it was light and weighed less than two kilograms. Compared with the heavy sword, which weighed more than seven hundred kilograms, it was a world of difference.

However, when the swords collided, the almost indestructible Qiao Yue's heavy sword was silently broken into two pieces!