The Dragon from Hell

Ah Wu was lying in Qin Feng's arms. Although he had stopped vomiting blood, he was still breathing hard: "Ah Wu brought big brother here... If brother died, Ah Wu would be sorry for brother... Brother also brought Ah Wu delicious food... He also said he would take Ah Wu to see the sea... Brother is a good man, brother can't die."

Hearing this, Qin Feng's expression froze, and he gritted his teeth: "Don't talk about this now, the minor injuries on your body won't kill you."

As he said this, he dodged the old man's fireball technique while putting his palm on Ah Wu's back and covering it with spiritual power.

He was quite familiar with the healing technique of the wood spirit bone, because he felt that there was always a place for it, and now it came in handy immediately.

His palm radiated a faint green light, and green buds spread on Ah Wu's body.

"Huh?"

At this time, the old man's attack suddenly stopped, and there was a bit of doubt in his tone.

Qin Feng looked up and glanced at him. After confirming that there was no offensive for the time being, he took Ah Wu directly to the corner of the entrance.

It was safe in this position. Even if the old man attacked again, he could dissolve and free himself in time.

He put Ah Wu on the ground and infused his spiritual power into her body, saving her life.

However, the "clothes" on Ah Wu were originally a rough sack. After being burned by the fireball, the clothes behind her had turned into ashes.

Now her dry and thin body was exposed, and her bony ribs could be seen from the back.

Ah Wu had no idea what happened and seemed to have fainted.

Qin Feng took off his clothes without hesitation and wrapped Ah Wu up to cover her exposed body.

"As a cultivator, you actually care so much about this little ghost."

The old man's vicissitudes of life sounded, as if he had seen what Qin Feng had done.

Qin Feng put Ah Wu in a safe place, and then responded: "She said she was a human being, and that I was a good person, so I can't let her down."

"You mean, you want to treat her as a human being?" The old man's tone was a little unbelievable, and soon he sneered: "For you immortal monks, apart from the monks with spiritual bones, what other creatures in this world can be taken seriously by you?"

The old man's tone was mocking, helpless and resentful, but Qin Feng could hear that his resentment towards the immortal sect was the most intense emotion.

Qin Feng walked out from the corner again and looked at the old man in front of him: "Senior, I said there was a misunderstanding between us... Where is the spiritual bone in my body?"

"Huh?" The old man seemed a little surprised by Qin Feng's words, and slowly raised his head.

He sat in a place where light and shadow intersected, and his messy long hair covered half of his face, so Qin Feng couldn't see his appearance and the expression on his face at all.

But he knew that the old man was looking at him to confirm whether he had spiritual bones.

Qin Feng simply walked out from the corner and stood in a brighter place.

His white hair was exposed, which surprised the old man even more: "It seems that your spiritual bones have been dug away... But your cultivation just now is clearly above the Golden Core Stage... How old are you?"

Qin Feng answered honestly: "Twenty-eight."

His real age is twenty-eight, but according to the age of the original owner, he is only twenty-one now.

But facing the old man in front of him, he didn't care about telling the truth, anyway, the old man wouldn't believe it.

"Twenty-eight... So, you are practicing with ordinary bones now?"

Originally thought that the old man would think he was lying at the first time, but when Qin Feng finished speaking, the old man's body was shocked, but his focus was not on his age.

Qin Feng was a little confused when he heard the old man's voice trembling: "Yes, so what?"

Practicing with a mortal body is not a big deal. Even in the eyes of the immortal sect cultivators, it is at most a matter of overestimating one's own ability.

The immortal sect never stopped mortals from practicing, because they knew that no matter how hard a mortal body tried, it would only be so much, and at most it would stagnate in the early stage of foundation building.

The old man in front of him was silent for a long time, probably because he was surprised that Qin Feng had practiced to the Golden Core stage with a mortal body.

But soon, the old man's voice sounded again: "You go."

"What do you mean, senior?" Qin Feng was stunned. He didn't expect the old man to suddenly let him go: "I came to the Ten Thousand Souls Cave to find the whereabouts of a demon baby. I can't leave before I find the demon baby."

Qin Feng pursed his lips and planned to speak directly.

I don't know if it's because the old man was trapped here and his strength was greatly reduced, not enough to make Qin Feng afraid, or because there was a sense of the old man that made him feelQin Feng was unwilling to leave, at least he couldn't leave like this.

However, the old man heard what he said and said, "You came to find the whereabouts of the demon baby. Are you now mixed with the immortal sect? Such a thing should only be done by people from the immortal sect."

When the demon baby was born, the human race could not cross the thousand-mile demon barrier at the edge of the demon world.

Qin Feng was obviously not a demon, so there were only two possibilities: a disciple of the immortal sect, or a casual bounty hunter.

But Qin Feng didn't look like the latter two.

"I am now a disciple of the Wuxiang Sect." Qin Feng told the truth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone taking a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled even more: "They... accepted you?"

Qin Feng didn't know why the old man asked this, but he still told the truth: "It's not that I accepted you, I have used some means... and they don't know my true cultivation now."

He was not afraid of being known by the old man, not only because the old man seemed to be irreconcilable with the immortal gate, but also because the old man seemed to be unable to go out, and even if he went out, no one would believe what he said.

As long as Qin Feng wanted, no one could discover his true strength.

Zhu Xing had discovered something before because he was eager to know whether the owner of the flute sound was Long Daoling.

However, after he finished speaking, the iron chains around the old man rustled, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up from the ground.

At this time, Qin Feng realized that the old man was not only chained with iron chains on his hands and feet, but also tied to his waist with a thick iron chain, connected to the ground, so that his body could only remain in a sitting position, not to mention standing up, even lying down was impossible.

The old man didn't know how long he had been locked here, and he knew it, but he still tried to stand up, which was enough to show his excitement.

"Let's go, leave here quickly, leave the Immortal Gate, and don't tell anyone about your cultivation!"