The Peerless Master

There was a huge fountain in the square of Wan He Tower, a famous sight in this area. There was a slight gap between the fountain and the ground. After Situ Qiang fell into the pond, he was dozens of centimeters away from the poisonous mist.

"Mr. Chen?" After Situ Qiang fell into the pool, he revealed half of his head and looked at the spot where he was standing a moment ago.

He saw a man raising his head to look at the black fog that covered the sky. He looked like a war god that could support the heavens and earth, without a shred of fear.

"It's dangerous, Mr. Chen!" Situ Qiang hurriedly shouted. Although he knew that Chen Feng's strength was deep, this poisonous fog was no small matter. Situ Qiang was not sure whether Chen Feng could withstand the onslaught of the poisonous fog.

The poisonous mist completely suppressed down. In the next moment, the boundless poisonous mist was about to drown Chen Feng's head.

At this moment, Chen Feng's hand slapped his waist and a yellow embroidered bag flew out from his waist.

"Shua —" The opening of the bag suddenly opened by itself, just like an open mouth.

"This is?" Seeing this embroidered bag, Situ Qiang felt that it was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. However, Situ Qiang didn't have the time to think about this at this moment. What happened next caused him to be flabbergasted.

One after another, objects flew out from the brocade bag and landed on the ground in a pile.

Herbs, clothes, daily necessities, wallets … There was even a domineering sniper rifle - the king of snipers.

"Could this be the legendary storage bag?" Situ Qiang opened his mouth, but his brain was unable to react.

Soon, there was nothing else flying out of the bag. It just opened its mouth and quietly floated in front of Chen Feng, like a little monster that could swallow the world.

"Wh--" Chen Feng suddenly gave a light harrumph and his finger slid down, quickly drawing a rune on his storage bag. With the appearance of the rune, the storage bag suddenly moved.

"Phew ~ ~" Suddenly, a piece of the boundless poisonous mist above their heads was attracted by the attractive force of the storage pouch. It turned into a black tornado and was sucked into the storage pouch.

The tornado grew larger and larger, gradually becoming as thick as an arm and then a thigh... In but a few moments, the black fog had formed into a tornado that was only a few meters in diameter. As if it was a hungry wolf that would never be able to eat its fill, the black fog above his head was like a flock of sheep that were waiting to be slaughtered, wolves that would enter the flock of sheep and gobble down their prey.

After a while, Situ Qiang suddenly discovered that the "dark clouds" in the sky had increased by a few meters.

"Hahaha, Mister Chen is indeed a godly person. Just after a short while, there were some results!" Situ Qiang clapped with a smile and his face was filled with anticipation.

On the other side, Chen Feng also let out a sigh of relief. He had originally wanted to give it a try, but he hadn't thought that using his storage pouch to collect the poison mist would have such a miraculous effect. Unfortunately, this storage pouch was not meant for storing poisons. After this incident, it would definitely be corroded by the poisonous mist and would never be used again.

"Since that's the case, then I'll let you go all out." Chen Feng drew another rune on the other side of the storage bag with his finger.

Immediately, the suction force from the storage pouch became even stronger, causing the tornado to become thicker.

Although there was only a small cubic meter of space inside the storage bag, it didn't mean that it couldn't hold all the black mist in the sky. Don't look at the thick black fog that covered the sky. If it was really compressed, it would probably just be a washbasin.

Indeed, as the endless black fog became less and less, the sunlight from the sky also gradually shone down. Finally, the storage bag absorbed all the last wisps of black mist in the sky. Then, the original golden color of the storage bag gradually dimmed.

Chen Feng knew that this was because the storage bag was being corroded by the poison aura and gradually lost its spirituality. After a few years, the storage bag would turn into an ordinary brocade bag.

"Dammit! They're willing to even waste a storage bag to save these unrelated mortals!" Yao WenTao said, his eyes filled with rage, "Now, return my heavenly yin 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? Today, I will destroy him, so as to not bring harm to others in the future. "

After saying that, a ball of red flames suddenly emerged from the tip of Chen Feng's finger. As soon as the flame appeared, it quickly filled the storage bag.

Under the strong stench, the storage pouch started to burn furiously, together with the air of the sky's yin miasma.

Chen Feng's movements were extremely fast, and at the same time, it was so sudden that Yao Wentao did not even have the time to react. The Earth's Soul Fire was extremely powerful. By the time Yao Wentao reached Chen Feng, the storage bag had already turned into a pile of ashes.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" Yao WenTao was finally infuriated. This yin miasma is a very powerful miasma. If ordinary people touch it, they will die. Even Foundation Establishment stage cultivators would be at the mercy of others if they were to smell it. However, although the heavenly yin miasma could only be seen frequently in the cultivation world, it was extremely rare in the mortal world. It could be seen how precious the miasma was. However, at this moment, it was being burned by Chen Feng. How could Yao Wentao not be angry?

"Die!" Yao WenTao brandished his black dagger and charged forward.

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat. "This Yao WenTao has finally gone crazy."

Crazy enemies were the most terrifying, but they were also the easiest to deal with. On one hand, crazy people would fight with their lives on the line. However, when people went crazy, they would not be able to calmly ponder over the issue, resulting in them losing the battle. At this moment, this was exactly the effect Chen Feng wanted.

"Tiny Rippling Steps!" Chen Feng lightly stepped forward. His body was like a butterfly flying through the flowers, shuttling back and forth beside Yao WenTao.

Yao Wentao continuously waved the black short sword in his hand as he executed a set of sword technique. However, he was completely unable to touch the corner of Chen Feng's clothes.

In this way, Yao WenTao's newly-recovered calmness was ignited once again. An endless amount of anger gushed out from him.

"Go to hell, Toxic Dragon Drill!" The dagger in Yao Wenjie's hand suddenly rotated violently like an electric drill, its power inexhaustible. Having lost his rationality, he actually began to fight in a grand fashion.

"Humph, it's not certain who will die!" Chen Feng let out a cold shout and the autumn water sword in his hand started to throb violently. With each throb, Chen Feng's aura increased by a level.

In a very short period of time, the Autumn Water Sword had jumped seven times. At this moment, Chen Feng's hand finally moved.

"Big Dipper, Seven Star Slash!"