Chapter 11

Whoosh!

Chen Feng kept walking through the mountains and forests. After entering the seven days of air forging, earth shaking changes have taken place in Chen Feng's strength compared with before. Now Chen Feng's real Qi is rolling in his body, and one jump is tens of meters. As the speed is too fast, there are bursts of whistling sound in the air, which is caused by Chen Feng's rapid progress and various gas friction in the space.

Shua!

Chen Feng suddenly stopped, and a pair of deep footprints appeared on the ground.

"Sure enough, I still can't perfectly control my own power." Chen Feng said in secret. At the same time, his eyes looked forward. Just now, Chen Feng, who was running fast, faintly sensed a fierce animal's breath, and then stopped.

"I don't know what it is. I hope I can deal with it?" Chen Feng whispered, and then waved his hand. A stone with a big fist on the ground fell into his hand, and then threw it out fiercely. The stone made a roaring sound in the air, like a meteor. It crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and fell into the dense grass in the distance.

Pop!

As soon as the stone fell into the grass, it was smashed by a sharp claw and the debris flew around. Then a beautiful giant tiger ran out of the grass and looked at Chen Feng covetously.

This gorgeous giant tiger is full of bright colors. Its thick fur, strong limbs, sharp claws and thick tiger tail seem to attack at any time.

He was more than ten feet tall, majestic and looked at Chen Feng fiercely. He was even bigger than the black tiger Chen Feng had seen before.

"No, such a big tiger is bigger than that black tiger. It can't be more powerful than that black tiger. I'm afraid there's some trouble now. No wonder some experts at the secret realm level don't dare to come in at will. The mountains here are really dangerous." Chen Feng said secretly in his heart and was on guard with full attention at the same time.

"Roar!"

The gorgeous giant tiger couldn't help looking at the food in front of him anymore. He roared, opened his big mouth, and jumped quickly at Chen Feng. The cloud jumped from the dragon and the wind from the tiger, just a slight jump. A gust of wind blew around, the surrounding branches shook, and the grass was full of momentum.

This is the beautiful giant tiger. Although it is powerful, Chen Feng smiled, and the expression on his face relaxed. His body flashed gently, and then stretched out his palm to grasp and press it fiercely. He grabbed this beautiful giant tiger in his hand and pressed it on the ground. The majestic giant tiger couldn't get rid of it and kept digging pits and yelling.

"Hehe, looking at the head, I thought it was a peerless monster. It turned out to be just an ordinary fierce beast, which is equivalent to the triple heaven realm of human friars practicing Qi forging body. Not to mention compared with the black tiger, but it's good. I've reached the realm of bone forging and marrow training. If I were the former me, I would be swallowed."

"Woo woo!"

The giant tiger couldn't get rid of it. Only then did he know that he kicked the iron plate and began to wail.

"Ha ha."

Chen Feng smiled, released his hand and didn't kill giant tiger.

Seeing that Chen Feng had no intention to kill, the beautiful giant tiger nodded to Chen Feng, wagged its tail, then jumped up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In fact, if the giant tiger is hunted and killed, it can also be exchanged in the city. After all, the fierce animals at this level are full of treasure, and their fur, bones, tusks and claws can be sold at a good price. However, Chen Feng's strength has increased greatly now. It's a happy time, and he doesn't want to kill for no reason.

After leaving the valley, Chen Feng didn't want others to see his strength, so he began to slow down and returned to heiyuan city at the speed of the fourth day.

After entering heiyuan City, Chen Feng didn't return to the sect immediately, but wandered around the city. In the past, although Chen Feng often went in and out of the city, he never wandered around well.

Although heiyuan city is a small town in Beiyuan area, its area is not small, and the city also has a certain scale. There are millions of people in the city alone, not to mention some power territories around heiyuan city. In other words, heiyuan city is also a small kingdom, and the city Lord's house is a overlord, The following four families and four sects are the princes of all parties. On the surface, the city Lord's residence is the leader. Secretly, he is constantly accumulating strength to overthrow each other and establish his own power Dynasty.

Chen Feng first entered a clothing store, bought several sets of clothes, and then entered a weapons store.

This weapon shop is the highest grade in heiyuan city. The four sects and families often customize weapons here.

In fact, Chen Feng's strength doesn't need weapons of this level. After all, the weapons sold in the store are used by monks practicing air forging. In other words, this is the lowest level of all soldiers in the world. In terms of power, it is far less powerful than the sharp blade condensed by Chen Feng using real Qi. Therefore, friars who have reached the state of condensing Qi generally do not use this kind of all weapons.

Chen Feng came in this time. First, he had never come in before and was a little curious. Second, he wandered around. Third, he really needed to buy a weapon. After all, he is not good enough to expose his strength to become a soldier.

The store was very quiet. Although there were many customers, there was no noisy sound in other stores. Rows of weapon racks were filled with all kinds of weapons, and the walls of the store were also lined up.

As soon as he came in, Chen Feng felt a sharp and cold breath.

Chen Feng looked at it casually and found that the most weapons in the store were swords and other weapons. Some scabbard swords were even more sharp and cold. In the past, Chen Feng would have been attracted, but now these things have become ordinary in Chen Feng's eyes.

Pick up a long sword, pull out the sword, take out the scabbard, and pass it with a cold light. The body of the sword is like autumn water, and the edge of the sword is also cold. It can be regarded as an elaborate work.

Ding!

Chen Feng stretched out his finger and flicked. The sword body vibrated and made a light sound.

"It's suitable for friars under the condition of condensing Qi into soldiers. Boss, how can I sell this sword?" Chen Feng inserted his sword into the scabbard.

"One thousand Liang silver." The boss smiled.

Chen Feng nodded and took out a silver note to pay the bill. The money was left to him by the old friar, otherwise Chen Feng would have been unable to live in the sect.

"Let's get together and use this sword for a while." Chen Feng said secretly.

"Tut Tut, isn't this the waste of the iron sword gate? How did you come here to buy a sword? Isn't the iron sword of your iron sword gate famous all over the world?" At this time, a sarcastic voice sounded in the store.

A group of young people strode in, all armed with weapons. One of the 17-8 young people looked at Chen Feng provocatively. Several people around also looked at Chen Feng with a sneer, and a trace of contempt flashed in their eyes.

"Tiger door man." Chen Feng secretly said that he saw all these people's expressions in his eyes and only felt a burst of laughter. If he faced these people in the past, he would inevitably be humiliated, but now these people are no longer seen by Chen Feng.

Tiger shaped sect, one of the four major sects in heiyuan City, is always at odds with the iron sword sect. The disciples of the sect often fight with each other, and there will be human lives occasionally. There is no royal Dharma in heiyuan City, but only strength and strength. Now, when the people of tiger shaped gate meet the people of iron sword gate, they naturally want to provoke, not to mention Chen Feng, who is a "famous" figure in the whole heiyuan city.

Chen Feng ignored each other, picked up the long sword and turned to leave. It's not that Chen Feng is afraid of each other, but that he doesn't want to entangle with each other, so as not to expose his strength.

"Wait a minute."

When Chen Feng wanted to go, the people of the tiger shaped door were not happy. The person who opened his mouth directly reached out to stop Chen Feng.

His name is Ma Yong. He is 18 years old. He has the cultivation of refining internal organs in the four days of air forging. He doesn't dare to provoke powerful people at ordinary times. He only likes to bully some weak friars. When he sees Chen Feng this time, he naturally wants to make fun of him.

"Why?" Chen Feng said faintly.

"Didn't you hear me talking to you just now?" Ma Yong shouted, almost pointing his finger to Chen Feng's face.

Chen Feng's eyes flashed a light, and then said faintly, "Oh, really, I hear it now. What do you want?"

Seeing Chen Feng's faint look, Ma Yong immediately got angry. I remember that this guy was timid when he saw himself and others. Now he seems to have changed himself. In particular, this indifferent look and tone made Ma Yong feel uncomfortable.

Seeing the conflict here, everyone else in the store looks like watching the excitement. This happens every day. It's not uncommon to fight and kill in the street.

"Well, of course I'll teach you a good lesson." Ma Yong didn't know what to say and immediately moved his hand. Ma Yong thought, beat Chen Fengbao first. Anyway, he hasn't beaten this guy in the past.

Ma Yong used the tiger shaped fist of the tiger shaped door. His fist hit quickly, like a fierce tiger patting a sharp claw and beating at Chen Feng's face door with the wind.

In Ma Yong's mind, this punch will certainly make Chen Feng bleed in his mouth and nose. Then he and others go up and beat Chen Feng with three fists and two feet to relieve his anger. After all, Ma Yong has no intention of killing people. Besides, the other party is a famous "waste". If he is killed, there will be no object to make fun of.

Pop!

With a light sound, Ma Yong's huge fist was tightly grasped by Chen Feng.

"What?" Ma Yong immediately opened his eyes and looked at the caught fist. Then he worked hard. He only felt that his fist was clamped by iron pliers.

"Fierce tiger strength."

Ma Yong drank violently, stomped his feet violently, the ground shook, a series of explosions from his bones, a surge of power gathered in his body, and then rushed to his fist.

This is the famous skill of the tiger shaped sect. The tiger's strength, the strength of the whole body, converges a little, and then erupts violently, just like a volcanic eruption. Ma Yong is confident that even a friar a level higher than himself can be blown open by himself and break his fist.

However, Ma Yong was soon disappointed. The strong force quickly rushed to his fist, and then burst open. However, Chen Feng's palm was still like a pair of pliers, without any change. The strength he broke out was like a clay ox into the sea, and disappeared silently.