Big Brother is great again

Chapter 348 What If You Get Cuckolded

In front of the tall buildings, on the crisp grass.

The scene was a bit embarrassing.

Old Shang's sagging face kept twitching, his eyes swayed back and forth between Chen Feng and Shan Yingying, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked Shan Yingying who was also covering her forehead with a speechless expression: " Girl, why did you find a fool here?"

Chen Feng: ? ? ?

Hearing this, Chen Feng was unconvinced at the time, and was about to pull out the electric baton to fight, when he suddenly realized that the other party was an existence at the level of 'Patriarch Master', after thinking about it, he gave up the unrealistic plan and pretended not to hear it.

Shan Yingying glanced at Chen Feng awkwardly, and said embarrassingly: "Shang Lao, you misunderstood, Chen Feng is a big brother from Zixiao Sect in Nanzhou, you should know that the manufacturing ability of Zixiao Sect is very Strong, don't blame, don't blame!"

Hearing this, Old Shang was taken aback. When Chen Feng introduced him before, he didn't say he was a big brother. Old Shang thought he was just an ordinary disciple, but unexpectedly he was a big brother.

However, even if it is a senior brother, it is too outrageous that this mouth is a hundred or eighty pieces of immortal artifacts!

"Boy, it's not my old man who said you. Anyway, you are also the elder brother of Zixiaozong. Don't you know how difficult it is to make fairy artifacts? Don't talk about fairy artifacts, even if they are spiritual artifacts, or even treasures, you Zixiaozong. How many pieces are there?" Shang Lao said.

"Dang! Dang!"

As soon as Shang Lao finished speaking, Chen Feng threw back four weapons he had forged.

When the four weapons were taken out from Chen Feng's storage ring, Shang Lao's gaze was immediately attracted by the seven-colored mysterious light in front of him.

"This, is this a top-quality weapon?" Old Shang said, pointing to the weapon on the ground.

"Yes, each one is comparable to a spiritual weapon." Chen Feng said.

Old Shang's cheeks twitched, his blood was pumped, and a weapon in the shape of a big knife flew from the ground and fell into his hands.

Holding the big knife, Shang Lao's thin fingers gently stroked the surface of the knife, just like stroking the smooth skin of a beautiful woman, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"This knife is really comparable to a spiritual weapon!" Old Shang said foolishly. On his hand, a shallow gash was healing quickly, and his tough skin was cut just by touching it. up!It is no exaggeration to say that such a precious sword is comparable to a spiritual weapon!

"Hehe, how about it, if you like this knife, I will give it to you." Chen Feng said with a smile, and then waved his palm, and the three weapons on the ground disappeared immediately.

"What? You said give it to me?" Old Shang looked at Chen Feng in shock. He thought he heard it wrong. This is a spiritual artifact. Who would be so stupid to give away a spiritual artifact?If this is the way of giving away, no matter how big the family business is, it can't stand the disaster. Could it be that the Zixiao Sect is already so rich that even any spiritual weapon doesn't feel bad?

Old Shang looked at the spiritual weapon in his hand, thinking about the difficulties of the Demon Sect over the years. As an ancestor, he still only had a low-grade treasure sword as a weapon in his hand, and that sword had been repaired several times. The sharpness of the sword and blade has also declined, and sometimes he would rather fight the enemy manually than use that old treasure knife.

But now, Chen Feng unexpectedly handed out a treasured sword at the level of a spiritual weapon. How could Lao Shang not be shocked by this?

"I, Chen Feng, always keep my word. You just take it. If you feel embarrassed, you can exchange it with me for other treasures." Chen Feng said.

This is a big boss at the level of the ancestors, and Chen Feng would be able to snicker if he took out any debris on his body.

"You're right, I can't take advantage of you for nothing, how about this, I have two bottles of vitality nectar here, and I will treat it as a gift for you in return. Although the value is not as good as your precious sword, the difference is not too much." As Shang Lao said, he handed out two small jade bottles.

The smile on Chen Feng's face froze at that moment.

Feelings are in the Emperor's Blood Demon Sect. This vitality nectar is the hard currency of the high-level people. They use the vitality nectar as compensation for everything. If I knew it, Chen Feng would not have to take this risk to come to the Leiyu Center. The nectar of rejuvenation of weapons and Shan Hongzhu is just that.

Silently taking the vitality nectar from Shang Lao's hand, Chen Feng glanced helplessly at Shan Yingying, who also smiled awkwardly, expressing his helplessness.

There is no way, the Demon Sect is indeed not as rich as the Zixiao Sect. A large area in Dongzhou is occupied by the minefield and the radiation area of ​​the minefield, and the rest of the area has to be divided up by so many forces. Although there are quite a lot, there are not many resources to mine, or in other words, there are no resources to mine in the entire East Continent. In addition, the number of internal physical training in the Demon Sect is huge, and the daily consumption of materials is several times that of Zixiaozong. Adding it all together, the Demon Sect is in short supply except for the vitality nectar used by the high-level people.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Shang Lao, the patriarch, to hold an old treasure and a big sword without changing it.

"Okay, the exchange is complete, let's talk about the business." Old Shang said with a smile, he was very happy after getting a treasured sword: "I and the others have made comprehensive preparations, just waiting for you two The little guy is here, you follow me."

After Shang Lao finished speaking, he jumped up from the spot and flew quickly towards the top of the cylindrical building.

Behind, Chen Feng grabbed Shan Yingying's arm and quickly followed.

A group of people flew upwards at an extremely fast speed, and the ground below gradually shrank, and finally turned into small models.

At this time, Chen Feng and Shan Yingying had already arrived in the sky, and the surrounding layers of clouds divided the space layer by layer. Every time Chen Feng passed through a cloud layer, it was like entering a new world. The people continued to fly up for half an hour, and the old Shang who was in charge of leading the way ahead finally stopped.

There was a glimmer of approval in the eyes of the old Shang who stopped. He saw Chen Feng's performance on the road, and he had to say that this was the best saint son he had ever seen, let alone the saintess.

"Okay, here it is." Shang Lao pointed to the cylindrical building in front of him and said.

Chen Feng looked in the direction Shang Lao pointed, and saw a platform the size of a basketball court extending out of the cylindrical building like a huge wall. On the inner wall of the platform, a huge red-brown gate was tightly closed. The red-brown gate looks like it has a long history, and there are even a few deep marks on the facade, as if someone attacked the gate from the outside, but it didn't break through.

Apparently an entrance to somewhere.

Shang Laofei was at the front, and after hitting a few spells against the lavender film, the film in front of the platform disappeared immediately.

Several people landed on the platform. Old Shang slowly stepped forward and pressed a mechanism next to the gate. Then, on the ground in front of the gate, a small purple cylinder rose up, and then the cylinder It split open, revealing a light golden funnel-shaped object.

"Yingying, your father should have told you what to do before entering the gate, right?" Shang Lao said.

"I know." Shan Yingying nodded, then stepped forward and stretched out her jade-like fingers.

The old Shang explained to Chen Feng: "No one can open the gate here except the blood of the heirs who are blood related to the current sect master, so among the people who are selected to come here, there must be a holy son or a holy woman among them." One is the heir of the sect master."

Chen Feng came to a sudden, no wonder Shan Yingying is so weak and still wants to come to such a dangerous place. It turned out to be because of this. In other words, since only the blood of the heir can be opened, what should I do if the wife of the door owner cuckolded the door owner?

This thought flashed in Chen Feng's mind, and was soon left behind by Chen Feng.

At this time, Shan Yingying had already pricked her finger, and then a drop of bright red blood slipped from her fingertip and dripped into the funnel-shaped utensil.

With the dripping of blood, the pale golden utensils gradually turned red, and this redness quickly spread downward like a plague, eventually staining the entire utensil red.

When the entire funnel-shaped utensil was dyed red, the platform where Chen Fengrong and others were located suddenly lit up, and red textures were formed on the platform. The brilliance flowed in these textures, like fresh blood that came to life, slowly flowing towards the gate , eventually converging to the bottom of the gate.

Seeing this scene, Chen Feng suddenly felt that the color of the scarlet was a little darker, just like the concentration of purified fresh blood.

Just as Chen Feng was observing the gate, the entire gate frame suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and then electric arcs began to jump back and forth on the gate. From the jumping arcs, Chen Feng felt a fatal threat. Obviously, this arc It's not something he can touch with his current strength.

"Yingying, you can return it, and then leave it to some of our old guys."

After Shang Lao’s voice fell, Chen Feng suddenly found that there were more than a dozen strong or thin old men and old ladies around the platform at some time. Chen Feng knew that these people should be Shan Yingying’s ancestors just like Shang Lao. It seems that it is really not an easy task to open this door.

After these people appeared without saying a word, they silently divided into two groups and came to both sides of the gate. Immediately afterwards, several people pressed their hands on the handprints already carved on the wall. Powerful blood gas fluctuations.

Although these more than a dozen patriarchs did not show their aura, their blood energy fluctuations alone made Chen Feng and Shan Yingying couldn't help but take a few steps back. If it wasn't for Chen Feng's pull, Shan Yingying would probably Forced to the outside of the platform.

"It's such a big commotion to open a door, what's the matter?" Chen Feng muttered in a low voice.

"You're wrong. It's very necessary to do this. Someone once tried to destroy the gate and force their way in. If there were no such defense mechanisms at that time, those people might have succeeded." Shan Yingying said seriously.

"Oh? Who attacked here?" Chen Feng asked.

"Witch Temple."

Chapter 349 Can You Feel My Fart