In order to avoid accidents, Ye Chenfeng asked the sword spirit puppet to accompany Zhou Shanlong to visit the two major forces.
After Zhou Shanlong and others left, Ye Chenfeng didn't stay in Zhou's mansion, but came to the mountains in the northwest, and put a ban on the gold mine that was hidden under the valley, so as not to be discovered.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the whole forest was silent, only the insects in the grass were chirping.
A blazing bonfire suddenly illuminated the dark forest, and then, a mouth-watering smell of meat wafted in the forest, attracting many monsters in the forest.
However, the sword intent emanating from Ye Chenfeng's body was so terrifying that the monsters in the forest didn't dare to approach him at all. They could only hide in the lush bushes and watch from a distance.
Ye Chenfeng and Lingyu sat around the grilled golden dragon meat that was constantly dripping with oil, savoring the dragon meat full of spirituality, full of meat fragrance, and endless aftertaste.
"It's delicious, this dragon meat is so delicious!"
The mouth of the spirit fish was stuffed with bulging dragon meat, its eyes were crescent-shaped, and it ate with gusto.
A large amount of dragon meat entered their stomachs, and immediately turned into pure dragon power, which melted into their bodies, making them warm and comfortable.
Suddenly, an afterimage flashed across Ye Chenfeng's sharp eyes, and a vague figure appeared beside the campfire. With a light swipe of his finger, he cut off a piece of dragon meat exuding a strong meaty fragrance, and stuffed it to himself. into the mouth.
"Who are you, why are you robbing us for meat!"
There wasn't much dragon meat in the first place. Seeing the daring black-clothed man, Lingyu was furious. A strong oppressive aura emanated from his petite body, and he questioned viciously.
"Little girl, don't be so fierce. If I eat your meat, I will pay you with something!"
With a square face, a thick black beard around the mouth, a thin figure, and a man in black with long arms, he showed his white teeth and said with a smile.
"Who cares about your compensation? If you eat my aunt's meat, spit it out!"
As he said that, Lingyu's petite body exploded with a force of one hundred million catties, and a punch blasted out a surge of air, and the terrifying fist light was like a shooting star, bombarding the man in black.
"Little girl, you have a bad temper!"
Although Lingyu's punch was so powerful that it could smash mountains, there was no trace of panic on the face of the man in black.
With a light tap of his finger, he directly pierced the 100,000-jin fist light blasted by Lingyu, and dismissed Lingyu's attack lightly.
"Master!"
Ye Chenfeng's pupils shrank, and a look of shock appeared on his stern face.
Even he couldn't break Lingyu's punch so easily.
"Extraordinary talent, great strength!"
The obsidian-like eyes of the man in black glistened with a strange color.
"Lingyu, stop messing around!" Ye Chenfeng glanced at the man in black with unfathomable strength, and immediately called out to Lingyu.
"Aren't you from the Thunder Clan?" the man in black tasted the wonderful dragon meat and asked, looking at the angry spirit fish.
"No, we are not from the Lei Clan!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said.
"It's not easy for you two to get dragon meat without being from the Thunder Clan!" the man in black took out a jug of fine wine from the Qiankun Ring and said after taking a big gulp.
"Senior is different and not simple!" Ye Chenfeng said lightly.
"Haha, come, try the wine I brewed. Today we only talk about Fengyue and nothing else!" The man in black took out two jugs of wine and threw them to Ye Chenfeng and Lingyu, saying in good spirits.
"You are not ashamed, who is talking about love and moon with you!" Ling Yu pouted, took a big gulp of wine, and said viciously.
Although Ye Chenfeng was a little curious about the identity of the man in black, but as a smart person, he didn't take the initiative to ask, and chatted with the man in black about some interesting things.
Soon, a large piece of dragon meat was divided into thirds and swallowed. They also drank up the fine wine brewed by the man in black.
"Happy, I haven't been this happy for a long time!" After eating and drinking, the man in black slowly stood up and said: "I never owe you favors, I ate your dragon meat, I will teach you a set of steps, How much you can comprehend depends on your talent."
As he said that, the man in black was like a ghost, bathed in the dark night sky, moving around, instantly turning into dozens of afterimages of speed, and stepped on the ground with 108 footprints.
"Okay, two friends, let's see you again!"
As he spoke, the man in black flickered and disappeared into the night sky strangely.
Chapter 1272 Sword Step Perfection
"Damn it, that old shameless man is so hateful, he just ran away after eating our dragon meat!"
Lingyu looked at the man in black who disappeared into the night sky, his teeth itched with hatred, his cheeks puffed out, and his silver teeth were grinding.
"The strength of that person just now is unfathomable. I suspect that his strength has reached the Nirvana state!"
How terrifying is the transformation of the God-eating Brain, but just now Ye Chenfeng controlled the God-eating Brain to sense several times, but he did not feel his true state.
"Mighty Nirvana Heaven...Brother Chenfeng, you said that he appeared strangely and robbed us of dragon meat, is he plotting against us!"
There was a look of surprise on Lingyu's pink and tender face, and he guessed.
"No, I think he was just attracted by the deliciousness of dragon meat!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said, "Come on, let's go over and see what kind of footsteps he left behind."
Saying that, Ye Chenfeng and Lingyu came to an open space not far away, and found one hundred and eight footprints with the same depth and special trajectory.
"What a mysterious step!"
When Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes and controlled the brain to deduce the seemingly messy one hundred and eight footprints, he was immediately deeply attracted.
He had a feeling that the one hundred and eight footprints left by the man in black were more mysterious than magical sword steps, and their value was immeasurable.