In about three breaths, Ye Chenfeng's eyes burst out with light, and the power of the pattern pattern was injected into the pattern restriction with the power of his thoughts, breaking it forcibly.
The next moment, a large number of petty characters emerged from the dull sheepskin scroll, forming a volume of mysterious soul skills.
"Spirit-level middle-grade soul skill, finger of terror."
Ye Chenfeng quickly browsed through the soul skills recorded in the scroll, and unexpectedly discovered that the sheepskin scroll turned out to be a spirit-level middle-grade soul skill, which was divided into three types: star point, startling glow and soul breaking.
"I'm worried that I don't have any soul skills, so you sent them to me. I really don't know how to thank you." Ye Chenfeng showed a faint smile, and immediately concentrated his mind to remember.
With the integration of the God Devouring Brain, Ye Chenfeng's comprehension has reached an unimaginable level. It only took him a stick of incense to memorize the cultivation method of the soul-crying finger, and he began to practice in a decent manner.
Shocking Thorn is a mid-level soul skill at the spirit level, and it is not easy to cultivate. It is difficult for ordinary people to cultivate it to the level of Dacheng even if they practice hard for a year.
However, Ye Chenfeng didn't feel any difficulty when he practiced, as if everything came naturally, and he quickly mastered the essentials.
The breeze blows, and the fallen leaves float down.
"Stars!"
Seeing the fallen leaves slowly falling in front of him, Ye Chenfeng suddenly pointed out his fingers, and a series of turquoise finger lights burst out, like starlight all over the sky, smashing the falling leaves in front of him.
Ye Chenfeng's movements were smooth and unrestrained, without muddy water. After one finger, he pointed out another finger. A finger like a spirit snake flashed in mid-air, piercing through a distant plant with six people hugging each other. The ancient wood that came over.
Looking at the cracked ancient wood pierced by himself in the distance, Ye Chenfeng was slightly surprised and delighted. He did not expect that his brain would be transformed by the God Devouring Brain, and his comprehension would become so monstrous. In just half an hour, he would comprehend The first two forms of the panic finger were used.
Taking a deep breath, a shock flashed in Ye Chenfeng's mind, and the soul-shattering cultivation method of the third form was rehearsed in his mind.
"He, what is he doing?"
About an hour later, the man in black woke up from a coma. When he crawled out from the pile of debris while clutching his severely injured chest, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
The next moment, a shock from the deepest part of his soul completely occupied his body, so that he opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word for a long time.
"Broken soul."
As soon as Ye Chenfeng pointed out, the cyan soul power surrounding his fingertips suddenly accelerated, forming a one-foot-long whirling finger light, which hit the cracked ancient wood in the distance at an astonishing speed. Finger smashed the tall ancient wood, and the sky filled with debris flying in mid-air.
"For more than an hour, he has cultivated the fright finger to the Dacheng state, is he really human?" The man in black looked at Ye Chenfeng dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost in his eyes.
The panic refers to the fact that the man in black spent almost all his savings half a year ago and exchanged it at the Soul Skill Pavilion of the Tianhuo Martial Mansion.
In the past six months, he has devoted most of his energy to practicing the fright finger, but he has only practiced the first two moves of the fright finger, and he has never been able to comprehend the third move of the fright finger to break the soul.
But Ye Chenfeng only took more than an hour to fully comprehend it, which made the man in black look at Ye Chenfeng full of awe and fear.
"This horror finger scroll is returned to you."
Ye Chenfeng didn't dare to hide the Scary Finger, so as not to offend the rules of Tianhuo Wufu, he threw the scroll back to the dull-eyed man in black, and disappeared into the vast jungle with a flash of his body.
"Monster, there is actually a monster in this freshman class, and Tianhuo Martial Mansion is very lively now." The man in black rolled his throat, looked at Ye Chenfeng's disappearing back, and muttered to himself with lingering fear.
"I was delayed for more than an hour. I don't know how far Shangguan Peng, Shen Tuye and the others left me behind."
Ye Chenfeng counted the time and felt that he should be separated by Shangguan Peng and Shen Tuye by a considerable distance, accelerating constantly, chasing the two of them while looking for Wen Feihong's whereabouts.
At the same time, Shangguan Peng, Shen Tuye, and Shen Tu's blood, who was wearing a bright red robe with a stern face and whose body exuded a more powerful aura than Shangguan Peng's, were scattered on several roads leading to the Tianhuo Martial House, waiting for Ye Chen The appearance of the wind.
"Damn it, what is Ye Chenfeng doing? Why is he so slow? He shouldn't have noticed anything."
Shen Tuye, who hid in the grass and waited patiently until the afternoon, found that Ye Chenfeng hadn't appeared for a long time, and immediately became anxious.
If you can't stop Ye Chenfeng and allow him to successfully cross the Ziyun Mountains, then not only will you lose the reward from the Tianhuo Martial House, but you will also be taught a harsh lesson by him and lose face. This is something Shen Tuye never wants to see .
"somebody is coming."
Just as Shen Tuye gradually lost his patience, suddenly, a slight sound of leaves rubbing against each other entered his ears. Following the source of the sound, he saw Wen Feihong, who was cautious and walking slowly towards him.
"Damn, why is there a trash here?"
Shen Tuye looked at Wen Feihong who was getting closer and closer, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. Regardless of his status or strength, he held Wen Feihong at a head, so he never put Wen Feihong in his eyes.
"Whoosh..."
Shen Tuye moved his body like a swift leopard, leaping out from the lush bushes and intercepting Wen Feihong.
"Shen Tuye, what do you want to do?"
Shen Tuye's sudden appearance startled Wen Feihong, but when he saw the person blocking him, Wen Feihong breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously.
"Wen Feihong, if you answer my question honestly, I'll let you go. If you don't know current affairs, then don't blame me for being rude to you." Shen Tuye threatened with a gloomy expression.
"What do you want to ask?"
Although Wen Feihong was annoyed by Shen Tuye's attitude, he really didn't dare to offend Shen Tuye, so he could only hold back the anger in his heart and asked in a low voice.
"Let me ask you, do you know the whereabouts of Ye Chenfeng?" Shen Tuye asked.
"I don't know, I haven't met him." Wen Feihong shook his head and said.
"Really? You didn't lie to me?"
As he said that, a powerful evil spirit emanated from Shen Tuye's body, locked onto Wen Feihong, and questioned him coldly.
"I can swear, I really didn't meet that Leaf Morning Breeze in the Ziyun Mountains."
Wen Feihong was only a sixth-level spirit beast, and couldn't bear the impact of Shentuye's evil spirit at all, so he said with a pale face.
"Is that so?" Shentuye said with a gloomy expression, his eyes continuously shot out fiercely.