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Chapter 1017
1017
"Brother-in-law, you are amazing! We were all nervous just now, where did you go?" Feng Xiaohui asked excitedly.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly and asked: "Xiaohui, can you tell me what your power is like, what kind of spiritual power?"
Since Rodríman said it's better to bring Feng Xiaohui with him, there must be his reason.
When Feng Xiaohui heard this question, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"Say! I'm your brother-in-law, what can't you say?" Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry.
A power player beside him suddenly laughed and said, "Your Excellency Lucifer, Xiaohui's power is so powerful, he can turn himself into a powerless! Hahahaha..."
"Xiaohui has a nickname on our island called'Onlookers', haha!..." There were several other abilities, jokingly and happily.
Ye Fan frowned, "Onlookers? What do you mean?"
Feng Xiaohui had no choice but to explain: "Brother-in-law... Actually... My mental power is a very tasteless mental power, belonging to the'insulation' type of mental power."
"Insulation? Tell me more carefully," Ye Fan said.
"Let me explain," Ai Er said: "We passed the test and sent a special psychic instructor. After teaching Xiaohui, Xiaohui's mental abilities gradually stabilized.
Then, we discovered that his mental power can center on himself, releasing an insulating protective layer of mental power without dead ends.
In Xiaohui’s spiritual power shield, his spiritual power occupies a dominant position, but it cannot exceed the range of his insulating protective layer, and the spiritual power of others cannot enter his domain...
In short, Xiaohui can block the invasion of mental power, but it can only block the invasion. Currently, there is nothing else to do..."
Ye Fan suddenly realized it, no wonder he looked at Feng Xiaohui with a depressed look.
His ability is indeed very tasteless in most cases. Watching others fight to death and alive, he himself, silently watching, can only guard his own one-third of acres of land, and can't do other things.
"Xiaohui, don't be too depressed. Although your ability can only protect a small area, it is really powerful in defense. Even my mental power can't enter your barrier at all.
So, I think if you can expand the scope of the barrier in the future, maybe you can become the nemesis of any mental power," Ai Er encouraged.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "How much scope can Xiaohui protect now?"
Xiaohui said awkwardly, "Brother-in-law... I can only... protect a one-square-meter area around the body".
Ye Fan's expression became stiff, this is really a real "small area".
But... one square meter is enough to protect him alone.
"Xiaohui, come back to Xia Country with me. I have something to do. I need your powerful ability to help me!" Ye Fan said seriously.
Feng Xiaohui was taken aback, "I... my ability? Can I help my brother-in-law?"
"This mission is none other than you," Ye Fan did not say nonsense.
Feng Xiaohui seemed to have won the lottery. He didn't expect that his own "onlooker" ability could be useful? !
Ye Fan didn't have time to explain. After taking Feng Xiaohui with him, he said goodbye to Ai'er and others.
Ai Er wanted to go with him, but considering that there are still some things to be done in the Supernaturalists Association, she had to say goodbye to Ye Fan reluctantly.
As for Rodríman, he ran to find a drink a long time ago, so he was too lazy to take care of them.
For the elderly, helping here is already a shame.
After leaving the headquarters of the Supernaturalists Association, Ye Fan took Feng Xiaohui and flew back to Huahai.
He knew that he could not delay too much. If the postman found something and ran out of Xia Country, it would have been a long time...
…
Kunlun, the vast mountains, do not know thousands of miles.
An unknown valley, with snow-capped peaks above, and a hot spring with geothermal heat flowing slowly through it.
The blending of ice and fire is particularly prominent here.
And just in this valley, a strong smell of blood and a violent atmosphere were permeating.
The source of all this is a pool near the hot spring, under the cliff.
This pond is only seven or so squares in size, but inside it is actually bubbling blood!
The smelly blood even exudes foul blood, mixed with some underground hot springs, like a pot used to cook the wicked in the legendary hell!
It is unimaginable that a shirtless young man is immersed in this pool at this moment!
His two arms were imprisoned by four sturdy chains made of no known metal. The four iron chains were plunged deeply into the surrounding solid rocks, making it hard to move!
"Ah...Ah..." The young man looked grimly painful, his eyes full of pleading look at the man standing on the edge of the blood pool in the distance, "Grandpa... Grandpa... I'm not practicing... I'm not practicing anymore." …You let me out..."
The man smiled kindly and said: "Feng'er, don't give up, follow the exercises taught by your grandfather, run it, and cooperate with our Shenlong clan's "Shenlong Nine Transformations". You will definitely succeed."
The young man in the pool was Ye Feng!
Ye Feng never expected that his grandfather, the God of War, would teach him a way to quickly restore his strength, such a terrifying training method for the evil spirits in the blood pool to sacrifice the flesh!
He couldn't even think of this unheard of cultivation method, let alone believe that his grandfather, the dignified Martial God, would let his own grandson practice this kind of kung fu!
"Grandpa... I'm so miserable... I'm so miserable... Please... I don't want to regain my strength... You just let me go out..." Ye Feng couldn't live better than death, in this blood pool, he seemed to be bitten by countless insects!
The key is that the red color and bloody stench made him sick!
The Valkyrie tut: "I told you a long time ago that you have to endure hardships to regain your strength. You said you can endure hardships. Why can't you justify it now? Hold on, kid, you can..."
Ye Feng cried bitterly, he looked helplessly at the side of the god of war, his mother who was also crying bitterly.
"Mom! Please beg Grandpa... Go and find your father... I'm going crazy! I can't take it anymore!"
Looking at her son in such a place, Ji Rulan had been tortured for so many days, her heart and intestines had already been broken, and her tears were almost draining.
Ji Rulan didn't know how many times, she knelt on the ground again, begging: "Father! Just let Feng'er come out... He really can't hold on... We won't take revenge, are we cultivating well... Please... "