Chapter 52: Fright Finger

"Thirty low-grade soul crystals, the harvest is not bad."

When Ye Chenfeng searched for the spoils, he found thirty low-grade soul crystals in the arms of the black-clothed man, as well as a scroll of sheepskin that was slightly yellowed and prohibited by patterns.

"Could it be a soul skill!"

Ye Chenfeng raised his brows slightly, and combined with the inheritance memory in God Devourer's brain, he cracked the pattern prohibition on the surface of the sheepskin scroll.

"break!"

In about three breaths, Ye Chenfeng's eyes shot out the rays of light, and the power of the array pattern was injected into the prohibition of the pattern along with the power of his mind, forcibly breaking it.

The next moment, a large number of tiny characters appeared on the dull sheepskin scroll, forming a volume of mysterious soul skills.

"Spirit level mid-grade soul skill, fright finger."

Ye Chenfeng quickly browsed the soul skills recorded in the scroll, and unexpectedly found that the sheepskin scroll turned out to be a scroll of spirit-level mid-grade soul skills, which were divided into three types: Dianxing, Jingmang, and Soul-breaking.

"I'm worried now that I don't have any soul skills to use, so you sent it to me. I really don't know how to thank you." Ye Chenfeng showed a faint smile, and immediately concentrated on his memory.

Incorporating the mind-devouring brain, Ye Chenfeng's comprehension reached an unbelievable level. He only took a stick of incense to memorize the training method of the fright finger, and he practiced in a similar way.

Frightening thorn is a mid-level spirit skill, and it is not easy to cultivate, and it is difficult for ordinary people to cultivate it to the realm of mastery after a year of hard work.

However, when Ye Chenfeng practiced, he did not feel any difficulty, as if everything came naturally, he quickly grasped the essentials.

The wind blows, and the leaves fall.

"Point the star!"

Looking at the slowly falling leaves in front of him, Ye Chenfeng suddenly pointed out his fingers, and one after another turquoise fingers shot out, like the stars in the sky, breaking the falling leaves in front of him.

Ye Chenfeng's movements were smooth and free, without any sloppiness. After one finger, he pointed out another finger, and a finger like a snake flashed in mid-air, piercing a distant tree and six people hugged together before they could hug The ancient wood that came over.

Looking at the cracked ancient tree that was pierced by him in the distance, Ye Chenfeng was slightly surprised and delighted. He didn't expect his brain to be transformed by the God-devouring brain, and his comprehension became so enchanting. He realized it in just half an hour. Cry refers to the first two styles.

Taking a deep breath, a shock flashed across Ye Chenfeng's mind, and the training method of the third type of soul-shattering was rehearsed in his mind.

"He, what is he doing?"

About an hour later, the man in black woke up in a coma. When he clutched his severely injured chest and climbed out of the pile of broken wood, 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 much so that he opened his mouth, but didn't say a word for a long time.

"Broken soul."

As soon as Ye Chenfeng pointed it out, the cyan soul power surrounding his fingertips suddenly accelerated, forming a one-foot-long whirling finger, hitting the ancient tree full of cracks in the distance at an astonishing speed. The finger smashed the tall ancient wood, and the debris flew in the air.

"For more than an hour, he cultivated the Fright Finger to the realm of Dacheng, is he really a human being?"

The fright refers to the man in black who spent almost all of his savings half a year ago and exchanged it at the Soul Skill Pavilion of Tianhuo Wufu.

In the past six months, he has devoted most of his energy to cultivating the Fright Finger, but he has only cultivated into the first two forms of the Fright Finger, and has never been able to comprehend the third form of the Fright Finger.

But Ye Chenfeng only took more than an hour to fully comprehend, which made the man in black look at Ye Chenfeng full of awe and fear.

"This fright finger scroll is returned to you."

Ye Chenfeng didn't dare to hide the fright finger, so as not to offend the rules of Tianhuo Wufu, he threw the scroll back to the dull-eyed man in black, his body flashed, and he disappeared into the vast jungle.

"Evil, there is actually a monster among the freshmen, and the Tianhuo Wufu is very lively." The black-clothed man rolled his throat, watching Ye Chenfeng's disappearing back, and muttered to himself with lingering fears.

"It took more than an hour for this, I don't know how far they were thrown away by Shangguan Peng, Shen Tuye and the others."

Ye Chenfeng calculated the time, and felt that he should have been separated by Shangguan Peng and Shen Tuye. He kept accelerating, chasing after the two of them, and looking for Wen Feihong's whereabouts.

At the same time, Shangguan Peng, Shen Tuye, and Shen Tu's blood, who were wearing bright red robes, with a grim face and an aura that was even stronger than Shangguan Peng's, were scattered on several roads leading to Tianhuowufu, waiting for Ye Chen. The emergence of wind.

"Damn, what is Ye Chenfeng doing? Why is it so slow? He probably won't notice anything."

Hidden in the grass, Shen Tuye, who waited patiently until the afternoon, found that Ye Chenfeng had not appeared for a long time, and suddenly became anxious.

If he cannot stop Ye Chenfeng and let him successfully cross the Ziyun Mountains, then he will not only lose the reward of Tianhuo Wufu, but he will also teach him a lesson and lose face. This is something Shen Tuye never wants to see. .

"someone is coming."

Just when Shen Tuye gradually lost his patience, suddenly, a slight rubbing sound of leaves came into his ears, and following the source of the sound, he saw Wen Feihong, who was cautious and light-footed, slowly walking towards him.

"Damn, why is there such a waste."

Shen Tuye looked at Wen Feihong who was getting closer and closer, with a trace of disdain in his eyes. No matter his identity or strength, he kept Wen Feihong steady, so he never put Wen Feihong in his eyes.

"Whoosh..."

Shen Tuye moved like a swift leopard, jumping out of 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 who was intercepting him, Wen Feihong breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously.

"Wen Feihong, if you answer me a question honestly, I'll let you go. If you don't know the current affairs, don't blame me for being rude to you." Shen Tuye threatened with a gloomy expression.

"what do you wish to ask?"

Although Wen Feihong was annoyed by Shen Tuye's attitude, he really did not dare to offend Shen Tuye, so he could only hold back the anger in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"I ask you, do you know Ye Chenfeng's whereabouts?" 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?"

Saying that, a powerful evil spirit emanated from Shen Tuye's body, locked on Wen Feihong, and asked coldly.

"I can swear, I really never met that Ye Chenfeng in the Ziyun Mountains."

Wen Feihong was only a sixth-level spirit beast, and couldn't bear the shock of Shen Tuye's suffocating energy, and said with a pale face.

"Is that so?" Shen Tuye said with a gloomy expression, his eyes emitting fierce light.

"Shen Tuye, why are you looking for me in such a hurry? Can't you wait to fight me?"

Just when Shen Tuye was thinking about whether to get rid of Wen Feihong together, a familiar voice came into his ears, and Ye Chenfeng appeared.