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- Update time: 2013-03-03
The next day, early morning.
The green forest is like the sea and the fog is heavy. Even if the sky is sunny and cloudless, the forest is still a confused white. Under the ancient tree, Ye Feng ate up every blade of grass around him, accumulated strength all night, and finally stood up staggeringly.
???????????????????????????????????????????????? out out of sight.
Looking around, the nearest ancient trees are also hidden in the white mist, their outlines vaguely visible.
What is this place?
Sea of ??fog?
Lin Hai?
Or is it the legendary paradise of heaven?
Ye Feng was a little confused and took a small step forward. This was a perfectly normal and subtle movement, but it also involved the main muscles of his body, causing severe pain all over his body, like an ax being chopped with a knife.
"Why¡ª¡ª"
Ye Feng gritted his teeth to hold back the severe pain and sighed softly.
The injury was too serious this time. In a whole night, I only recovered about 10% of my physical strength. What's even more serious is that under the infiltration of the moist mist, the wounds all over his body have turned slightly white, which is a sign that the blood around the wounds has drained away.
Now, too weak.
Ye Feng quickly calmed down, sat down cross-legged, and began to concentrate all his energy on absorbing the particles of energy between heaven and earth.
The particles of Yuanli in nature flow slowly into Ye Feng's body like a stream, participating in the circulation of Yuanli in his body. After a long time, a trace of blood finally returned to Ye Feng's face, and the scars on his body began to heal inwards very slowly.
Yuanli is the basis of all material existence and the essence and source of life. Three days later, when Ye Feng opened his eyes again, more than 70% of his physical strength had been restored. Except for a few serious wounds, all the minor injuries had been completely healed, leaving only subtle scars. In a few days, the scars would be gone. Disappear.
He stood up, raised his head again, and looked up at the sky.
There is still a haze above my head, I can't see the sky, I can't see the sun, it seems that everything in the world is shrouded in this boundless fog with no end.
Ye Feng maintained his tall and straight posture and stood quietly for a long time, with a look of determination gradually showing in his eyes.
¡°In this powerful showdown between Xingye¡¯s two major combat powers, I survived. Now, on his shoulders, he carries the lives of Chen Xing and a thousand brothers in Hubao Camp.
The three prominent families of Xingye, Heiqiying and Wu Jingde, one day, I, Ye Feng, will use the heads of all of you to pay tribute in front of my brother's grave. Today's hatred must be repaid with your blood.
must!
must!
Ye Feng's blood boiled all over his body, his eyes were sharp, he looked up to the sky and roared, causing the dew on the surrounding branches and leaves to fall.
Then, without any pause, Ye Feng immediately started practicing.
He stood under a tall ancient tree, raised his fists flatly, causing a roar that broke through the air, and the sound hit the tree trunk.
Boom!
Boom!
¡¡
With every punch, there is a burst of severe pain in the muscles and bones all over the body.
Several large wounds on the shoulders and chest have not yet completely healed. Under the bombardment with all their strength, the wounds were torn again. The hot blood slowly seeped out and condensed, sliding down the skin and dripping onto the top of the grass. The tip of the grass trembled slightly, and the blood droplets bloomed like crystal rubies, and the surrounding mist seemed to be tinged with a faint blood color.
My body hurts.
But what hurts more than the body is the heart.
When he was wandering between life and death, Chen Xing's resolute look and satisfied smile were like a bone-picking knife, piercing Ye Feng's heart. The unwilling roars of Zhao Yuning, Meng Kuo and other brothers from the Tiger and Leopard Camp also turned into deep nightmares, ringing in Ye Feng's ears all the time.
Become stronger!
No matter what method is used, no matter how hard the effort is.
For himself, Chen Xing paid his blood and life. And he may be the only survivor of the Haw Par Camp. What he bears is a blood feud and the deep expectations of countless dead souls.
Boom, boom
With every punch, Ye Feng tried his best. The trunk of the ancient tree had been shattered into pieces, and the surface of Ye Feng's fist was dripping with blood, but he was completely unaware of it. He still punched up and down, and the sound continued.
"ah¡ª¡ª"
A moment later, Ye Feng threw his last punch, clenched his fists, and raised his head to the sky with an angry roar.
At this time, Ye Feng's heart was burning with flames of rage, his physical strength was exhausted again, but his blood could not suppress the surge and boiling.
From his previous life to this life, Ye Feng has experienced pain and failure countless times, and this time is the most tragic one.
After a long time, he finally calmed down, sat down cross-legged, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth calmly.
Seven days later, after several times of experience and practice, emptying out and absorbing the energy, Ye Feng finally fully recovered his physical strength and reached his best fighting condition before.
His clothes were torn and could no longer be worn, so he simply bared his upper body, covering his body only with leaves threaded through rattan, and lived an extremely primitive life.
For seven days, Ye Feng wandered aimlessly in this forest. He was surprised to find that in this misty forest, there was no sign of life at all, and even the most common beetles were hard to find. In Ye Feng's opinion, forests are often closely connected with various wild animals, which is almost a prerequisite for survival in the wild. But this forest completely broke Ye Feng's cognition. It seemed to be completely outside the world, just like the thick fog hanging over it, full of unknown mysteries.
On this day, Ye Feng traveled three hundred miles in a straight line in the forest, but after three hundred miles, what he saw was still extremely thick fog, and the shapes of the ancient trees he encountered on the way were also very similar, making it impossible to distinguish them accurately.
Ye Feng slowly stopped, feeling very depressed.
The fog is shrouded above the head, and the sun is not visible. The ancient trees have similar shapes, and there is no obvious difference. In this situation, Ye Feng had to admit that he was lost.
Lost in this vast and boundless fog forest.
But fortunately, every tree here has many fist-sized red fruits hanging like lanterns, and the aroma is alluring. Therefore, Ye Maple will complete the transformation from a carnivore to a herbivore in a short period of time at best, and will not starve.
After taking down and eating a red fruit, Ye Feng once again embarked on a journey of finding a way.
In a flash, another seven days passed.
Currently, Ye Feng is facing a very embarrassing situation. He feels as if he is locked in an invisible cage. No matter how hard he struggles, he cannot escape. This misty jungle seemed endless. He traveled in one direction for seven consecutive days and still could not reach the end of the forest.
In Ye Feng¡¯s impression, he should be very close to the edge of the cliff when he fell off the cliff, but no matter how he searched, he could not find any trace of the cliff.
The forest was silent, as if only Ye Feng existed. On the one hand, he had to endure the torment of loneliness, and on the other hand, he had to abide by his beliefs and continue to practice.
In a quiet world, a person embarks on a journey.
"A person" Under the ancient tree, Ye Feng leaned on the tough trunk, staring blankly at a red fruit in his hand, and murmured to himself, "Am I, Ye Feng, going to be trapped here for the rest of my life?"
"Absolutely, yes, no, okay!"
He made a fist with one hand and suddenly crushed the red fruit. He spoke these four simple words with a sonorous and powerful tone.
I, Ye Feng, bear a blood feud. I must not be trapped here and end my life alone and silently. As long as I still have breath, I must find a way out.
Even if I die one day, I, Ye Feng, will die vigorously in a duel with the strong, burning my life with fighting, and I must not be trapped and die here in obscurity!
Absolutely, don¡¯t give up hope!
He raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes igniting with eager expectation again.
Then, he stepped on the ground and shot into the tree canopy.
The tree is a hundred feet high, but the area covered by the fog is even wider. Ye Feng stood calmly at the top of the tree crown, looking up, but he felt that there was still thick fog above him, so he couldn't help but feel cruel and jumped suddenly.
Click!
The slender crown branches collapsed under the reaction force of the jump. Ye Feng jumped up ten feet and quickly looked upward and around at the highest point.
It¡¯s still foggy.
In the air, Ye Feng had nowhere to receive any force. He only stayed in the air for about half a breath before falling downwards.
Bang!
Ye Feng fell into the tree crown, and immediately turned over and shot towards another ancient tree, trying to find the weakness of the mist through the same method. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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