Chapter 1017: Blood pool

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"Sister, you are so powerful! We were all nervous now. Where have you been?" Feng Xiaohui asked excitedly.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly and asked: "Xiao Hui, can you tell me what your abilities are like, what kind of spiritual power?"
Since Rodriguez said that it is best to bring Feng Xiaohui, there must be his truth.
When Feng Xiaohui heard this question, he couldn’t help but feel awkward and bowed his head. It was a bit difficult to talk about.
"Say! I am your brother-in-law. What do you dare to say?" Ye Fan laughed and laughed.
An ecstasy who was next to him suddenly laughed and said: "Lord Lucifer, Xiaohui's abilities are amazing. He can make himself a no-brainer! Hahahaha..."
"Xiaohui has a nickname on our island, called ‘onlookers’, haha!...
There are several other abilities who are joking.
Ye Fan frowned, "onlookers? What do you mean?"
Feng Xiaohui had to explain: "Sister-in-law... Actually... my spiritual ability is a very hard-spirited spiritual ability that belongs to the 'insulated' type of spiritual ability."
"Insulation? You say it carefully," Ye Fandao.
"I will explain it," Ai Er said: "We passed the test and sent a special spiritual system instructor. After teaching Xiaohui, Xiaohui's spiritual ability gradually stabilized.
Then, we found that his mental power can be centered on himself and release a protective layer of spiritual insulation without dead ends.
In Xiaohui's mental protective cover, his spiritual power dominates, but it cannot exceed the scope of his insulating protective layer, and the mental power of others cannot enter his field...
In short, Xiaohui can block mental invasion, but it only blocks the invasion. At present, nothing else can be done..."
Ye Fan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Feng Xiaohui looked depressed.
His abilities, indeed, are very tasteless in most cases, watching others fight you to die, and he, silently watching, can only guard his own one-acre three-point land, can not do anything else.
"Xiaohui, don't be too depressed, although your ability can only protect a small range, but in defense, it is really very powerful, even if my mental strength can not enter your barrier.
So, I think if you can expand the scope of the barrier in the future, maybe you can become the nemesis of any spiritual power," Ai Er encouraged.
Ye Fan said with a smile: "How much can Xiaohui protect now?"
Xiaohui is authentic, "Sister-in-law... I can only... protect the range of one square meter around my body."
Ye Fan's face is a stiff, this is really a real "small range".
However, ... one square meter, to protect him alone, it is enough.
"Xiaohui, come back to Xiaguo with me, I have something, I need your powerful ability to help me!" Ye Fan said seriously.
Feng Xiaohui was amazed. "I... my abilities? Can I help my brother-in-law?"
"This mission is not for you," Ye Fan did not say anything.
Feng Xiaohui seems to be in the same way as the lottery. I didn’t expect that he’s so ridiculous
onlookers
ability, but also useful? !
Ye Fan did not have time to explain more. After taking Feng Xiaohui, he said goodbye to Ai Er and others.
Ai Erben wants to go with him, but considering the Association of Abilities here, there are still some things to be good, and they can only say goodbye to Ye Fan.
As for Rodriguez, they ran to find wine and drink, and they took care of them.
For the elderly, helping me here is already a face.
After leaving the headquarters of the Practitioners Association, Ye Fan took Feng Xiaohui and sailed back to Huahai.
He knows that he can't delay. If the postman finds out something and runs out of Xia Guo, it is estimated to be looking for a long time...
......
Kunlun, the mountains, I do not know thousands of miles.
An unknown valley, above the meandering snow-capped peaks, below is a hot spring with a geothermal heat that is slowly flowing.
The blend of ice and fire is particularly prominent here.
And in this valley, a thick smell, and a violent temper of a child, are permeating.
The source of all this is the side of the pool near the hot springs, under the cliff.
This pool is also seven or eight squares in size, but inside, it turns out to be bubbling blood!
There is even stinking blood in the suffocating air, mixed with some hot springs in the ground, like a legendary hell, a pot for cooking evil people!
It is hard to imagine that a young man with a shirtless body is now immersed in this pool!
His two arms were shackled by four stout chains that didn't know what kind of metal, and the four chains were deeply plunged into the solid rocks around them, hard to move!
"Ah...ah..." The young man looked at the painful color. His eyes were full of pleadingly looking at the distance. The man standing on the edge of the blood pool, "Grandpa... Grandpa... I didn't practice... ...I don't practice... let me go out..."
The man smiled slyly and slyly: "Fenger, don't give up, follow the grandfather's teachings, and work with us, and with our Shenlong clan's ‘devil's nine changes, you can certainly succeed.

The young man in the pool is awesome!
Ye Feng never imagined that his grandfather, Wushen, preached to him a way to quickly restore his strength, even so horrible blood pool to sculpt the physical demon practice!
This unheard of cultivation method, he did not dare to think, but even more dare to believe that his grandfather, the martial arts, will let his grandson, practice this kind of effort!
"Grandpa... I am so painful... I am so uncomfortable... I beg you... I don't want to restore my strength... You let me go out..." Ye Feng is just as good as death, in this blood pool, look like It is bitten by countless insects!
The key is full of red, full of stench, let him vomit!
Wu Shen said: "I told you earlier, you must endure hardships to restore strength. You said that you can endure hardships. How can you say no to this? Then insist on persistence, children, you can..."
Ye Feng burst into tears, and he looked helplessly at the side of the Valkyrie, the same crying mother.
"Mom! You are asking for Grandpa...you are going to find your father...I am going crazy! I can't stand it!"
Ji Rulan looked at her son in such a place, has been tortured for so many days, has long been broken, her tears are running out.
Ji Rulan did not know how many times, once again kneeling on the ground, pleading: "Father! You let Feng come out... He really can't hold on... We don't take revenge, we practice well... You are..."