Chapter 45: My biggest feature is long-lasting

　　 "Is there such a rule in the hunting forest?" Wang Feng asked in surprise.
"Not really, it's useless to just kill. The spirit ring is wasted for nothing, so when you enter the hunting forest, unless you encounter a suitable spirit beast, most of the spirit beasts of the three of us will not be killed. The fighting ability will do."
　　 Ling Blade explained with a smile, "However, some soul masters are more bloodthirsty, and they may hunt soul beasts even if they don't use soul rings. Everyone's pursuit is different."
　　Wang Feng nodded, it is indeed reasonable. If there is no one in the future to hunt the soul beast alone, there is no need to kill the soul beast.
　　 seems to be more able to exercise.
　　 "I will help you recover, try to keep it full." Wang Feng suggested.
　　 "Do you have enough spirit power?" Silk gave him a puzzled look, "We consume very little, but you are only sixteenth level. You shouldn't have much spirit power? Isn't it wasteful to supplement us like this?"
　　 "No, no, it's a waste."
Wang Fengba didn’t need to use some spirit power, so he directly used the spirit power to spur the golden lotus to supply the three of them.
Besides, I think the spirit power should be kept as full as possible. If one encounters a large and powerful soul beast, it will be more dangerous. If you don’t, it’s easy to deal with."
　　Si Rong was taken aback, thinking about it, after all, after encountering a large soul beast, there was no extra time to supplement it.
　　 When giving Silkong and Ling Blade the first recovery of their spirit power, they finally felt the sourness of the old black.
　　 "Old Hei, it's quite vigorous! The whole body is crumpled and numb... This soul power is restored, which is interesting."
　　 A thief smile appeared on Ling Blade's face.
　　Si Rong smiled.
　　 followed.
　　 The four of them have been hunting soul beasts all afternoon.
　　 It's just that most of them didn't kill them, they just made these soul beasts lose their fighting power and slowly recover.
　　 "It's night, I haven't encountered a suitable 800-year-old soul beast, and my luck is too bad."
　　 Ling Blade leaned on the tree, exhausted.
　　 Lao Hei also sat on the ground, his sturdy body shrugging.
　　Sirong also has dense sweat on her face.
　　Only, Wang Feng still looked ahead vigorously.
　　 One afternoon, his soul power has been consuming and consuming, but as soon as he stopped to meditate at this time, his cultivation speed became much faster.
　　 It seems that the more you consume, the faster your meditation practice will be.
　　 just now was fighting a seven-hundred-year-old soul beast. Although they were defeated, the three of them were very tired.
　　 "Three, do you want to add?" Wang Feng still rang out in full of breath.
　　 The three of them looked at Wang Feng at different times, and couldn't help but said together: "Do you still have spirit power?"
　　 This afternoon, I encountered at least ten soul beasts. Normally, three people can fight four soul beasts in a row at most, so it needs to be supplemented.
　　, with this kid named Thanos constantly supplementing, he bluntly fought ten soul beasts in a full state!
　　 At this time, he still has soul power, to supplement everyone?
　　 "No...Xiao Mie, you really only have level 15?" Old Hei scratched his head, "I haven't seen a recovery type spirit master. Even if it is more than 20 levels, it doesn't last as long as you?"
　　 "No way, my biggest characteristic is long-lasting." Wang Feng smiled embarrassedly.
　　 His soul power is compressed, although it is only fifteenth level, but in fact the soul power is extremely durable, and the meteor tears have an automatic recovery effect.
　　 At this time, he still has one-fifth of his soul power.
　　 Moreover, Wang Feng felt that he should be close to level 16.
　　 Although Wang Feng did not directly participate in the battle this afternoon, he has been consuming his soul power!
　　 "..." Old Black.
"You kid, young, likes to say something bad." Lingbian's eyes rolled, a smile that a man understands appeared on his face, "However, you are no longer ordinary and lasting! We can't bear it anymore. Live, right? Sister Silkong, can you still bear it?"
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　　 As soon as Ling Blade finished speaking, Silk Rong slapped him on the back of the head.
　　 "You are brave, even I dare to molested?" Silkong glared at Ling Ren.
　　 Wang Feng laughed a few times.
　　 After fighting all afternoon, he felt that a few people were good.
　　 This Lingbian's character is a bit petty, and he likes to say something bad.
　　 "Do you really still have soul power?"
　　Si Rong looked at Wang Feng, frowned and asked.
　　 She felt a little surprised. It was not easy for a fifteenth-level spirit master to always give them more than twenty-level soul masters to restore and supplement. But now, there is still soul power to supplement soul power, which is really unusual.
　　 "It's okay, probably only enough for each of you to fill it up once."
　　 Wang Feng did not say how much he had left.
　　 At this time, just after finishing speaking, suddenly, there was a rustle in the distance.
　　 The lavender mist suddenly covered the sight in the distance!
　　 "It's thorns and purple spirit vine!"
　　Sirong stood up suddenly, looked at the looming vines in the distance, and said loudly, "About eight hundred years! It just happens to be what I want!"
　　 Ling Blade and Lao Hei also stood up, looking into the distance with a bit of joy in their eyes.
　　The purpose of this trip is to find a suitable spirit ring breakthrough for Silkong.
　　 This thorny purple spirit vine, can be considered more suitable!
　　 Thorns and Purple Spirit Vine will release a purple mist that affects the spirit of the soul master. It has a decent psychedelic effect and is one of the most needed attributes for the control type soul master.
　　 "Xiao Mie, help us restore our spirit power to full!"
　　Sirong eagerly said to Wang Feng.
　　 Wang Feng nodded.
　　 About eight hundred years ago, if his body has not been recast, he needs to be dealt with seriously.
　　 It was mainly three people fighting for an entire afternoon, even if the spirit power could be replenished, but the mental state really dropped. But the three of them are experienced, and Wang Feng feels that nothing will happen.
　　 After recovering the three of them, Wang Feng estimated the soul power in his body, and there was still some left.
　　 "Ling Blade, remember to use that trick, this thorn and purple spirit vine is the most afraid of fire!"
　　Si Rong looked at Ling Bian and asked.
　　 Ling Blade has a soul-recruiting skill, flying flame strike, which can be applied to the dagger with a light flame, which is the best way to deal with this kind of purple spirit vine.
　　 "Old black, pay the bitterness root."
　　Sirong brought out the materials prepared in the bag. It was a pale white medicine root about one finger long ~ EbookFREE.me ~ exuding a pungent smell.
　　 Wang Feng watched intently, the three of them were really prepared very well, and the goal was estimated to be this thorny purple spirit vine. Bitter root is a special herb that has no other effect, it is extremely bitter and refreshing. Once shrouded in the purple mist of thorns and wisteria, the bitter taste stimulates the brain and will not be fascinated.
　　 This is the experienced team. Wang Feng feels that this kind of battle is indeed much more substantial than the simple understanding in the academy.
　　Wang Feng stood behind the old black.
　　 Watching the three people fighting from a distance, almost quickly, the 800-year-old thorns and purple spirit vines were cut down by the three people in the same tacit battle.
　　 Ling Blade’s flying flame strike almost cut off the ten vines of Thorn Zilinteng, making it unable to make any more movements.
　　 just wait for the last blow.
　　 The three of them were dying of exhaustion, watching this scene, their faces filled with excitement.
　　 "Great! This hunt is perfect! The 800-year-old thorns and purple spirit vines! However, this time is the most important thing, so I will reward him with two gold soul coins!"
　　 Ling Yan said excitedly, "Sister Si Rong, go and give this purple spirit vine the final blow!"
　　 "Good!" Sister Si Rong nodded, holding a small sword, and walking towards the purple spirit vine in the distance.
　　 But at this moment.
　　 A figure rushes from the opposite side quickly!
　　唰!
　　 The figure that suddenly appeared, grabbed the front of Silk Rong, and directly killed the purple spirit vine!
　　 The dark yellow soul ring slowly lit up.
　　 The three of them were shocked.
　　 In the distance, a playful laugh came:
　　 "Sorry, I saw this thorn and purple spirit vine first, it belongs to me! Several people, trouble!"