Chapter 45 My Greatest Feature Is Persistence

"Does Soul Hunting Forest still have such rules?" Wang Feng asked in surprise.

"Not really, just killing it is useless. It's a waste of spirit rings, so when you enter the Soul Hunting Forest, unless you encounter a suitable soul beast, the three of us will not kill most of the soul beasts, and let the soul beasts lose. Fighting ability is enough."

Ling Ren explained with a smile, "However, some spirit masters are more murderous, and they may hunt spirit beasts even if they don't use spirit rings. Everyone's pursuit is different."

Wang Feng nodded, it really makes sense, if he doesn't have a team and hunts soul beasts alone in the future, he doesn't need to kill soul beasts.

Seems to be more exercise.

"Let me help you recover, try to keep your full state." Wang Feng suggested.

"Do you have enough soul power?" Si Rong glanced at him suspiciously, "We consume very little, but you're only at level sixteen, so you shouldn't have much soul power, right? Wouldn't it be a waste to replenish us like this?"

"No, no, it's a waste of money."

Wang Fengba didn't need to use some soul power, and directly used it to motivate Jinlian to supply the three people's soul power, "Besides, I think the soul power should be kept as full as possible, if you encounter a large and powerful soul beast, it will be more dangerous. If so, it's easy to deal with."

Si Rong was stunned for a moment, thinking about it too, after all encountering a large soul beast, there is no extra time to replenish.

When they gave Si Rong and Ling Ren their soul power for the first time, they finally felt the sourness of Lao Hei.

"Old Hei, it's really good! The whole body is numb... The recovery of soul power is somewhat interesting."

A smirk appeared on Ling Ren's face.

Si Rong smiled.

Immediately after.

The four of them had been in Soul Hunting Forest all afternoon, hunting all kinds of soul beasts.

It's just that most of them were not killed, they just let these soul beasts lose their combat effectiveness and slowly recover.

"At night, I haven't met a suitable soul beast for eight hundred years, and I'm too lucky."

Ling Ren leaned against the tree, full of exhaustion.

Old Hei was also sitting on the ground, and his sturdy body was also shrugging and pulling at this time.

There was also dense sweat on Si Rong's face.

Only, Wang Feng was still looking forward in high spirits.

In the afternoon, his soul power has been consuming, has been consuming, but when he stopped to meditate at this time, his cultivation speed became much faster.

It seems that the more consumed, the faster the meditation practice.

It was a battle with a seven hundred-year-old soul beast just now. Although they were victorious, the three of them were very tired.

"Three, do you want to add more?" Wang Feng's still full of anger sounded.

The three of them glanced at Wang Feng in unison, and said in unison, "Do you still have soul power?"

This afternoon, they encountered at least ten spirit beasts. Under normal circumstances, the three of them would fight at most four spirit beasts in a row, so they needed to be replenished.

But with the constant addition of this kid called Thanos, he was forced to fight ten soul beasts!

At this time, he actually still has soul power to replenish everyone?

"No...Xiao Mie, are you really only level 15?" Lao Hei scratched his head, "I haven't seen a recovery spirit master before, even if it's in the twenties, it doesn't last as long as you?"

"No way, my biggest feature is persistence." Wang Feng smiled embarrassedly.

His soul power was compressed. Although he was only at the fifteenth rank, his soul power was actually extremely durable. In addition, Meteor Tears had the effect of automatic recovery.

At this time, he still had one-fifth of his soul power remaining.

Moreover, Wang Feng felt that he should be about to reach the sixteenth level.

Although Wang Feng did not directly participate in the battle this afternoon, he has been consuming his soul power!

"..." Old Hei.

"You kid, you're not too old, but you like to say some dirty words." Ling Ren rolled his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face that men understand, "However, you are not ordinary long-lasting! We can't bear it. Living,

right? Si Rong, can you still bear it? "

boom!

As soon as Ling Ren finished speaking, Si Rong slapped him on the back of the head.

"You are so bold that you dare to tease me?" Si Rong glared at Ling Ren.

Wang Feng laughed a few times.

In the afternoon's battle, he felt that a few people were good.

The character of this Lingren is a bit cheap, and he also likes to say some dirty jokes.

"Do you really have soul power?"

Si Rong looked at Wang Feng and asked with a frown.

She felt a little surprised in her heart. It was not easy for a fifteen-level spirit master to restore and replenish their twenty-level spirit masters all the time. But up to now, there is still soul power to supplement the soul power, which is really unusual.

"It's okay, it's probably only enough for each of you to refill once."

Wang Feng did not say how much he had left.

At this time, just after speaking, suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the distance.

The lavender mist suddenly covered the sight in the distance!

"It's the thorn purple vine!"

Si Rong suddenly stood up, looked at the looming vines in the distance, and said loudly, "About eight hundred years! Exactly, it's what I want!"

Ling Ren and Lao Hei also stood up, looking at the distance with a bit of joy in their eyes.

The purpose of this trip was to find a suitable soul ring breakthrough for Si Rong.

This thorny purple vine is a perfect fit!

The thorny purple vine will release a purple mist, which affects the spirit of the soul master. It has a good psychedelic effect and is one of the attributes most needed by control-type soul masters.

"Xiao Mie, help us restore our soul power to full!"

Si Rong said eagerly to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng nodded.

After eight hundred years or so, if it is him whose body has not been recast, he also needs to deal with it seriously.

Mainly, the three of them fought for an afternoon. Even if their soul power could be replenished, their mental state had really declined. But the three of them are experienced, and Wang Feng feels that nothing will happen.

After recovering the three of them, Wang Feng estimated that the soul power in his body was the last.

"Ling Ren, remember to use that trick, this thorn purple vine is most afraid of fire!"

Si Rong looked at Ling Ren and asked.

Ling Ren has a soul skill, the Flying Flame Strike, which can be applied to the dagger, with a layer of light flames attached, which is the best way to deal with this purple spirit vine.

"Old Hei, pay the bitter root."

Si Rong brought out the materials prepared in the bag. It was a pale white medicinal root about a finger long.

Exudes a pungent smell.

Wang Feng watched intently, the three of them were really well prepared, and the target was estimated to be this thorny purple vine. Bitter root is a special herb that has no other effect than being extremely bitter and refreshing. Once enveloped by the purple mist of the thorny purple vine, the bitter taste stimulates the brain and will not be psychedelic.

This is an experienced team. Wang Feng feels that this kind of battle is indeed much more fulfilling than the simple understanding in the academy.

Wang Feng stood behind Lao Hei.

Watching the three of them fighting from a distance, almost quickly, the 800-year-old thorns and purple vines were cut down by the three people's cooperation and still tacit understanding.

Ling Blade's flying flame attack almost cut off the ten vines of Thorn Zi Lin Teng, making it impossible for him to move any more.

Just waiting for the final blow.

The three of them were dying of exhaustion, watching this scene with excited expressions on their faces.

"Great! This hunt is perfect! Eight hundred years of thorns and purple vines! However, this time Xiao Mie has done the most credit. I'll reward him with two gold soul coins later!"

Ling Ren said excitedly, "Sister Si Rong, go and give this purple vine the last blow!"

"Okay!" Sister Si Rong nodded, holding a small sword, and walked towards the purple vine in the distance.

Yet at this moment.

A figure rushes quickly from the opposite side!

Swish!

The figure that suddenly appeared, grabbed in front of Si Rong, and directly killed the purple vine!

The dark yellow spirit ring slowly lights up.

The three were stunned for a while.

In the distance, a playful laughter came:

"I'm sorry, this thorn purple vine, I saw it first, and it belongs to me! Several people, trouble!"