C7 Diabolic evil spirit

As the crowd dispersed, the Qin Residence regained its peace and quiet.

Within the hall.

Qin Changtian and his wife were all worried. Qin Feng himself, did not react at all.

"Xiao Fan, aren't you supposed to train today? Why did you come back? " Qin Feng looked at Yang Fan, and asked while frowning.

Although Yang Fan was worried, he still glared at Qin Feng unhappily: "Today, when I heard about your martial spirit being a worm, I didn't have the mood to cultivate. I came straight back to comfort you. Who would have thought that right after arriving at your house, he would run into Bai Zhihan who was trying to end the engagement. Now that you're in big trouble, I can't leave. If anyone dares to cause trouble for you, I can help you carry them. "

Qin Feng was touched, Yang Fan was his best friend after all.

This also caused Qin Feng to think of Lin Xue, and his heart couldn't help but be dismal.

Yang Fan, Qin Feng and Lin Xue all lived on this street. The distance between them was not far, and the three of them were about the same age.

When they reached the age to cultivate, Qin Feng and Lin Xue were sent to the Tianwu Gate, became their nominal disciple, and cultivated together with them.

The three of them were not going to separate at all, it was just that Qin Feng had been very naughty since he was young, always bringing along Yang Fan and Lin Xue who were a little younger than him, bringing about some trouble.

Yang Fan's father was worried that if the three of them continued to stay together, not only would it be possible for them to cause more trouble, it would also affect their cultivation.

Now that they were three young, with Qin Feng and Yang Fan being the only ones left, their lives and lives were forever separated from Lin Xue's.

This was because Qin Feng was very clear that if Lin Xue was still alive, he would definitely stand by his side and support him without any hesitation.

"Xiao Fan, go back and cultivate! Don't forget, one year ago, we made a vow in front of Xue Er's grave. "

"Right now, it is impossible for me to avenge her and seek justice for her. This burden can only be borne by you."

"Moreover, if you can also display a decent talent, then you'll be more qualified to protect me."

"Even if I am to be avenged by them, if anything happens to me, only when you are strong can you avenge me. If you stay here now, it will be useless! "

The current Qin Feng, already understood the importance of cultivation, he just wanted Yang Fan to become stronger and stronger.

So, even if he knew that he was a Evolutionary Martial Spirit, and he was still a Rare genius, he would not tell Yang Fan the truth for the time being.

As soon as Qin Feng finished his words, Yang Fan stood up proudly: "wind brother, I'll go back now and cultivate diligently. Not only must I avenge Xue Er and seek justice, I must also protect you well. "

After Yang Fan finished his words with a determined face, he rushed out of the hall and quickly left.

Qin Feng watched as Yang Fan left, and a slight smile appeared on his face. However, when he looked back, he once again saw his mother secretly wiping tears away.

Because he was very clear that his mother must have thought of Lin Xue again.

Lin Xue was obedient and sensible, liked by her parents, and treated her like a Daughter.

She had been killed. Even though her parents were too sad that they didn't see her in front of him, they were actually very sad in private.

"Father, can you lend me your treasured collection to have a look?" Although Qin Feng saw that his mother was secretly wiping away her tears, he did not expose her and directly looked at his father as he said this.

His father's talent was not high, but he had a unique passion for martial arts. He loved to collect things related to martial arts, namely techniques and records of martial arts. His collection was a mess.

When Qin Feng was still young, his father's focus was on collecting techniques.

This was the only hope he had for the Martial Dao he entrusted to his son. However, Qin Feng did not have the heart to cultivate, he only wanted to play around and cultivate in the Tianwu Gate.

Therefore, he no longer paid much attention to the collection of techniques and preferred the collection of books on martial arts.

Perhaps because of his previous collection of Martial Skills, Qin Changtian had gotten used to it, even though the later collection was more inclined to books on martial arts, it was also collecting Martial Skills s at the same time.

However, he was no longer like before, and focused on the grade of the Martial Skills, and almost accepted it the moment he saw it.

Even so, Qin Changtian still treated those collections like treasures. Adding to the fact that Qin Feng had disappointed him, Qin Changtian simply did not allow this guy to enter the secret room that he was in.

He was afraid that Qin Feng would not have the money to play around. Even if it was the item he bought with a high price, he could be sold cheaply by this unfilial son of his for the sake of his "treasures".

Just as Qin Feng finished speaking, Zhang Lan looked towards Qin Changtian and said, "Chang Tian, your son wants to see, let him see! The current him has already become sensible, and will definitely not do anything rash again. "

Zhang Lan's idea was very simple. She just wanted Qin Feng to be immersed in his husband's library, so that he wouldn't have to squat down in front of Xue Er's grave to feel sad.

After all, apart from a few techniques, the items that her husband had collected were not worth much. However, if one were to take a look at them, it would be quite interesting.

Qin Changtian sighed, then took out the key and gave it to Qin Feng: "Feng Er, go in and see for yourself! Remember, you must gently put it down and gently flip through it. "

"Got it, Daddy." Qin Feng acknowledged him, then took the key from Qin Changtian's hands and quickly left.

Within the secret room.

Qin Feng stood there in a daze, also flabbergasted.

The interior was about thirty to forty meters in radius, and there were rows and rows of bookshelves lined up neatly. Some of them looked very old, but they did have the tempo of rotting at the touch.

Qin Feng never thought that his father would collect so many things.

If it was a year ago, Qin Feng would definitely scoff at these collections.

But now, just as his mother had said, he was already sensible, so he naturally wouldn't think this way again.

He knew very well that even though most of the things here were worthless, they were still his father's hobby.

Qin Feng was startled, then he started to move, carefully flipping through the books on the shelves.

Right now, he only wanted to find the book that had records of the Evolutionary Martial Spirit s and have a good look at them to gain a better understanding of their records.

However, there were simply too many books inside, and the content was also very complicated. The records of the Evolutionary Martial Spirit s could possibly only be a small section of the records, so he had to flip through them one by one.

Time slowly passed by. Qin Feng carefully flipped through the books, but he did not find anything, as the contents of the Evolutionary Martial Spirit were recorded within.

After an unknown period of time, Qin Feng arrived at a corner of a bookshelf and picked up a book that was placed there. Unexpectedly, a yellowed piece of paper was placed in the corner where a book was kept.

Qin Feng was curious, he carefully picked up the yellowish paper. The moment he touched it, he actually felt a sense of quality.

As it turned out, it was not a piece of paper, but a piece of sheepskin roll that had undergone special treatment.

Qin Feng lightly patted the dust off the sheepskin roll s, and when he saw the contents on them, Qin Feng was immediately pleasantly surprised.

On the sheepskin roll s, this was the information recorded by the Evolutionary Martial Spirit.

Putting down the book in his hands, he picked up the sheepskin roll. The more he looked at the densely packed records on it, the more Qin Feng was shocked.

There were not too many differences between the records in the Evolutionary Martial Spirit and what his father had previously mentioned.

However, the content that his father did not mention at the end, made Qin Feng break out in a cold sweat.

Evolutionary Martial Spirit were rarely seen in this world and rarely encountered in a thousand years. It could even be said that the number one martial spirit s were not allowed to meet them.

This was because the Evolutionary Martial Spirit had another terrifying name — — Devil Evil Spirit.

The other was even more terrifying. As long as one used it properly, one could grab the energy of another martial spirit, nourish their own Evolutionary Martial Spirit, and even martial spirit who could directly devour others.

The first kind of Evolutionary Martial Spirit, was only targeted at material-type items, and was not too scary. The second type of Evolutionary Martial Spirit, could be said to be the public enemy of the martial artist, who would be afraid?

Moreover, there was also the Evolutionary Martial Spirit that could be considered to be within the Evolutionary Martial Spirit s.

The Evolutionary Martial Spirit that Qin Feng had achieved had already displayed the first characteristic, but he did not know yet whether or not he would possess the second, more terrifying characteristic.

Looking at the content within the sheepskin roll, Qin Feng could not help but rejoice to himself.

Fortunately, at that time, he did not reveal the fact that he was a Evolutionary Martial Spirit to the five Old Man s of the Martial Arts Association s. Otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Towards these heaven-defying evil spirits, as they grew, the power they displayed would also continue to grow.

For example, the first heaven-defying evil spirit would initially devour the spirit energy that came in contact with the user's body, helping them grow. As its strength grew, the scope of the spirit energy would expand by itself, and there would be no fixed range.

Looking at the very end, the sheepskin roll had another terrifying conclusion: Evil Spirits that defy the heavens, rarely seen in a thousand years.

After reading through the records of the sheepskin roll, Qin Feng was completely dumbstruck on the spot.

It was already a fact that he was a Rare genius, but this meant that he had a short lifespan.

A heaven-defying evil spirit was something that only happened once every thousand years. This meant that in the countless martial artist, even after a thousand years, it was difficult to find a single person who could do it.

Behind these words, there was practically no one that could survive. As long as one was able to become a Evolutionary Martial Spirit, they would definitely die.

Qin Feng held onto the sheepskin roll, and was completely dumbstruck. He was in a daze, and his heart was unspeakably depressed.

So what if he was the first martial spirit? So what if you're a Rare genius? If he couldn't even preserve his life, then everything would be as intangible as the floating clouds.

However, Qin Feng woke up very quickly.

No matter what kind of martial spirit he was, he would continue to cultivate and become stronger.

It was only because of this that he would have the ability to resist and gain more chances of survival after the fact that he was a Evolutionary Martial Spirit had been seen through and he had been chased for a long time.

Just as Qin Feng was reciting this resolute thought, another strange thing happened.

He could actually clearly feel a strange aura surging from the sheepskin roll, quickly surging into his mind.