Chen Feng imitated the voice of the God of Sword and kept coming into Song Qianliu's ears.

Song Qianliu couldn't help but feel excited on his face. He hurriedly said, "Senior, I can do it, I will definitely do it."

"In the future, if I had not been in danger of life, I would never have inspired this sword box."

After his words fell.

Chen Feng continued: "You cannot be known to anyone for the time being when you get this sword box. As the saying goes, you must be defensive. Even if you are the person closest to you, it will often harm you."

"Only when you are forced to inspire this sword box in the future, will this sword box appear in everyone's sight."

"Believe me, at that time, you will definitely make a big splash with this sword box."

Song Qianliu nodded and said, "Senior, I swear here with my cultivation heart that I will never tell anyone about the matter of obtaining this sword box before it is stimulated."

Chen Feng was afraid that others would see that the sword box was just a urinal, so he said this.

He could see that relying on Song Qianliu himself, he would definitely not be able to discover the real secret in this sword box.

"Okay, you can put away this sword box." Chen Feng said calmly in imitating the voice of the God of Sword.

Song Qianliu took a deep breath, completely ignoring the stench inhaled into his nose, and walked to the urinary shaped scepter with great excitement.

He held the sword box in his arms. Although it was cleaned up by Chen Feng on the surface, there was still a faint smell on it.

"This is where my monsters stay, so some smell will inevitably occur on the sword box."

"The monster that had been following me back then has died here, but some of its descendants are now in the second level and some are in the third level."

"Did you see that septic tank?"

"You can take away some of my monsters as much as possible. My monsters have been rampant in the second level and the third level."

"There is a smell in its feces that others cannot feel. If you enter a place where monsters are rampant, then holding its feces in your hands should help you avoid many dangers."

"Of course, once this feces leave here, its effects will be lost over time, but it should be enough to support some days."

Chen Feng was completely playing with Song Qianliu as a clown.

Upon hearing this, Song Qianliu put the sword box urinary into the soul ring and then looked at the septic tank. Although there was a disgusting look in his eyes, if this septic really had this effect, then it would definitely be a rare treasure of heaven and earth.

He believed that the God of Sword would never talk nonsense, and now he is the heir to the God of Sword inheritance.

After thinking for a few seconds.

Song Qianliu walked towards the septic tank. He believed in the words of the God of Sword. After coming to the septic tank, the rich stench rushed straight into his nose, and he almost vomited.

"Boy, the path of cultivation is full of many difficulties."

"Only by being firm in one's mind can we reach the peak of the road of cultivation. If you feel nauseous and nauseous, then I can send you out now."

Chen Feng imitated the voice of the God of Sword and slowly echoed in the air.

At this moment, Song Qianliu gritted her teeth tightly, and a firm expression appeared on her face, saying, "Senior, I will not let you down. This is an opportunity for me. My mind is indeed not firm enough now."

Between talking.

Song Qianliu reached into the septic tank with bare hands.

Chen Feng, who was in the hidden inscription array, almost suffered internal injuries because he resisted the urge to laugh wildly. He said, "Remember, only my heirs can use this kind of feces. Even if others hold it, it will not have any effect."

"How much you can get depends on your own determination."

After being encouraged continuously.

Song Qianliu was completely willing to go out, constantly taking out piles of feces and then putting them into his soul ring. Of course, the feces here were stored for too long and too much. The extreme stench made him feel dizzy.

Of course, while collecting feces, Song Qianliu was vomiting. He really couldn't stand the odor, but he was persevering with his perseverance. He vowed that he must insist on doing it until the end, and that he must make the senior of the God of Sword look at him with admiration.

As time goes by minute by minute.

As the amount in the septic tank became less and less, Song Qianliu simply jumped in and wanted to collect all the goods in the septic tank.

After a while.

The entire septic tank finally came to an end.

Song Qianliu hurriedly jumped out of it, lying on the ground and vomited again. He was about to vomit all the bile he vomited now.

"Yes, you have great potential!"

"I believe you, as long as you continue on the kendo path, one day you will be able to surpass me."

"Next, close your eyes and wait until I let you open it."

Chen Feng continued to hold back his smile and said.

Song Qianliu was very obedient when he lay on the ground and vomited. He was now obedient to the so-called God of Swords.

Chen Feng was not worried that Song Qianliu would open his eyes. After he walked out of the arranged hidden inscription array, he immediately came to the stone wall entering here.

Without waiting for him to press his palm against the stone wall.

This stone wall is becoming transparent independently, and it can be judged that the mystery in this inherited place is gradually losing.

It seems that there is no need to inject the mysterious aura of the sword god. Chen Feng looked at the stone wall that became transparent on his own. He directly flew out of the secret room and said, "You can open your eyes. The future path depends on you."

After Chen Feng flew out of the secret room, he burst out his fastest speed.

After hearing the sound, Song Qianliu opened his eyes. When he saw the exit appear, he walked to the passage outside without hesitation.

The moment you step out of the secret room.

The power that sealed Song Qianliu's soul disappeared. The Sword King, who was in his soul, immediately felt Song Qianliu, covered in feces. His tone was full of disgust and said, "What's going on? Why are you covered with so much feces? Why was my soul sealed just now?"

Song Qianliu smiled and said, "Master, all of this is the method of senior God of Swords, and the feces on my body are also an opportunity, you don't understand at all."

After saying that, he had no intention of explaining in detail, and the excitement in his heart became more and more intense, as he returned to the previous palace.

The other monks did not leave here either!

Chen Feng had returned to Xiao Yunqing's side. After Song Qianliu arrived, a frown stinking smell faintly spread in the air.
Chapter completed!