Beside Locke, a nearly transparent figure stood straight, like a ghost. He had black hair and dark eyes, a purple robe, and had many dense wrinkles on his face. He looked over fifty years old. There was no energy fluctuation all over his body. If his figure was not transparent, it would be no different from an ordinary person.

"Yan Feng!" Locke opened his eyes and looked at the figure beside him in disbelief. Two words rang out in his heart. The figure in front of him seemed a little older than Yan Feng, but Locke recognized him at first glance.

"Who are you?" Huang Yu looked at the phantom in surprise and asked.

"Hmph" Yan Feng snorted coldly and said, "You don't deserve to know. You dare to use a magician as a pawn. Today I will let you know that the dignity of a magician cannot be violated."

Huang Yu felt very unhappy when he opened his mouth, and he was scolded by the other party. In addition, the other party was about to take action, so he was no longer polite. After taking a few steps, he said, "If you were alive, I might be afraid. However, with your soul like you, it is far from enough to teach me a lesson."

Yan Feng no longer paid attention to Huang Yu's words and said lightly: "I'm optimistic."

As he said that, he didn't see any movement. Huang Yu, who was ten meters away from his body, trembled slightly and fell to the ground. Locke had seen this move. The man named Mo Li died in the Western Desert. But even so, Locke was so shocked that he couldn't speak. After a while, he spoke: "This... what's going on?"

"This is a soul attack, using one's own soul to pierce the other person's soul. There is no need to waste magic when killing such a person!" Yan Feng said.

Lock also learned some of the soul attack from his letter, but he didn't expect that it would be like this, silent. Although he didn't know what level Huang Yu reached, he probably wouldn't be worse than Lin Mu, but being killed like this was shocking.

"Aren't you dead?" Locke suddenly thought, how could Yan Feng die in the Western Desert, how could he appear here?

Yan Feng gave him a blank look and said, "I was injured too much and used the magic of heaven. It had long since disappeared. Now only this soul is left. I can only bend into the Dragon Staff."

"You are not kind, why don't you come out to help me in the staff? I'm sold here and bullied everywhere."

"Hmph, you are not strong and extremely lazy. Although you are extremely talented, if you don't temper it, you will not become a great person in the future. The path to a strong man is not just talent. It is always beneficial to let you suffer more."

"Then why don't you wait for me to be killed before coming out?" Rock said.

[31 Novel Network] Yan Feng turned around and said, "After these days of hardship, I believe you have some insights. Strength in this world is everything! Many times, even if you want to live, you must have enough strength. From today on, you will be my disciple, and I will teach you what I have learned throughout my life. Are you willing to learn?"

Locke was slightly stunned and then said, "I'm willing."

"Huh" Yan Feng sighed lightly and said, "Don't you ask what you have to pay? With your intelligence, you should know that I must have some requirements for accepting you as a disciple."

"I know! No matter what price I pay, I am willing," Locke said solemnly.

"Okay!" Yan Feng's eyes showed a hint of joy. If he felt it was reluctant to entrust everything to Locke in the Western Desert, then he was very satisfied now. The boy in front of him was extremely perseverance, and after being tempered, he had a strong desire for power. He had good talent and was the best candidate for his personal disciple.

"I am in a soul state now, and most of the time I can only bend into the staff. However, I can communicate with you through my soul at any time. You first follow the practice recorded in the note. If you don't understand, ask me." After that, Yan Feng's figure gradually faded.

Lock held the Dragon Staff and looked at the direction he came again. This time, with Teacher Yan Feng, he was more confident. No matter how much the price he paid, he had to come back to this continent as a strong man.

***

After crossing the mountains, a small town appeared in front of Rock. The town covers an area of ​​thousands of meters and is not too big. However, people come and go on the streets crisscross the town, and many shops are located on both sides of the street.

Locke walked on the street and looked around. There were many shops coming and going, with people from different skin colors and races abounding, and there were also many blond and blue-eyed Westerners like him. Locke was surprised why such a small town had so many people gathered.

"This is the sphere of influence of the 'Vulcan Sect'. The Vulcan Sect is the largest weapon refining sect in the southern continent. Merchants from all continents will come here to select weapons and then transport them to various places to sell. Of course, some people come here to refine their own weapons, and there are many weapon refiners here." Just as Locke was puzzled, Yan Feng's voice sounded in his mind.

"This is not like an arsenal," Locke said in his heart. He walked along the street and finally stopped in front of a simple hotel. Although it was the territory of the Fire God Gate, it was too close to the Haoyue Empire. He believed that the five tribes of the Haoyue Empire would not let him go easily. For his own safety, he would choose a remote hotel. Although Yan Feng, a powerful soul, is now following him, Locke vaguely felt that this soul was not that powerful.

The hotel was filled with people, and the tables in the front hall were full of tables. There were many people coming here, but not all rich people. Locke didn't want to stay in this noisy environment. He asked for a room at the front desk and followed the waiter upstairs. After entering the room, he ordered the waiter to send some food!

After eating a full meal, Locke locked the door and returned to the bed, and began to practice. His mind sank into his soul and began to meditate according to the instructions.

This time, Locke finally stepped into the threshold of meditation, and a world full of fog suddenly appeared in his mind. The mist was shrouded in fog and could only barely see half a meter clearly. Locke looked around and finally found a puddle as big as a palm at the bottom of the fog. "What is this?" Locke said in his heart.

"This is your soul. What you see is your soul ocean. As for the liquid-like substance, it is your soul power, also known as mental power." A figure spread out the fog and appeared in front of Locke.

"Why are you here?" Locke was shocked. If this was his soul, how did Yan Feng come in.

"This is a soul mark of me. How can I know how you practice your mental power without coming in?"

"Oh" Locke responded casually, continuing to pay attention to the puddle that was less than the size of a palm in front of him.

"This soul ocean is too big!" Locke said, stretching out his hand to stamp it on the puddle. He was unwilling to believe that this puddle as big as a palm is a soul ocean.

"Hmph, this is just your soul ocean. The soul of a warrior is hundreds of times larger than this," Yan Feng said bluntly.

"It's impossible. The book you left behind does not mean that the magician's mental power is much stronger than the warrior's. I can use fireball skills now, probably a junior magician. How could it be worse than the warrior's mental power?"

"You can cast fireball magic because of the affinity of magic elements and magic spells, not driven by mental power. You must know that as the mental power becomes stronger, the spells will gradually lose their effect. A powerful magician rarely recites spells..."

The more Lock listened, the more shocked he became. According to Yan Feng, magic spells only acted as a means to activate magic power. This is an auxiliary means to cast magic when mental power is lacking. Once the mental power is strong enough, the spell is unnecessary. During a head-on battle, the spell takes a period of time to chant, and the mental power can be achieved instantly.

Lock also learned that not only did he not reach the junior magician, he was not even a magic apprentice. According to his current mental power, he could not absorb magic elements at all and condense magic power. The so-called magic apprentice refers to a person who can absorb magic elements.

This fact hit Locke a lot. He was so white that his face turned pale. His mental power was particularly important to the magician. His mental power was just like this. Others were oceans and lakes, but he was just a puddle as big as a palm. However, Yan Feng's next words made him regain his confidence.

Yan Feng said calmly: "The soul ocean can be developed and cultivated. Although your soul ocean is much worse than ordinary magicians, you have strong willpower, so it is not difficult to develop it?"

"What are you going to do?" Locke asked immediately, his face full of urgency. He didn't want to experience it again after that. He told himself that he must become stronger.
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