Cold Clouds

In a locked training room in Fengyu Tower, Shen Qiufan, covered in bruises, was gasping for breath.

All the injuries on his body were self-inflicted, using many weapons and spells.

"No, it's not that feeling..." Shen Qiufan gradually calmed his breathing, said something without thinking, then took a pill, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

"Hello, senior brother!" Several disciples passing by greeted Shen Qiufan. Shen Qiufan nodded and continued walking in one direction.

Actually, Shen Qiufan could have gone with Luo Fan this time, because as an outstanding disciple he was qualified to accompany the sect master on the trip.

But Shen Qiufan missed it because he was whipping himself in the training room.

Shen Qiufan's injuries began to heal gradually because of the elixir. He walked to the cafeteria, and the chef who served him food didn't even ask him what he wanted to eat. He waited for him to sit in his fixed seat and then brought him half a peach.

This half peach is not simple. It is a fairy peach originating from the upper realm. Although the spiritual power content is less because the peach tree that was originally from the upper realm has drifted to the lower realm, it is still very popular.

Shen Qiufan usually doesn't come to the cafeteria, but when he comes he always asks if there are any fairy peaches, which makes the chef annoyed.

Shen Qiufan took a bite of the peach, closed his eyes and absorbed spiritual energy for a while before opening his mouth again.

"Brother, why is your sleeve torn?" A disciple passing by glanced at Shen Qiufan and asked in confusion.

Shen Qiufan raised his hand and found that his sleeve was torn, then he said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I can fix it later."

After eating the peach, Shen Qiufan walked back to his room, mended his clothes in a few seconds, and then continued to walk into the practice room.

"Do you desire power?" Shen Qiufan had just made a move when he heard a voice. He looked around for a while and put his hands on the mustard bag, ready to take out the double sickles at any time.

"Don't be so vigilant," the voice continued, and black air squeezed out from the gap and then condensed into a black shadow, "I see that your desire for power is different from that of ordinary people, so I came here specifically to find you..."

"I am Cheng Luo from the Black King Palace," the black shadow's voice sounded very old, "everyone in the world calls me 'the old white-bone demon'."

White-bone demon? Shen Qiufan thought about it carefully for a while, and immediately remembered that the guy in the ancient books who had set off a crazy storm of evil cultivators of the Corpse Controlling Ghost Cult a hundred years ago seemed to be the guy in front of him now.

"Heh, the guy who controls the dead, what do you want from me?" Shen Qiufan snorted coldly and stared at Cheng Luo closely.

Cheng Luo laughed: "You want to become stronger, right? I have plenty of ways and means in the Black Palace!"

"Oh?" Shen Qiufan was obviously a little moved, and then he suddenly said, "Then attack me now, with all your strength."

Cheng Luo was stunned for a moment. What was wrong with this guy in front of him? This was the first time he had heard such a request in such a long time.

However, his current shadow is only in the early Nascent Soul stage because his cultivation level is too high and will be detected by the Fengyu Tower formation.

The guy in front of me is in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but his body seems to be very strong. He should not die if he takes my attack. He will probably just be seriously injured.

All right. Cheng Luo licked his lips. To be honest, he hadn't seen blood for so long, and he was itching to have some. This was a perfect opportunity.

"Get ready," Cheng Luo reminded in a pretentious manner, and immediately punched Shen Qiufan in the right chest.

Shen Qiufan trembled all over, blood mist gushed out of his pores, and his eyes were unfocused, but at this moment, a powerful vitality filled his body and lifted him back up.

"That's not the feeling," the half-dead Shen Qiufan took a deep breath, "Please go back."

Cheng Luo frowned. Feeling? What feeling? Is this guy sick?

Well, you are not a big deal.

Cheng Luo made a "tsk" sound and left.

......

Cheng Luo's real body in the Black King's Palace was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground peacefully, but suddenly he jumped up, scaring even the old man Yousha who had just recovered from his injuries.

"What are you doing? You're so startled..." Old Man Yousha said angrily and rolled his eyes at Cheng Luo.

"Damn it, I met a psychopath," Cheng Luo said angrily, "What's the feeling? What's the feeling of beating someone up?"

......

At this moment, Shen Qiufan sighed and recalled that day.

The day when Lin Xiaoxiao hit him in the face with a pill furnace.

That day, he felt something he had never felt before, a pain that was addictive, and since then, he has sparred with many people, even done it himself, but he has never found that feeling.

Even though he prefers men with different sexual tendencies, he is not interested in women.

However, his feelings for Lin Xiaoxiao were not romantic, he just wanted to be beaten by Lin Xiaoxiao.

Shen Qiufan inserted the two sickles into his body and blood flowed out.

This kind of pain is extremely painful and is nothing compared to the one Lin Xiaoxiao felt.

Ah, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps all over my body and my heart is filled with excitement.

My heart is itching!

Shen Qiufan trembled all over, took another pill, and walked out of the training room after his injuries healed.

"Brother, you came out so quickly this time." A disciple from Fengyu Tower spoke in surprise when he saw Shen Qiufan come out so quickly.

"I have something to do at Yunjian Sect," Shen Qiufan rubbed his shoulders, "I'll tell the Sect Master, and remember to tell the Acting Sect Master as well."

"Okay." The disciple nodded, looked at Shen Qiufan's back for a while, and then went about his own business.

Shen Qiufan grabbed his collar and walked towards the Yunjian Sect with an excited heart.

......

At this moment, Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a chill and some cold sweat broke out on her back.

She looked around suddenly, and Luo Xin was not there either. What was going on?

......

At this moment, Song Hanyun suddenly felt something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat, and then he rubbed his chin and began to think.

Hiss... What's wrong? It's always like this lately... Should I go see a doctor? No, isn't Lin Xiaoxiao the best doctor? Just go find her.

Good! Having found a reason to meet Lin Xiaoxiao, Song Hanyun stood up, looking much more energetic, and walked briskly towards Lin Xiaoxiao's courtyard.

......

At this time, Lin Long, who was staying in Medicine King Valley, suddenly woke up. Yan Huan, who was standing beside him, saw him and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"No... I feel," Lin Long, who was still not very fluent in speaking, responded with a frown, "I feel that there is an evil spirit on the way..."

......

After walking for a while, Shen Qiufan was in a good mood because he just met a very cute celebrity and successfully struck up a conversation with her.

Sure enough, it’s not a bad idea to go out for a walk. You can meet a cute boy and get beaten by Lin Xiaoxiao.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiufan revealed a slightly flushed expression that no other disciple of Fengyu Tower had ever seen before, and he exhaled heavy hot air from his mouth.

But immediately he revealed his usual icy face because of his reserve.

Here I come! Happy pain!