They looked at Song Yuhan sitting on the ice bed, and died with a faint smile, as if they were having an invincible dream, and the smile on their faces seemed to exude a look of contempt.

Leng Fei sighed: "After all, I haven't been able to pass this level!"

"Senior Brother Song is a genius, it's a pity." Li Qingdi said lightly.

She glanced at Leng Fei.

Leng Fei said: "Senior Fan, two seniors, can my Tianlei Sword fall into the cold pond?"

"It must have fallen in." Fan Luhua said: "I didn't see it anyway."

Leng Fei looked at her.

Fan Luhua said angrily: "Can we still be greedy for your Heavenly Thunder Sword? It's just an ordinary sword!"

Leng Fei smiled and said, "I believe in Senior Fan. What I am worried about is that it is so coincidental that it will be bad if it falls on Mr. Song and affects him."

"No such coincidence!" Fan Luhua said coldly: "I have seen him, but I don't have a flying knife. Let's go now."

Leng Fei said: "I ask for punishment!"

Fan Luhua looked at him sideways, thinking that he was pretending to be hypocritical.

Leng Fei said in a deep voice: "I have a responsibility for the death of Mr. Song. I really can't bear it. I can't calm my heart without self-punishment!"

"Are you crazy?!" Yang Ruobing scolded.

"How do you punish yourself?" Fan Luhua snorted.

Leng Fei said: "I want to stay here for an hour."

"Leng Fei," Li Qingdi shook his head and said, "Stay here for an hour, and you will die or live."

Leng Fei smiled and said, "Aren't there three living people in a hundred years?"

"That's a Qi training man, but a master of Qi training is not enough." Li Qingdi shook his head: "Not just one hour, you can't stay even for a quarter of an hour."

"The punishment for masters of stamina here is for a quarter of an hour." Fan Luhua said: "Just staying for a quarter of an hour can avoid death."

"Then it'll take a quarter of an hour." Leng Fei said.

Fan Luhua frowned: "No."

Leng Fei said: "Senior Fan, I ask for punishment. What's wrong with this? It's not forced by you Mingyuexuan."

Fan Luhua said: "If you have something to do, it's our responsibility!"

Leng Fei looked at Yang Ruobing: "Young Palace Master is a testimony."

Yang Ruobing shook his head: "I don't agree."

"Young Palace Master!" Leng Fei said: "This Young Master Song died so much. Although he was responsible for his own fault, we can't be without any explanation, right?"

Yang Ruobing said: "Stop messing around, we should return to the palace."

Li Qingdi thought to himself: "For this, there is no need for a quarter of an hour. A tea cup is enough for you to suffer and not die. I will be here."

"...well," said Fan Luhua.

She looked at the two middle-aged men: "Two senior brothers, let's take Song Yuhan up and let them mess around here!"

"Okay." The two middle-aged men nodded.

Fan Luhua was in front, and the two of them helped Song Yuhan's body up behind. The four of them rushed up and left the Snowing Pond.

Zhang Tianpeng came up and said, "Uncle Fan, where are Brother Leng and others?"

"He wants to punish himself. Stay in a tea cup below. You should go back and go back. There is no fun to watch." Fan Luhua said coldly.

Her eyes swept everyone away.

Everyone shivered and quickly turned their eyes to Song Yuhan who turned into an ice sculpture, showing a sad look.

Song Yuhan is usually taciturn and handsome, and is quite popular with everyone. Unexpectedly, this cruel conspiracy suddenly came out, but failed to succeed and exposed it, which eventually hurts him.

Zhang Tianpeng never doubted Leng Fei's decision and sighed: "Brother Leng is such a kind and righteous person."

Everyone glared at him.

Zhao Qinghe pulled his sleeve, and Zhang Tianpeng shut up in disappointment.

The two of them were waiting by the edge of the Sweet Pond, and the rest scattered. Staying underneath with a cup of tea would not kill anyone, and there was nothing to see.

They especially don’t want to see Leng Fei’s face, they are particularly annoying and make them uncomfortable.

Leng Fei stood by the Han Pond, motionlessly posing as the Nine Dragon Locking Heaven Art. Yang Ruobing felt it was inexplicable, but he didn't say much.

Li Qingdi shook her head.

She saw the clues that Leng Fei’s self-punishment is false and practicing qigong is true. It seems that the cold air will help the practice of the Nine Dragon Locking Heavenly Art.

Although she has seen the secret of the Nine Dragon Locking Heaven Art, she has never practiced it. She has the Tianxin Yingyue Divine Art, but she cannot practice the Nine Dragon Locking Heaven Art.

However, judging from the achievements of Leng Fei’s cultivation, the power is indeed amazing, but there is also a major disadvantage, it is difficult to enter the Qi training man.

Leng Fei has reached this level and cannot enter the Qi training man. It is obviously not because of his physical condition. He has taken a lot of marrow washing pills, which is caused by this Nine Dragon Locking Heaven Art.

Leng Fei remained motionless, like a statue, and felt a stream of cold air constantly penetrated into his internal organs, trying to freeze himself, and his feet kept pouring into the power of the earth.

After the two were combined, the cold air instantly turned into flames.

He was in pain, like a piece of iron in a furnace, melted and tempered by flames, gradually removing impurities.

It is also like a phoenix, reborn in the flames.

He gradually felt unable to bear it, so he had a sudden inspiration and turned into a dragon.

Time flies, and a cup of tea time passes.

His body was red, like a cooked prawn.

The two women stood by the cold pond and were originally under the invasion of cold air, but soon they could not feel the invasion of cold air.

When I opened my eyes, all the cold air surged towards Leng Fei.

The cold body is not only not cold, but it is as hot as the sun. The cold air enters like a moth to the fire, which cannot change its burning heat.

They stood beside him and felt the scorching sun.

Li Qingdi and Yang Ruobing looked at each other for no reason.

"Brother Leng?" Zhang Tianpeng's voice came.

Li Qingdi jumped lightly, floated up, and walked out of the cave and landed in front of Zhang Tianpeng and Zhao Qinghe.

"Little junior sister, I'm Leng Fei-?" Zhao Qinghe asked in front of Zhang Tianpeng, afraid that he would say the wrong thing again.

Li Qingdi said: "He is fine, don't worry."

"A cup of tea has arrived, it doesn't matter?" Zhang Tianpeng said worriedly: "He is practicing strength, no matter how strong he is, he will practice strength."

Zhao Qinghe glanced at him: "Young junior sister will still be unable to make Leng Fei!"

Zhang Tianpeng laughed twice and shook his head.

Li Qingdi said: "He is practicing martial arts, so it is not advisable to disturb him. You can leave first, and he will come out before looking for you."

"Forget it, let's wait here." Zhang Tianpeng said: "I can't feel at ease when I go back, so it's better to stay here."

"...It's good." Li Qingdi no longer forced herself and jumped down.

Leng Fei's voice sounded: "Brother Zhang, you guys go back first!"

"It's good that we're here." Zhang Tianpeng said: "It doesn't matter, right?"

"It is not advisable to stay in an ominous place for a long time, go back and wait for me." Leng Fei said loudly: "I'll come to find you soon."

"...Okay." Zhang Tianpeng said.

He and Zhao Qinghe left.

Leng Feishu breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you worried about?" Li Qingdi frowned and looked at him.

Leng Fei said: "Where is Mr. Song's master?"

"Master Cheng has something to do and has not come back." Li Qingdi said.

Leng Fei sighed, "I'm afraid he's coming back soon."

"Then why don't you leave now!" Yang Ruobing said.

Leng Fei said: "Let's go soon."

As he spoke, his face was still red as if he was drunk, and his whole body was filled with a burning breath, as if he wanted to melt the ice bed next to him.

"Bang!" A thunder suddenly sounded from his body.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." The continuous thunder sounded, and the heat in his body weakened with each thunder.
Chapter completed!