Villain: At the beginning, my beautiful master molested me!

"Come on, Lin Feng, I want to see if you have the ability."

Jingwu and Lin Feng came to an open space in front of the auction house, and they were surrounded by the crowd.

There were not only people who had just come out of the auction house, but also many who were about to attend the auction to join in the fun.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and a faint red glow began to appear on his body.

The faint light was like a firefly, surrounding Lin Feng's whole body, and became brighter and brighter with every breath.

“Nine Yang Divine Art, it’s actually the Nine Yang Divine Art that has long been lost.” An old man in the crowd exclaimed.

Although some passers-by did not understand what the Nine Yang Divine Art was, they also looked at Lin Feng in surprise.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Feng carefully.

"It is rumored that this technique has eight levels, and each level corresponds to a different part of the body."

"The first level is the fist, the second level is the foot, and the third level is the eye."

"The skills after this are extremely difficult, and I haven't seen anyone who can practice them yet."

Having said this, the old man paused and stared at Lin Feng as if he had seen something rare.

He looked even more carefully than before, as if he wanted to study Lin Feng thoroughly from head to toe with his eyes.

Lin Feng looked at the old man in surprise. It was rare to find someone who knew the Nine Yang Divine Art these days.

The Nine Yang Divine Art is a unique technique left behind by a powerful man with fire spiritual roots who ascended to heaven ten thousand years ago.

Although Lin Feng also has spiritual roots that can be used for cultivation, these spiritual roots are not very suitable for the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Although he has a very yang body, his spiritual roots do not have the ability to perform fire-attributed exercises. Even Lin Feng himself does not know why this is the case.

"What are you talking about, old man? Are you going to let us fight?" Jingwu said impatiently.

The old man was not angry at all when he saw that he was offended, he just smiled and said.

"Alright, alright, I won't say any more."

Seeing that the old man was so sensible, Jingwu naturally didn't say anything else and began to circulate the spiritual power around his body.

However, his spiritual power did not flow outward, but instead flowed inward, circling around his dantian.

To outsiders, it seemed that he did not have any spiritual power at all.

"Give me your life!" Jingwu shouted angrily and punched Lin Feng.

Lin Feng saw his movements, but had no time to react. When he was about to raise his foot to dodge, a punch hit him in the abdomen.

His face changed after being hit by the punch, and his brows were furrowed in pain.

He did not underestimate the power of this punch, but after taking the punch he felt the strength of Jingwu's body as expected.

He tried his best to steady his body with his feet, but Jingwu would not let him do so.

Seeing the fist hit, Jingwu began to exert force with his legs.

The tremendous brute force caused Lin Feng's stomach to ache as if a python had drilled into it.

Even after using the Nine Yang Magic Art, his feet were not half as strong as Jingwu's.

"Get out of my way!" Jingwu's face suddenly changed and he shouted at the crowd.

Following Jingwu's roar, the onlookers quickly made way for him, and Jingwu smashed Lin Feng into the stone wall.

The stone wall was not shattered, Jingwu seemed to have retracted his strength, but Lin Feng was still hit and stuck in the wall.

Everyone looked at Lin Feng in horror, who was in such a miserable state. They seemed to have not expected that the Nine Yang Divine Art, which was praised by the old man, would be so vulnerable.

But the old man was not at all flustered, as if he had known all this for a long time.

"What exactly is going on?"

Jingwu, who knocked Lin Feng away, looked painful instead.

He looked at the fist that had hit Lin Feng's abdomen just now. The knuckles of the fist had turned into charcoal.

His flesh was burned by the high temperature, and his blood was also burned to a charred black.

His four fingers were burned by an unknown flame and stuck together. If he tried to open his fingers, he would tear off the flesh that was stuck together.

"His body was like the magma in a volcano. The moment I touched his body, I felt like I was melting."

"If I hadn't thrown him out immediately, I'm afraid I wouldn't have this hand anymore."

Jingwu couldn't help but look at Lin Feng with a hint of fear in his eyes. This man was simply the nemesis of physical cultivators.

But fortunately, at least he can use the healing pill to restore his right hand.

Jingwu hurriedly took out a medium-grade healing pill from his storage bag and stuffed it into his mouth, but after eating it, he felt more and more wrong.

As the healing pill entered his stomach, his body felt waves of warmth.

But nothing happened after the warmth, and his right hand was still covered in bloody and rotten flesh.

"Why aren't my wounds healing? What's going on?"

Jingwu looked at his right hand and found that his wound had not healed at all.

"Is there something wrong with the healing pill?"

Jingwu took out another medium-grade healing pill from his storage bag and took it again after making sure there was no problem.

But this time, there was still no change after he ate it.

His body became slightly warmer due to the healing effect of the pill, but his fingers still showed no signs of healing.

"Impossible, how could the healing pill be ineffective?"

Jingwu looked at the wound on his right hand in confusion. At this moment, Lin Feng beside the wall finally broke free.

He stood up again, twisted his neck, and stretched his body vigorously.

Lin Feng stood there and stared at Jingwu, the strange mask once again solidified into a smiling face.

Jingwu suddenly had a thought, could it be Lin Feng's doing?

The healing pill did not lose its effect, but Lin Feng made the wound unhealable?

Jingwu recalled that he had just clearly felt the warm feeling brought by the healing pill.

So as soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately became certain.

The trace of fear just now condensed into infinite fear at this moment, instantly occupying Jingwu's mind.

He looked at Lin Feng and saw that Lin Feng's mask was deformed due to distortion.

The marks of beating on his body not only did not make him look ordinary, but instead added a sense of evil for no reason.

"Evil cultivator!" This was the first thought that popped into everyone's mind.

Although there are many monks who use fire magic, there are not many who look as eerie and terrifying as him.

Moreover, there have been recent rumors that a black-robed man who practices fire magic committed crimes in the inn.

Jingwu stared at Chen Yu intently and slowly took a few steps back.

Everyone subconsciously thought that Jingwu was going to escape, but they never expected that he took out a piece of fine cloth from his storage bag.

He skillfully used his left hand to bandage the wound on his right hand; it seemed like he was already accustomed to this action.

His eyes were always fixed on Lin Feng, and his left hand bandaged his right hand methodically.

"Come again! Let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Jingwu clenched his left hand into a fist and shouted loudly at Lin Feng bravely.