[Quick Transmigration] Slag Attack Transformation Strategy

Seeing the pool of blood on his palm, Yan Yuheng was beyond shocked.He got up from the ground, but was kicked hard to the chest again.

Now Yan Yuheng didn't even have the energy to breathe.

"Get away, if you disturb the Prime Minister, you will be rewarded!" The brutish man on the horse yelled before he rode away.

Yan Yuheng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.Seeing his embarrassed appearance, he suddenly burst out laughing.The rough laughter resounded in the wilderness, and slowly turned into whimpering cries.

Yan Yuheng lay down until dark before crawling out of the grass.It was pitch black all around, without even a ghost, Yan Yuheng returned to the original ruined temple.

The pain was severe, even though there was no one around for a mile, Yan Yuheng didn't moan.Even so, he blushed.Because he remembered his old days.

How chic he was in the past, how miserable he is now.

He couldn't help comforting himself that these were temporary and everything would pass, but the cold night, hot body and the humiliation he suffered in the afternoon made his chest almost explode.

"Damn, why are you crying! How depressing!" A cursing voice came from the corner of the dilapidated house.Then several figures stood up.

Yan Yuheng was taken aback. He originally thought that no one would hide here.Yan Yuheng squatted on the ground with his neck curled up, sniffing, "What are you guys doing?"

"What are you doing! Ha!" There were several voices of Bi Bo snapping his fingers in the darkness, and another rough voice came: "Of course I beat you!"

Yan Yuheng counted, and there were actually five people!With his current body, it's fine if he can hit one person.

The fist wind landed on Yan Yuheng's body with a rotten smell. Yan Yuheng had no strength to resist at all, so he could only curl up and cover his head and stomach.

Several people fought for a while, during which Yan Yuheng didn't say much, and the five of them lost their interest, and went back to sleep in the corner.

Yan Yuheng lay there powerlessly, there was not a single spot on his body that did not hurt.But what hurts even more is that his father can't recognize him. If the senior brother is by his side at this time, I'm afraid he won't suffer so much grievance.Thinking of Lin Feng, Yan Yuheng finally felt guilty.Senior brother thought of everything for him, but what did he do?

Slander him, use him, even betray him.

Yan Yuheng's only conscience seemed to be awakened at this moment.

On the second day, Yan Yuheng sneaked out of the broken house before dawn. He was even more downcast than yesterday, so naturally he didn't dare to stop those luxurious carriages like yesterday.But on the way, he met an old man driving an ox cart, Yan Yuheng lied that he had encountered a robber, played a pitiful role, and then got into the carriage.

After entering the city, Yan Yuheng said goodbye to the old man.

He had been with Lin Feng for so long, and he didn't even know the exact location of that house, let alone the name of that other courtyard.

Yan Yuheng was sent to the Fuyao faction since he was a child, and he always has a straight face when he does things. Others are always taken by his aura, so he treats him pretty well.Now that he has fallen to this point, he looks dirty again, not to mention making a smile on his face, even if he stands at someone's door for a while, a basin of dirty water will rain down from the sky.

"Oh, oh, stinky beggar! Stinky beggar!" A few mischievous children circled around Yan Yuheng. Before Yan Yuheng lost his temper, several adults came over and pushed Yan Yuheng aside.

"Tsk tsk, look at what my good apprentice has become now?" Lin Feng stood three feet away from Yan Yuheng, with a look of disgust on his face.

Yan Yuheng almost exploded in anger, he picked up a stone and threw it hard.

Lin Feng didn't move, but the corners of his mouth curled up into a beautiful arc.The stone passed through Lin Feng's body and fell to the ground.

Yan Yuheng: "..."

The hairs on Yan Yuheng's body stood on end. He had met many kinds of cultivators in his life, but he had never encountered a ghost cultivator.

"Are you a ghost cultivator?"

"No and no, if your master and I are ghost cultivators, my dear disciple, do you think you can still stand here intact?" Lin Feng paced and took a step forward.

Yan Yuheng took a step back and asked timidly, "What are you going to do again?"

Lin Feng frowned and said, "You forgot the agreement between us?"

Yan Yuheng's heart was beating wildly, and he cried out: "You threw me so far, and I have no cultivation..."

Lin Feng slapped Yan Yuheng across the air, and reprimanded: "Excuse me! It's obviously you who delayed the time and made me wait."

Yan Yuheng's left side of his face was numb from this slap, and he spat bloody saliva on the ground, "Are you following me?"

Lin Feng expressed disdain, with an expression on his face that you still need to follow.

Like a dead pig, Yan Yuheng found a corner and sat down, and said to the 'master' who followed him, "I really have no choice."

"Why didn't you ask me, your master?" Lin Fengxie said with a smile, "Don't forget where I brought you out."

"You?" Yan Yuheng snorted, "Sorry, I don't want to know now."

Lin Feng smiled instead of anger, he slowly raised one hand, and drew an unknown spell in the air, Yan Yuheng looked at the familiar technique, deeply regretted in his heart, but suddenly found that he was speechless .

Cone Heart Curse!

The pain came instantly as expected, Yan Yuheng grabbed his left chest, but he couldn't even groan in pain.

He wouldn't just die like this.Yan Yuheng thought so in his heart, and then he smiled wryly, where in this world is there anyone who is killed by the Heart Cone Curse?

He curled up on the dirty ground, and finally couldn't help but mouth to Lin Feng, I want to know.

A satisfied smile appeared on Lin Feng's face.

At this moment, suddenly there was an angry shout in the air: "Who hurt my junior brother!"

Yan Yuheng raised his head, and unexpectedly found that his senior brother was coming towards him with a sword.

"Oh, the beauty is here." Lin Feng smiled interestingly, "But I can't think that the beauty has a bad impression on me, then, I will wait for you, apprentice." After Lin Feng finished speaking, his feet teleported, disappeared.

Yan Yuheng was lying on the ground, watching his senior brother jump off the sword, and hurried over.

"Brother..."

"Yuheng, cheer up!"

Yan Yuheng wanted to stand up, but he didn't have any strength in his body. He greedily inhaled the fragrance from his senior brother, and slowly closed his eyes.