Night Feather thought about it, or left the space and took a medicinal herb on the bedside.

The doubts in the heart are solved, and the night feathers can also enter the meditation with peace of mind.

When the night feathers blinked again, it was the next morning.

There was no news from Shi Qing. According to the estimation of the night feathers, Shi Qing’s body was not much better than himself. Now Yu Yuhan finally understands why the **** thunder is going to be divided into three games, and the time interval is ten days.

Such a powerful physical overdraft, no five or six days to recover, but this is still the case with medicinal herbs, if there is no remedy, it is difficult to fully recover in ten days.

Time passed, the fifth morning.

Shi Qing visited the small courtyard of the valley and his injuries have fully recovered.

"I don't practice today, you two sit down and exchange experiences." Lao Lai personally poured tea on them.

Sun Anpeng on the side smiled, "You two talents are different, the night girl attack is changeable, the body is flexible, can make some modifications to the tricks of me and Lao Lai, the blood wolf is more fierce, and the old Lai is suitable for you. The second blood mine will be opened in five days. What do you two have?"

"If the hard touch is hard, when the seal is applied, it is absolutely impossible to compete against the three thousand people."

Shi Qing nodded on the side, both of them are Huang Ling's realm, but the slaves' martial arts are weird. They should be a collective practice of special exercises. Every time they collide, they must consume spiritual power.

There is nothing once or twice, if you fight thousands of times, the spiritual power is huge.

"What are you going to do next time?" Lao Lai bowed his head for tea.

The night feathers and Shi Qing look at each other and spit out a word.

"Escape."

Lao Lai smiled and said: "You two are not stupid. Remember, the second game will be fleeing from the beginning, first retaining strength."

The two nodded and wrote down, they already had some feelings about the blood mine.

In the afternoon, the two rested for a long time. The next day, the two resumed training.

However, this training is no longer a practice, but an escape training with the help of two mysterious powers.

Lao Lai is responsible for Shi Qing, Sun Anpeng is responsible for the night feathers, and the two old men each condense thousands of spiritual shots.

The training mission of Night Feather and Shi Qing is to prevent these spiritual forces from hitting themselves.

Four days passed, and the two men’s understanding of the blood-thundering method was improved.

On the tenth morning, the second blood mine began as scheduled.

It is worth mentioning that the number of people participating in the second blood mine has been reduced from the first ten to eight, and two people are killed.

Boom!

The night feathers hang down on the side of the field, opposite the night feathers, black pressure on a wall, countless shirtless men, these people flashing bloodthirsty light.

"The **** thunder, the second, start!"

"kill!"

Hundreds of slaves took the lead in charge, and the snoring sounds in the mouth had formed a wave of air. The night feathers were cold and lifted, and the next figure fluttered.

Puff puff.

The night feathers shuttled through the crowd, and the soul-splitting blade smashed out in the hands. The strange thing is that the soul-splitting blade rarely collides with the weapons in the hands of the slaves.

An hour later, there were three hundred dead bodies on the ground.

For the total number of 3,000 people, three hundred is only a small number, but for the night feathers, this is a breakthrough.

When the first night feathers killed 300 people, the body had already consumed 30% of the spiritual power. Now... not enough.

Hey!

At the cost of paying more than a hundred people, the slaves formed a tacit understanding, no longer single slashing. Each attack was stabbed with several swords at the same time, and the pressure of the night feathers suddenly increased.

Ding!

A crisp sound, night feathers just thought of the left hand, feel the back of the people's wind, directly dark, purple shadow!