"Long Qingfeng, you hurt us!" The refining pharmacists widened their eyes. If the gaze can kill, at this moment, Long Qingfeng has been smashed by them.

"One will make a lot of bones, and the dedication of you, I will remember that your family will be well-fed in the future." Long Qingfeng's cold eyes glanced over them.

From the beginning, he went to Bodhi for this purpose. In order to let these refining pharmacists come here with willingness, it was a lot of thought.

Of course, the most crucial thing is to thank Mei deputy tower master.

"Dragon Green Maple! Don't be small! We are not as simple as the one you think!" The old man in the early days of a mysterious spirit has blood in his eyes. In his palm, there is already a fire.

Long Qingfeng snorted in the mouth, and the threat to this person was quite disdainful. "Yes, you want to kill me, you can try it."

"Looking for death!"

The old man felt the contempt from Long Qingfeng. In the desperate situation, he had forgotten the fear. The palm of his hand suddenly rushed, and he was going to make a move.

The palms have been lifted up, and the palms of the mind are gathered together, and the mysterious spirits are coming out.

However, the next moment his figure was dead there, with an unbelievable gaze in his eyes, looking at his palm in surprise, and the standing figure in front.

"You, what did you do to me!" The old man looked at the dragon-green maple with his palms raised, and there was a bit of fear in his voice.

Long Qingfeng stood there, his palms slightly raised on his side, at his fingertips, coiled with a black and red spiritual power, black and red blended together, as if eroding each other, and it seems that this is one.

On the other side, Li Chen also saw the movement of Long Qingfeng's fingertips, and the eyes flashed a touch of surprise.

From the tip of Long Qingfeng, it is not the expected spiritual fluctuation, but an extremely powerful mental power!

The strength of the spirit is stronger than your own!

This is beyond the expectations of Li Chen.

Long Qingfeng played with the black and red spirit, and looked at the old man with a slightly playful look. "I didn't want to break your dreams, but you don't give me a face, you can't blame me, you think, What is the pill that was taken before, and what is the growth of the remedy?"

As soon as this was said, the hundreds of refining pharmacists, including Mei Baoze, suddenly changed their faces.

Not long ago, they thought about whether they could get another black pill from Long Qingfeng to help them go further in refining.

Now, listening to Long Qingfeng, they suddenly feel that the abdomen is cold, and there is a layer of cold sweat on the back.

"I, my body, Long Qingfeng! What have you done to me!" Another younger pharmacist wanted to sneak aside from the side of Long Qingfeng.

His thoughts have just risen, only to find that his body is gone!

Except for blinking, breathing, and speaking, no part of the neck is under his control, as if he had been cast a spell.

What followed was that everyone's face became embarrassing, and their bodies were controlled by an inexplicable force, which could not be done with a single finger.

Like the fish on the chopping board, let's be a knife.

Long Qingfeng's cold eyes fell on the old man who was the first to do it. As his fingertips trembled a little, the huge spiritual power of the old man's palm was smashed.