After Lian Kui had been in the strong wind for an hour, Kong Ju could clearly feel that the joints of his hands and feet had been torn by the strong wind and had hidden injuries.

Especially the joints of the left arm, because they were holding on to the rock wall tightly, and when the body was dragged by the strong wind, a wound was torn and it could break at any time.

At this time, Lian Kui was still about twenty feet away from Feng Yu Canxi.

Kong Ju did not let it go forward, but turned his head towards Feng Yu Canxi, secretly calculating something.

The remaining breath of the wind feather was not static, but was swimming in that area like a fish in the water.

When Han Honghua saw the puppeteer's movements, she immediately understood the latter's thoughts.

"He wants it!" There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he just uttered two words.

At the same time, Feng Yu's remaining breath had already wandered over, less than ten feet away from the puppet refining site.

"Now!" In an instant.

Kong Qi gave the order using his spiritual sense.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Lian Kui loosened his hands and kicked his legs towards the rock wall of the tiankeng.

Boom! The rock wall exploded under the force.

The puppet refining team used the power of the strong wind to shoot towards the remaining breath of Feng Yu.

His landing point was carefully calculated by Kong Ju, and it was exactly right, just enough to embrace Feng Yu Canxi in his arms.

In an instant, cold spiritual power burst out, forming a spiritual power cage that wrapped up Feng Yu's remaining breath.

He succeeded.

But the howling gale was merciless.

The moment he just got the remaining breath of Feng Yu.

Whoosh! The strong wind pressure directly swept his entire body into the sky.

It flew higher and higher under everyone's gaze, and finally only a black dot was seen.

"He's finished!" Looking at the black figure that was carried high into the sky by the strong wind, this thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

Among them was Han Honghua, who watched the figure drifting further and further away, and said to Kong Ju in a rather sad tone: "My condolences!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Honghua felt Kong Ju, who was standing next to her, suddenly shoot out.

Judging from the direction he left, he was heading towards the place where his brother Xie Guangxi was caught in the strong wind.

Han Honghua immediately understood Kong Ju's idea and tried to stop him: "It's useless, it's too high. Even if he can catch it, his internal organs will be shattered."

However, Kong Ju seemed not to have heard it, and his speed became faster and faster, even exceeding the strength of the fifth level of Yanglun that he had revealed.

In just a few breaths, they were already five or six hundred feet away.

At the same time, Han Honghua and countless other eyes saw the black figure falling down due to the weakening of the strong wind.

The place where it landed happened to be the area where Kong Jue was staying.

Whoosh! Liangui fell faster and faster, crashing to the ground like a meteorite.

Just when he was about to touch the earth.

Splash! A large curtain of water suddenly spurted out from the gourd on Kong Ju's waist, forming a cushion-like shape in the air.

Bang! The puppet smashed into the water cushion.

The powerful force directly exploded the water cushion.

But it has to be said that it did reduce a lot of the impact.

The black-clad figure finally crashed to the ground at a speed barely enough to survive.

A deep pit was smashed into the ground, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye spread out.

"Is he still alive?" Han Honghua was not sure at this moment.

Until Kong Ju, who was standing on the edge of the pit, jumped in, helped up the figure in black, and walked out slowly.

There was horror on everyone's face.

“You can survive this!”

It is alive, but its condition is not very good. There are serious tear marks on its arms, and its thighs have been severely deformed when it fell.

Only Kong Ju knows all this.

To outsiders, Lian Kui only had a lame leg and could still barely stand.

This is already exaggerated.

Even those on the Hidden Dragon List wouldn't dare to say they could escape unscathed after falling from that height.

"He's a ruthless person!"

"He's a guy who values ​​money over life."

"Although Feng Yu Can Xi is precious, it is only ranked outside the top 300 in terms of character after all. It is not worth taking such a risk."

…

Looking at the figure in black, everyone labeled him as someone who valued money over life.

At the same time, many people put away their greedy thoughts about the remaining breath of Feng Yu in the hands of the man in black.

To be able to survive at that altitude, one must be a physical cultivator at least at the eighth level of Yanglun.

What's more, someone who is so cruel to himself must be even more crazy towards his enemies.

"You two brothers are really..." Han Honghua also came over at this time, and hesitated to say something to Kong Ju and Lian Kui. Finally, she gave a thumbs up and laughed, "It's just to my taste!"

The acquisition of Feng Yu's remaining breath was just a small episode.

But everyone who stayed around the tiankeng knew one thing.

Han Honghua, who is ranked 29th on the Hidden Dragon List, is followed by a ruthless man who is also a physical cultivator.

Although he doesn't have the strength to be included in the Hidden Dragon List, he is so ruthless that even those on the Hidden Dragon List have to take a second look at him.

It seemed that the performance of the puppet refining was too eye-catching. During the time that Kong Ju was active in the tiankeng, he could always feel the strange gazes from people around him.

Of course Kong Jue doesn't care.

However, the extent of the damage to the puppet gave Kong Ju a headache.

Low-level puppets are not like mid-level puppets that can repair themselves automatically. The damage on its arms and thighs has seriously affected its combat effectiveness.

Fortunately, the energy formation for refining puppets is dominated by his frost and snow spirit power.

Although Kong Ju was unable to repair the damaged parts of his body, he was able to freeze the damaged parts with the power of the frost and snow spirits, using the black ice as a bond to connect the joints.

Although the combat effectiveness was slightly damaged, at least 70% to 80% was retained, which was a blessing in disguise.

"But it's all worth it. Even if this low-level puppet is completely damaged, it's a profit in exchange for a remnant of Feng Yu." In the leeward place not far from the tiankeng.

Kong Ju dug out a space on the mountain wall, holding the remaining breath of Feng Yu in his hand, with a smile on his face.

Feng Yu's remaining breath was bound inside the ice ball formed by his frost spiritual power, and he was not worried that its power would seep out and damage the storage bag.

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At the same time, Lian Kui was standing opposite him.

The joints of his arms and legs were covered with crystal black ice, and occasionally a cold aura emanated from it.

But this bit of coldness was almost negligible to Kong Jue.

"I just don't know when the strong wind from that tiankeng will stop." Kong Ju muttered to himself in a slightly helpless voice.

Today is his fifth day in this tiankeng.

The strong wind gushing out of the tiankeng never stops day and night.

Kong Ju had already roughly judged the strength of that strong wind after testing it through puppet refining.

With that kind of wind, even Han Honghua wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

No wonder the monks around were reluctant to go down.

Fortunately, Kong Ju has not been idle these days. In addition to practicing every day, he has been wandering around the tiankeng and has collected some spiritual medicines. Although the quality is not high, it is better than nothing.

It was already late outside.

Just when Kong Qi was thinking that today might be another wasted day.

Outside the cave, Han Honghua's clear voice suddenly came to mind: "Xie Guangan, the strength of the strong wind seems to be weakening, and the surrounding cultivators are rushing over. Do you want to go and take a look?"

After spending a few days together, Kong Ju and Han Honghua gradually became familiar with each other.

This straightforward woman was not used to addressing others as fellow Taoists, so she simply called them by their pseudonym Kong Ju.

"Really?" Kong Ju's eyes lit up. There was no reason not to go.

Hearing Han Honghua's voice, Gang hurriedly led the puppet out of the cave, kicked away the covering rocks, and shouted, "Come on, Sister Hua, let's go take a look."

When Kong Ju, Han Honghua and Lian Kui walked to the tiankeng.

The area around the tiankeng had already been surrounded by monks who had rushed over.

From a distance, Kong Ji could feel that the wind blowing on the earth was significantly weaker than usual.

Moreover, there is a trend of weakening.

"It seems that it won't be long before the strong wind stops." Kong Ju looked at the dark sinkhole with fiery eyes.

The entrance to the Xihuang Small Blessed Land is most likely under this tiankeng.

But after seeing the crowd of monks around, Kong Ju pursed his lips again and felt a headache.

This opportunity may be harder to obtain than the previous ones.

Because this time he has competitors again, and there are quite a few of them.

"Are you ready?" The strength and courage shown before refining the puppet were recognized by Han Honghua.

Before speaking, she took a special look at Lian Kui, as if asking about his injuries.

After all, the monks outside seem to be peaceful, that's because their respective interests are not involved.

Once the opportunity arises, a fight is inevitable.

Lian Kui's head, hidden under the bamboo hat, nodded slightly, and was controlled by Kong Ju to respond, "It's almost healed."

"Okay, you didn't embarrass us physical trainers." Han Honghua gave a thumbs up and then looked at Xing Kong Jue.

"You'd better stay close to me and your elder brother. The seventh level of Yanglun is more than enough to protect itself, but it will still be dangerous if you get into a melee."

Even though Kong Ju had already told Han Honghua his true strength.

But in the latter's view, it is still a bit low.

After all, Han Honghua is a real person with the strength of the ninth level of Yanglun.

Therefore, Kong Ju did not say much, but just nodded silently.

Under the leadership of Han Honghua, Kong Ju and his team were able to gain a good position.

Those who refused to give up their seats were slapped away by Han Honghua. This is the deterrent power of No. 29 on the Hidden Dragon List.

Kong Ju and the others didn't have to wait long.

About an hour.

The moment the strong wind gushing out of the tiankeng weakened to a level that was almost resistible.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Countless monks who had been waiting at the edge of the tiankeng for a long time almost jumped towards the bottom of the tiankeng at the same time.

"Go!" Kong Ju only heard a roar from Han Honghua beside him.

She rushed out before the crowd.

Kong Ju also led the puppet refining, following closely behind Han Honghua, and jumped into the tiankeng.

From a distance, the densely packed figures looked like ants, rapidly crawling along the rock wall of the tiankeng towards the abyss below.

(End of this chapter)