MTL - All Chat Members Are Me-Chapter 402

I still owe you four chapters

The five hundred and fortieth chapters of Ito Lingfeng's memory (plus more)

The scenery in front of this Sword Immortal Lingfeng suddenly changed.

Still the big red truck.

It rushed out with a fast speed and hit Ling Feng directly.

All of a sudden, Ling Feng was knocked out, rolled twice, and then lay on the ground weakly.

"This picture, how is it a bit familiar!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jian Xian Lingfeng's heart gradually raised a feeling of doubt.

But because he was still receiving group files, he forcibly suppressed this feeling and continued to watch the group files in front of him.

When the guy in front of him woke up again, he had come to a hospital.

"I'm alive?"

Ling Feng, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked at his hands tightly wrapped in bandages and said in surprise.

Because Sword Immortal Lingfeng is the first point of view, he is just a bystander and has no way to participate.

"It seems that the person who was knocked out just now is the owner of this body."

Jianxian Lingfeng thought while watching.

"Ito Lingfeng, are you awake?"

At this moment, the door of the hospital was pushed open, and a blonde nurse walked in directly, looking at Ito Lingfeng with a smile.

"Ito Lingfeng?"

Hearing this name, Jianxian Lingfeng was stunned.

He had heard Bigu say something before.

That is, everyone in the chat group is one person.

Thinking of this, Jianxian Lingfeng felt a cold sweat on his forehead.

My name is Ling Feng, and the owner of this body is also called Ling Feng, but the surname has been changed.

Plus the very familiar but unremembered truck at the beginning.

Jianxian Lingfeng suddenly felt a little pain in his head.

Just when Jianxian Lingfeng was thinking, he saw the blonde nurse walking towards him.

"What is this for?"

Looking at the blonde nurse, Jianxian Lingfeng suddenly showed a black question mark expression.

Because the blonde nurse in front of her was wearing a nurse uniform, but all the instruments in her hands were things that Ito Lingfeng and Jianxian Lingfeng didn't know, so Jianxian Lingfeng would be more puzzled.

"What do you want to do?"

At this time, Ito Lingfeng also spoke directly.

"Just check your body."

The blonde nurse said aloud.

After being hit by a truck, and being reminded by Bigu Lingfeng before.

Sword Immortal Lingfeng immediately realized that what Biegu said was true.

And now he is just receiving the memory of the name Ito Lingfeng.

"In other words, the twenty-odd people in the chat group are all me."

Recalling the information he got in the chat group, Jianxian Lingfeng thought inwardly while looking at the first perspective in front of him.

At this time, Ito Lingfeng's first point of view was just the blonde nurse checking her body to see how her injury was.

After all, Ito Lingfeng is a little immobile now, and can only let the blonde female nurse check there.

Sword Immortal Lingfeng has been cultivating for hundreds of years at this time. For Jian Immortal Lingfeng, there is no embarrassment at all for this kind of hospital examination.

He couldn't even shake his heart.

However, because Ito Lingfeng has not been exposed to such things, he is rather shy.

Therefore, now Jianxian Lingfeng can think about his own problems while looking at the first perspective.

"Since these memories are true, then the group files of those skills are also true."

Thinking of this, Jianxian Lingfeng suddenly remembered that when he was looking at the group files before, he saw those group files about skills.

"I don't know what the skills of those guys are. If the strength is low, it will not help me. If the strength is too high, then the catastrophe I have to face will also be improved by several grades."

Sword Immortal Lingfeng began to calculate in his heart how much time he still had before the robbery.

"I lowered my realm a year ago, so that catastrophe dissipated directly. Counting the number of times I lowered my realm before, if I break through now, the catastrophe I have to face should be the eighth-rank catastrophe. already."

Thinking of this, Jianxian Lingfeng suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Before, he had been keeping his realm low, and he wanted to make his foundation a little thicker, so that he would have a higher chance of surviving under the catastrophe.

But now, if you think about it seriously, he has already suppressed the heavenly tribulation seven times.

And every time those calamities dissipate, the next time will be enhanced by one point.

If you read this Ito Lingfeng's memory, then after you wait to receive the group file, you should be facing the eighth-rank catastrophe when you break through.

In this world of immortal cultivation, the Heavenly Tribulation is divided into nine grades.

Among them, the ninth grade is the respect, and the first grade is the bottom.

Of course, in these heavenly tribulations, each additional rank will increase the power several times, and the danger faced by Sword Immortal Lingfeng will also increase.

Therefore, when he thought that the calamity that he was about to face was the eighth rank, Jian Xian Lingfeng immediately dispelled his thoughts of wanting to receive group files.

After all, it's already rank eight now, and if you receive a group file again, wouldn't the calamity you encounter go to rank 9, or even the level of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?

If it is really that level, then Sword Immortal Lingfeng is very likely to be directly hacked to death by Heavenly Tribulation if he is not careful, and then his body will disappear, and he will not be able to resurrect when he resurrects.

In this way, it would be better not to receive the group file first, and then wait until you have prepared enough materials for tribulation before receiving the group file.

"call."

Thinking of this, Jianxian Lingfeng took a deep breath and focused on the first angle of view, so as to divert his attention.

However, while Jian Xian Lingfeng watched, he felt some doubts.

"What's going on in this world? I remembered that my body was seriously injured before, but I didn't expect it to be better now?"

Looking at the person from the first perspective, Jian Xian Lingfeng thought about it in his heart.

"You're recovering well, and you'll be out of the hospital soon."

After the blonde nurse checked her body, she spoke to Ito Ryukaze.

"OK."

Ito Lingfeng nodded his head and responded aloud.

"This body is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye."

Jianxian Lingfeng looked at Ito Lingfeng's movements. He found that Ito Lingfeng couldn't lift his arms just now, but now he can lift his hands, and his skin is slowly growing.

"There's something wrong with this world!"

Sword Immortal Lingfeng couldn't help but complain.

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Modified some.

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I still owe you three chapters

Chapter 550 Am I fighting the air?

As Sword Immortal Lingfeng kept looking at Ito Lingfeng's memory.

He also gradually discovered a very important problem.

That is, as long as the group file is uploaded, then his memory should enter the group file.

Thinking of this, Jianxian Lingfeng's expression suddenly stiffened.

He felt that his whole body began to gradually become stiff.

"Are you uploading all the memories to the group file? No, no, no, no!"

Sword Immortal Lingfeng worked hard to adjust his mood, trying to calm his mood.

But when he thought of his previous conjecture, Jianxian Lingfeng felt that his mood could not be calmed down.

"Maybe you can upload group files by yourself. I'll take a look at it first."

Sword Immortal Lingfeng took a deep breath and continued to stare at the memory of Ito Lingfeng in front of him.

But the more he looked, the stiffer his face became.

Soon Jianxian Lingfeng finished reading Ito Lingfeng's memory.

When Jian Xian Lingfeng opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him was already the scene where he was.

"How long has it been?"

Jianxian Lingfeng took a deep breath and started checking the time directly.

He now wants to know exactly how long it took him to receive group files.

"Is it less than a breath?"

After Jian Xian Lingfeng got the exact time it took him to receive the group file, he slowly sat on the ground.

"Since the memory of receiving group files is not enough, then I will accept all these group files."

Sword Immortal Lingfeng stretched out his finger and slid continuously on the phone screen.

Then Jianxian Lingfeng began to receive the memories in the group files one by one.

As the memory kept pouring into Jianxian Lingfeng's head.

Sword Immortal Lingfeng's expression gradually became a little embarrassed.

"Those guys are all me, which means that everything I did before was fighting with the air?"

Thinking of this, Jian Xian Lingfeng suddenly felt that his Dao heart was a little unstable, and there would be a big problem at any time.

"And according to those memories, if you upload the group files, all of them are uploaded, and there will be no pull down."

Jianxian Lingfeng muttered to himself while playing with his mobile phone.

Looking at the numerous memory group files on the group file, Jianxian Lingfeng was thinking in his heart at this time.

And what he was thinking about was naturally whether he wanted to upload his memory to the group file.

And other Lingfengs have uploaded, if they don't upload it, it will be a little bad.

And when the time comes, you will have to upload your own skills to the group file.

The so-called cultivating immortals only has exercises, and if there is no state of mind to match it, it is a very dangerous thing.

Without proper guidance, those exercises will lead to misunderstandings.

This also means that if Jian Xian Lingfeng wants to upload a group file of skills, he should also upload a group file about memory.

But upload a group file about memories.

Then the memory of the sword fairy Lingfeng fighting with the air before was not known by other Lingfengs?

And this memory is the reason why Jianxian Lingfeng didn't want to upload it.

"Wait a minute, I remember a memory from before, that Death God Ling Feng, didn't his clone become some kind of demon king, Qiuyue Aili... or something like that? After that memory, the guys in the chat group all I didn't laugh at him, which means that there shouldn't be any major problems with my memory."

Recalling the memory of Lingfeng, the **** of death, Jianxian Lingfeng thought slowly in his heart.