MTL - Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal-Chapter 130 Honghuanghuanghuanglu

Some people in the place did not expect that at this time there would be someone who would have a relationship with Ling Feng. We must know that they are well-funded and there are tens of thousands of people. The perfect situation is that they must win. Even if Ling Feng is so powerful, after all, it is a person. Even if the ant is an elephant, he can take him. Exhausted, this time someone was standing on the side of Ling Feng, is it too long?

"Strong brothers, you..." Beard Ming is also awkward. He thought that Hongqiang might just be watching the fun, but now it’s a sneak peek, but it’s a bit wrong. The Cangyu Dragon and Jiang mechanics on the side are also unexpected. "Strong brothers, this is not a joke, come back soon!"

Hong Dali can understand the characters without words, especially his moves and write them out. This is a good mobile cheat who doesn’t want to die here. It’s a time to know that Hong’s magic is magical. I calm down and plan to wait and see.

"This little brother is a big breath," Ling Feng saw Hong Qiang’s eyes, but he was not angry. He only had some accidents when he looked at the goddess of wisdom. It is obvious that his eyes also felt that the goddess of wisdom was just a life. However, Tianjun is Tianjun after all. After a little shock, he smiled and said: "Is the little brother knowing our founder?"

The Wushen Palace was created by Yun Qingfeng, but the real fame is indeed the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, Ling Feng Guan Tang is really called the founder, and it is correct.

Most of the people in the field of Tang Zhenda knew that it was the first master of contemporary times thousands of years ago. The achievements are still unsuccessful. However, according to the time, how can this Hong Dali not have a relationship with Tang Zhen.

"Hey, this thing is more complicated, but what." Hong vigorously rushed into the eyes, whispered: "But I did see him, oh."

"Oh?" Hong Dali’s voice was very small. After listening to Ling Feng, he didn’t ask much. He just whispered, and then said: “It’s a bit interesting. Anyway, then you will stand behind me, lest you stay. Injured. "There are more than 10,000 rivers and lakes in front of me, but it seems that they are not in his eyes.

He settled in Hong Hong vigorously, and stepped forward, saying: "You have any nonsense, even if you don't have it, Lingmou has always hated trouble."

"Amitabha, good and good, good. The Lord is not free and easy. Even if the old man is not talented, but also as the lingzhu Shizhu said, this is just a mouthful of effort, it is upset. It is better to let the old man throw the bricks to attract jade, first with the lingzhu I don’t know what to do with Ling’s idea?”

The man who spoke up was a big monk with nine rings on his head. The white eyebrows almost hang to the corners of the mouth, and a string of deep red wooden beads between the necks. Full of kindness, a style of high morality. And he is one of the few two or three people who have not been beaten by the wind.

Ling Feng looked at the monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and smiled: "The master understands the man. The master's eyebrows have reached the corner of the lips, and the realm of the cultivation of the treasures is also very high. I don't know the masters of Baolai. Who are you?"

The monk is single-handed, and the rush is a popular one. He said: "Amitabha is the teacher. The poor is the first teacher, and the law is round."

Ling Feng "En" gave a cry. Dao: "The character of Master Bora is a tight thing to admire."

The round went out again and said: "Thank you for your praise."

Ling Feng continued: "Since the master of the circle is a disciple of the master of Bora, that Ling and the master are working, it is a bit bully." Ling Feng stretched his foot and drew a circle on the ground, slowly stood in, laughed "Today Lingmou let the master a hand, as long as the master can force Lingmou out of this circle, it will be lost Ling, how?"

The ridiculousness of his paintings, but on this hard granite ground is left a deep mark, surrounded by a stone powder, people in the field saw, all breathe a cold breath.

The master of the annihilation once again read "Amitabha" and said: "The monk thanked Ling Shi for his mercy and he was careful."

In a word, the master of the annihilation smashed into the inner force, and the eyes and eyes of the two eyes swayed the neon light. It was the eighth realm of his meditation, and the right palm painted a semicircle. The rushing "huh" of the rushing in the circle hits a palm, and the inner force is stirred around. The palm of the hand almost tears the air, leaving a huge palm print in the air.

One palm is gone, the round is stepped forward, and the right palm is a semicircle. This second palm is faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palms are combined to form a greater palm print. To Ling Feng!

This is a very powerful trick in the treasure circle of the Zen Zen. It is called the neon stacking palm. Each additional stack of palms can double the power. The two palms overlap each other, which is equivalent to two circles. At the same time, attack the Ling Feng, the power is strong, do not think too much.

Seeing that a huge palm print would hit the wind, suddenly Hong vigorously opened his mouth and said: "The circle is lost."

It seems that it is in line with Hong Dali's words. At the same time, Ling Feng moved.

The entire Wushen Palace Shitai Square was quietly quiet.

Everyone can only see the movement of Tianjun Lingfeng as if it is slow to the extreme, and every subtle movement on the body.

Includes clothing corners. Includes every hair. It even includes a pair of electric eyes that Ling Feng slightly picked up.

Lingfeng left his hand behind him, his right hand slowly lifted up, aiming at the center of the circle and the palm print, and gently pointed it down.

Internal forces are stirring.

The huge palm print is in front of Ling Feng, and it is hard to enter.

"Hey."

A slight sound like a blister burst, the huge, powerful, and infinite neon of the palms and palm prints turned out to be like that, and the strange disappeared into the air.

The round madness stepped back, the complexion turned white, and a hint of red blood ran down the corner of the mouth.

Ling Feng does not move.

Some people in the whole place can hardly believe their eyes.

In the presence of nearly 10,000 people, the top ten masters of the annihilation, in the case of Ling Feng let him a hand, still failed to pick up a move, lost and injured.

Hong Dali nodded and said: "Oh, it really is this trick." Before the scene of Tang Zhen and the demon king demon king, I have seen it. The scene is similar to this, but the power is not the same. Language.

A trick to defeat the circle, Ling Feng turned his head and looked at Hong Dali, strangely said: "Do you really have seen Tang Zhenzu?"

"Well, let's talk about it," Hong said with a grin and nodded. "Tang's brother has a good relationship with me. He also passed me a set of exercises, called "Hong Huang Xue Huang Lu", but I Not practicing, hehe..."

Hong vigorously said this, the audience suddenly lost! (To be continued...)