MTL - Supreme Demon-Chapter 60 Famous famdom

C_t; On this day, the entire wilderness was boiling, and the road was loud and loud. Full chapter full text-.79xs.-

Such a thing could not be concealed at all. Mo Yunzong’s dozens of disciples were actually defeated by one person in the evening, and even Zhang Yuan and Dong Yue were seriously injured.

It can be said that the warrior-level wasteland is like being pulled out of a hole.

Mo Yunzong’s disciples were all shocked. They couldn’t think of it. Dozens of people besieged a man and they were so badly defeated.

"Dong Yue brother, Gu Yong brother is not hurt, what is the wind?"

"A three-level warrior, the military cyclone is a bit special, how can it be unbeaten with so many people?"

Their faces are all green, and the general warriors are fine. They just fill their indignation and fight for it.

However, Mo Yunzong's ‘door’ disciple is a heavy face with a ‘color’, especially the top ten masters, and their eyes are cold and shrinking. They know that they are encountering enemies.

The wind and the martial arts are very powerful, and the speed and martial arts are slightly better. This is the key to his success.

"Speed ​​is the deadly killer!"

A young boy licked his mouth, his eyes flashed, and the flow of 'exposed' excited, the wind is a strong opponent.

However, he is very much looking forward to it.

"Hey, if it wasn't for him to flash early, I must let him know it!" Baihu Road.

His eyes are 'yin', and his body looms over the nine-way military cyclone. It is undoubtedly a nine-level warrior. Among Mo Yunzong’s 'door' disciples, he ranks in the top three, in the military-level mountains. Did not meet the opponent.

"Haha, the wind is too naive to be too big."

"The Mo Yunzong disciple has been deceiving too much in the past few days. My disciples at Lingwu College finally couldn't help but shoot."

"Play well, want to swallow the wilderness, Mo Yunzong's appetite is too big, not afraid to kill them."

The disciples of Lingwu College are all excited, and they are all looking hot and waving their fists.

All along, Mo Yunzong and Lingwu College are constantly in constant friction. It is common for disciples to fight and fight against each other. Today's events are only a microcosm of the two major forces.

However, Lingwu College has always been very weak, and it is also the top ten in the 'door', which is worse than Mo Yunzong.

However, today, Feng Tiantian used his fist to give a class to Mo Yunzong's disciples. It was a fact of being beaten by iron. A person swept dozens of people.

For a time, the words "Feng Lingtian" resounded throughout the wilderness, and the Wushu-level and Wutu-level mountains were all well-received. Even the Wushu-level mountains were known. [Miant Candy Novels www.Mianhuatang.com I want to read almost all the books, more stable than the average station is updated, fast, full text without advertising reads; ]

Of course, this is what the disciples of Lingwu College intend to spread out, that is, to give ugly to Mo Yunzong's disciples.

"Feng Lingtian, mad at me, don't let me pick it up, or you won't be able to hide your skin."

Baihu gritted his teeth and cut his teeth.

Wherever he went, he was talking about it. Even when Mo Yunzong’s disciples looked to the top ten, they frowned.

"The wind and the weather are skyrocketing, what is the top ten Mo Yunzong, and even the three moves are not the next."

"Let Baihu, Longteng come, let me master of Lingwu College, stumble them one by one, and make them into three pigs."

When Baihu and Longteng heard the rumors from Lingwu College, a face was dark and black, and the teeth were squeaking.

"Let the wind come over and fight, I promise not to make him a dog!" Baihu roared.

"Three-level warrior only, the speed does not mean invincible, I will step on him." Long Teng growled.

Soon, the disciples of Lingwu College gave a response, and various rumors spread from all directions.

"Oh, is Baihu and Longteng strong?"

"If the wind and the sky appear, or hurry to run ass, or you will be like Zhang Yuan, the **** open ‘flower’.”

"A three-level warrior can defeat a group of you. When he is at the fourth and fifth levels, he still does not sweep inside your door."

"I can't do it, let the master of the "door" come."

......

"Ah, I am going to kill you!"

Several people in Baihu and Longteng will be bombarded. The disciples of Lingwu College are very abominable. They will play the tricks, disdain, and ridicule to the extreme.

The most crucial thing is that Mo Yunzong did lose a game. This is an indisputable fact. They can't even refute.

This is a storm!

The name of Fenglingtian, famous for its wilderness, and its reputation, can be juxtaposed with the top five. Some people even suspect that this is one of the top five ‘door’ in the Lingwu Academy.

At this moment, Ling Feng, who was the initiator, was lying on a piece of bluestone in front of the thatched cottage. His hands were 'plugged' in the mouth of the 'chest' and ate the grilled 'meat' and basking in the moonlight.

The injuries on his body have already been taken care of by the spirits, otherwise they will be worried about Lingqing.

"There is still a lack of it."

He has spent a few previous battles in his mind, carefully recalling that there are still a few things that are not done well and need to be improved.

The next day, Ling Feng and Ling Qing led the golden lion and entered the alchemy ‘door’ of Lingwu College.

"Kids, from the alchemy teacher, there is still a month, don't give me shame, or else..."

"choke"

Yunmeng will force the squadron in his hand to force a 'plug' on the ground, fangs and smile, threatening full of reads;

"Do not worry." Ling Feng patted the ‘chest’ mouth, and promised to guarantee.

Now, he is already a senior alchemy teacher, and he is controlled by the ‘precision’ gods. Even the refining of the top senior ‘medicine’ is easy, unless the other party is the alchemy master.

However, after a few days of silence, Ling Feng also plans to try to refine Xuandan.

Xuan Dan, but it is much stronger than the senior Dan 'medicine', is a huge watershed, and some alchemists need several years to be successful.

After all, Xuan Dan refining, the level of cumbersomeness and control is not comparable to that of the senior Dan 'medicine'. There are dozens of 'medicine' grasses, and it is too troublesome to refine, slightly careless. It will be abandoned.

"let's start!"

Ling Feng's eyes are condensed. Although he is a ‘precision’ god, he is also extremely cautious.

He chose to refine the first kind of sacred dan, which is the condensed crystal dan, which is also the mad medicinal medicinal martial art, which can raise the level of the martial arts to one level.

The martial arts condense the infuriating, the martial arts condense the cyclone, and the martial arts essentially transform the cyclone into a spar.

And Jingjing Dan is a must-have!

"drink"

Ling Feng lightly sighed and put all kinds of ‘medicine’ grass into the Dan furnace, and gave a glimpse of the golden ‘color’, and he was in control.

On the one hand, he suppressed the flame. On the one hand, the military storm wrapped the dozens of 'medicine' grasses.

However, after only a moment, the cold sweat on his forehead came down. With his ‘precision’ mind, it was a bit of a slap in the hands of so many ‘medicine’ grasses.

"puff"

The ‘medicine’ grass blasted, and the black ash sprinkled Ling Feng’s face, so that he could only smile, and the alchemy master and the senior Dan teacher were too different.

"Come back"

Later, he converges on his mind and once again plunges into alchemy...

In the evening, he sat down and his eyes were heavy. It was not like a nine-year-old child. It was the eyes of Wu Sheng, deep and powerful.

"Hanging arrows!"

Ling Feng combed the memory in his mind, and finally spit out a smoldering gas, and the bottom of his eyes flashed a sage.

The hanging arrow is not a martial art, but a mysterious soul skill. In the many exercises of the holy mountain, it is not very conspicuous, but it makes Ling Feng a treasure.

It can be said that as long as he understands the hanging arrow, his mind will exert a more terrible power, that is, the martial artist is not incapable of killing.

"Look at the arrow, the soul of the sea is a bow, a stone wears a cracked stone, ‘shoot’ kills all enemies.”

Ling Feng opened a few words in "Hanging Arrow" and chewed it again and again, and then slowly remembered the contents, one word and one word.

This evening, he sat in the thatched cottage, facing the moonlight, constantly feeling, scrutinizing, sometimes shining, sometimes fainting his brow.

When it was dawn, he stood up and stood up, his eyes shining.

His soul sea, the golden 'color' little sword trembled sharply, suddenly bent, like a bow, "", **** out, a trace of gold 'color' light suddenly "shot" out, from The thatched cottage rushed out of the gap, reaching three feet away, lightning fast, and then burst silently.

This is the hanging arrow!

Under the cover of the sun, even the Lingqing can't find a trace of it. It is the 'wave' movement that the ‘precision’ can only feel.

Of course, just a glimpse of power is not enough to make the warrior deadly, and this is only an attempt by Ling Feng. When he really uses all his power, the martial artist can still kill.

"There are three days of hanging arrows. Now I just understand the first heaven, but now it is enough."

Ling Feng bowed his head and meditated, and his mouth overflowed with a slightly unspeakable smile.

"Smirking something, eating." Ling Qing's little finger pointed to Ling Feng's head.

After breakfast, the two went up the mountain.

On this day, Yunmeng was very quiet, and did not bother with the meaning of Lingfeng. However, looking at Ling Feng’s sigh of relief, she was still irritated.

She can see it, the latter must be hidden, I am afraid that it has become a senior alchemy teacher. Today, the little guy is full of ‘private’ capsules.

However, for the alchemy teacher, she held her nose and endured.

If you lose, look for him to settle the bill!

"refining!"

In the alchemy room, Ling Feng was full of joy and ‘color’. After discovering that he had grasped the hanging arrow, his ‘fine’ mind was in control, which was obviously a lot easier.

His eyes were dignified, and the critical points of various 'medicine' grasses were memorized, and the mastery of the fire was close to perfection.

That's it, he still experienced repeated failures. Every time he finished alchemy, he was sweating and tired.

Until the fifth day, the ‘medicine’ grass was finally refined, like dozens of drops of bean-sized raindrops, gathered together, five colors and six ‘colors’.

Then, they slowly merged together, and the 'color' gradually changed, forming the 'medicine' liquid of Zhu Hong's color. The fragrance was overflowing, and it was so big as the eyelids. Under the package of the military storm, it issued a "嗤嗤"Sound, there is a white 'color' airflow.

"The prototype!"

Ling Feng's face was greeted with 'color', and he sighed low. The storm of the warrior suddenly condensed and pressed down a little, making the distribution of various 'medicine' liquids more uniform and removing impurities.

This step is also very difficult. The average alchemy teacher has to go through hundreds of thousands of failures, and Ling Feng has the help of the devotees, and he has done more with less. After only a few dozen failures, he succeeded.

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