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Chapter 1995 Let's Fight!

"You're overthinking it. How can it be so easy? It's just something you can practice. This is true for all the inherited techniques of our clan."

Ye Yourong lay on Feng Lin, "If you don't want to practice, just take it out."

“It’s really classy.”

Feng Lin didn't say anything else. Things were still important at the moment.



Feng Lin went to look for Qingqiu Yun again.

After arriving at the ruins, Qingqiu Yun was sitting on the edge of the stone.

One hand is smelting spiritual steel, and the other hand is grabbing the dried fruit next to it from time to time.

His eyes are still looking at the phone.

After discovering Feng Lin, she stood up with a smile and said, "The things are done, how about you take a look?"

While talking, she took out two steel needles from the space ring.

The length is thirty centimeters, and the end is curved into a scissors-like handle for easy gripping.

Feng Lin took the two steel needles in his hands and waved them vigorously a few times.

He smiled and nodded, "Thank you, senior, it's very easy to use."

"You're welcome. As for the knife, it will be finished in five days."

Qingqiu Yun said with a smile.

"I'm not in a hurry about that weapon. I'll come back to get it when I have time."

Feng Lin smiled and put away the steel needle, "Senior, I have a small favor. It's inconvenient for Yourong to follow me recently, so let her stay here temporarily."

Before coming, Ye Yourong said that this technique requires patience and practice.

It was not convenient to be on Feng Lin's back, so I suggested staying.

"Of course you can. It's a big place here and there's plenty of room to live in."

Qingqiu Yun looked at Ye Yourong with a smile, "Yourong, otherwise you can live in Yaoyao's previous house first."

"Thank you, senior."

Ye Yourong smiled and nodded.

After Feng Lin settled Ye Yourong, he said goodbye to Qingqiu Yun, "Senior, if nothing happens, I will leave."

"Okay, I won't send it away."

Qingqiu Yun waved her hand to Feng Lin.

Ye Yourong originally planned to send Feng Lin back, but Feng Lin stopped him and asked her to seize the time to practice.

The next trip to the Sun Clan will still require Ye Yourong's fighting power.

Arrive outside the ruins.

Feng Lin's figure rushed into the sky, heading towards the western continent.

"Hey, this time I wasted a lot of time."

Feng Lin took out his cell phone and took a look. More than half a month had passed.

There is still more than a month left before the second master's deadline. I hope he can successfully enter the ninth level.

Feng Lin returned to the Western Continent.

He was completely different at this moment.

As long as you control it properly, you can even kill the second generation Spiritual Steel Army.

Arriving at Su Ming's branch, Feng Lin felt several powerful auras inside.

So, he walked in to take a look.

Coming to the hall, Feng Lin found Gu Xun sitting on a chair.

She was wearing a white military uniform, crossed her legs, wore sunglasses, and was looking at her mobile phone.

When she saw Feng Lin, her face lit up with joy.

"Feng Lin, where have you been? I can't find you. I can only see a team named Feng Lin Shenxu who has been killing the Spiritual Steel Army."

Gu Xun came over and asked in a low voice.

"I'm already at the seventh level. I'll go back during this time."

Feng Lin said with a smile, "That's right. I feel like you are different. You seem to be stronger than before."

"It's not bad. Following those delicate little princesses, although I can't relax, there is no shortage of fighting. It can also ensure my safety at critical moments."

Gu Xun put one hand in his trouser pocket and motioned for Feng Lin to go out and talk to her.

Feng Lin followed Gu Xun.

Only when the two came to the woods outside the branch did Gu Xun relax.

"Who are the people on the second floor? Why don't you go up?" Feng Lin asked from the side.

"They are all noble ladies. I still know myself."

Gu Xun put one hand in his trouser pocket and leaned against the big tree behind him.

"Who are they? Or Su Zishu, Su Molu, and Mu Ran?"

Feng Lin asked strangely.

"Well, but this time a big shot is here again."

Gu Xun shrugged, "The Black Emperor's daughter, Wei Yinghuo, is the third-ranked captain and is extremely powerful."

"Third in the sequence?"

Feng Lin immediately thought of the idiot he met in Beihuang.

But she should be fake.

Maybe the medal hanging on his body is a counterfeit product worth a few dollars.

"Yes, I can only say that she is very strong, incredibly strong."

Gu Xun said with some envy, "She is a real genius. She is much younger than Su Ming, but she is as good as Su Ming."

"You Yin Yang Crusaders are indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

Feng Lin sighed softly.

While the two were talking, Mu Ran walked out of the branch.

She is still dressed as before, with a 46-point haircut and flames burning on her earrings.

"Gu Xun, Captain Su Ming asked you to come over and want to ask you... Feng Lin?"

As Mu Ran was talking, he looked at Feng Lin beside Gu Xun.

"Captain Mu Ran, hello."

Feng Lin smiled and said hello.

"You came just in time. Captain Su Ming came to Gu Xun precisely to find out your whereabouts."

Mu Ran waved to Feng Lin, "You all come with me."

"Find me?"

Feng Lin's face was startled, and he felt that something had happened.

He was thinking about running away now.

Then, he shook his head slightly. In this situation, they probably wouldn't deal with him.

Besides, Su Zishu is also there and should be able to stop Su Ming from attacking her.

So Feng Lin nodded lightly.

Room on the second floor of the branch.

The faces of the few people here were very plain, and no one spoke.

Su Ming sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, closed her eyes and rested.

Su Zishu was sitting next to Su Ming.

During this period of fighting, she had relied on lottery draws to get her own hundred tons of spiritual stones.

Now it has become the ninth level of perfection, captain level.

Of course, it is unknown whether Su Ming opened a backdoor regarding her lottery draw.

As for Su Molu, he stood aside with his arms folded, quietly looking at the sofa opposite.

On the sofa opposite, Wei Yinghuo's hair was messy, as if he had just woken up.

She sat there obediently, with a huge snack bag on her lap.

She looked forward with cute eyes, and kept putting snacks into her mouth with her hands.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Su Ming opened her eyes with strange pupils and said, "Come in."

The door opens.

Mu Ran came in first, she looked back and said, "It's a coincidence that Feng Lin came over."

While talking, Gu Xun and Feng Lin walked in together.

Wei Yinghuo, who was eating snacks, turned his head and stared at Feng Lin in front of him.

Feng Lin also stared at her.

For a moment, his brain almost short-circuited.

Damn it!

It's really her!

Feng Lin knew everyone else here, and even by the elimination method, he knew that the idiot in front of him was the third-ranked captain.

"Senior, are you looking for me?"

Feng Lin asked himself to stay calm and not to reveal his secret.

If this woman knew that he had saved her, something would happen.

It is likely to lead to a torrent of news being leaked.

"Let me introduce, Wei Yinghuo, the third captain in the sequence, just after me."

Su Ming pointed at Wei Yinghuo who was sitting opposite, "She's looking for you."

"Captain, do you have a problem with me?" Feng Lin asked.

Wei Yinghuo put the snack bag aside. She stood up and walked towards Feng Lin. She suddenly bent down and grabbed Feng Lin's belt.

"Fuck! Why are you taking off my pants?" Feng Lin jumped back like lightning.


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