Chapter 691: The Eighth Level of Freedom, Sword Demon Qin Wu
After completing the fusion of skills, Ling Feng's combat power has naturally improved a lot. However, there is also a hidden danger, that is, the Immortal God's body is only the sixth-level low-grade, and it can no longer accommodate the sixth-level mid-grade Canglang Sword Code.
It is difficult to fuse water-based true essence with other types of true essence to condense chaotic true essence.
Therefore, Ling Feng must upgrade the level of the other six attribute skills such as the Raging Fire True Skill to balance the seven systems, and then use the system's skill fusion ability to generate a higher-level skill using the Immortal Body of the Barbarian God as the framework.
Fa. The Canglang Sword Code is a sixth-level skill, and the other six skills must be at least a fifth-level high-grade one, and preferably all sixth-level skills.
However, there was no rush at this time. Because the true energy was severely depleted, Ling Feng took out the true water bottle and absorbed the ice true water to restore the true energy.
Half an hour later, Ling Feng's true energy recovered, he stood up, put away the Cold Dragon Sword and went out.
At the door, two green-shirted guards suddenly clasped their fists and said, "See the gang leader!"
Ling Feng said: "No need to be polite, you lead the way to the movie hall!"
"Yes, Gang Leader!"
A green-shirted guard immediately spoke loudly and immediately led the way.
The main hall of the Qingjiao Gang occupies a very large area, with many courtyards and winding roads, among which the movie hall is in the south.
After a while, Ling Feng arrived at the door of the courtyard where the cinema was located.
At this time, Yin Qianchou was discussing with more than a dozen guardians and rudders how to arrange surveillance and defense during tomorrow's wedding.
Ling Feng's wedding is a big event. If someone with ulterior motives gets in, it will cause big trouble.
Immediately, he saw Ling Feng approaching and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "See the gang leader!"
Other guardians and helmsmen also clasped their fists and said, "See the gang leader!"
"No need to be polite, just go down!"
Ling Feng smiled and said, after all the guardians and helmsmen went down, he looked at Yin Qianchou and said with a smile: "Brother Yin, I'll leave you to worry about the wedding."
Yin Qianchou smiled and said: "The leader of the gang made a strong statement, and this is what it should be!"
Immediately, Ling Feng asked: "By the way, where is my disciple?"
Yin Qianchou smiled and said: "Miss Miao felt bored, so she went to the streets with Elder Tong Yan. Do you want to send someone to call them back?"
Ling Feng sighed and said, "No need, let them have fun!"
He knew that Tong Yan must not be in a good mood at this time. If Chunmei could be allowed to accompany her, it might be possible to untie her knot.
Immediately, Ling Feng and Yin Qianchou discussed the wedding matters and returned to the courtyard where they lived.
After a while, it was getting close to dusk, and Tong Yan and Miao Chunmei came back holding many parcels, large and small, talking and laughing.
Ling Feng looked slightly shocked, he didn't expect the two of them to become best friends so quickly.
Immediately, he walked over and said, "Yan'er, you're back, let's eat."
"No, we have already eaten outside, you can eat. By the way, Chunmei and I will sleep at night, and you can practice well."
After Tong Yan finished speaking, she took Miao Chunmei back to her room.
Before leaving, Miao Chunmei turned around, made a face at him, and showed a proud smile.
Ling Feng's expression changed. Normally, Tong Yan was obedient and considerate to him. But at this time, she was very cold towards him. She was obviously bewitched by Miao Chunmei. Although Miao Chunmei was gone.
He has the strength to resist, but he is still unwilling to give in and wants to cause trouble for himself.
A moment later, Tong Yan's boudoir. Tong Yan looked worried and said: "Do you think it will really be useful?"
Miao Chunmei said: "Of course, he will only care about you if you learn to say no. Otherwise, he will come and go as soon as you call him."
Tong Yan also thought about it, the best thing is what she can't get. She actually understands this, but she has long forgotten it after she was with Ling Feng.
At this moment, Ling Feng knocked on the door and said, "Miao Chunmei, please come out."
Miao Chunmei did not dare to refuse Ling Feng's order, so she had to go out. Then the two talked for half an hour and reached several agreements. Then Miao Chunmei took Ling Feng's gang leader token and quietly left the Qingjiao Gang.
Without Miao Chunmei to cause trouble, Ling Feng quickly calmed down and rested in Tong Yan's room. The two of them were affectionate for a long time. Ling Feng seemed to have fallen asleep, but his consciousness entered the training copy and chose the king level.
Destroy the Nanman dungeon and practice martial arts such as swordsmanship and Qinggong. His Qinggong at this time is close to breaking through LV8. Once he breaks through the Qinggong, he will definitely be able to raise it to a higher level.
The difficulty of the dungeon is at the king level. The soldiers at the lowest level are all acquired. The strength of all BOSSs has been raised to a higher level. The difficulty is very high, but it is also very effective in improving martial arts proficiency. After clearing the dungeon twice, Ling Feng not only has the Canglang Sword.
The proficiency of Fa LV8 increased by 5%, and Xiaoyaoyou Qinggong also broke through to LV8 as expected.
Xiaoyaoyou LV8: 90% movement, 90% dodge. With Ling Feng's original movement speed, plus 90% bonus, it has reached an unpredictable level.
Immediately, Ling Feng's consciousness returned to the practice room, continued to meditate and practice the Golden Crow Burning Sun Diagram, began to visualize the Golden Crow's charm, quickly condensed the Golden Crow's Dharma, and then condensed the Golden Crow's true form.
Although the training room is a virtual consciousness space, it is the same as reality. As long as Ling Feng can condense the Golden Crow Martial Spirit in it, he can naturally condense the Golden Crow Martial Spirit in the sea of consciousness, which is nothing more than consuming some Pure Yang Holy Water.
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Two hours later, late at night, with no light from the stars and moon, we were in an ordinary house in the east district of Cangzhou City.
In a dark room, a long white sword hung beside the bed, and a young man in white clothes sat upright on the bed, closing his eyes and breathing in energy.
Suddenly, the window opened, and a figure in black flashed and landed in front of the young man in white. He knelt down half-kneeling, cupped his fists and said, "I see you, Lord Sword Demon!"
The masked man in black had a clear voice and a slender figure. He was obviously a woman.
The young man in white remained motionless, as if he had entered a deep retreat.
At this time, the woman in black raised her head, and a dark iron dagger fell from her sleeve. She suddenly held it tightly and hesitated for a long time, but never made a move.
After a moment, the young man in white suddenly opened his eyes. With a flick of his finger, a little blood-colored flame fell on the wick of the oil lamp on the Eight Immortals table in the middle. Immediately, the orange light illuminated his handsome face. If Ling Feng were here, he would definitely recognize him.
He is Qin Wu, the son of Zhenren Yuancang.
He stared at the man in black and said with a faint smile: "Zi Yan, why don't you take action? Is it because you can't do it?"
Zi Yan, a woman in black, said coldly: "I won't take action if I'm not sure!"
The other party only gave her three chances to take action. The first two failed, and there was only one last chance. If she wanted to avenge her parents and family, she had to be absolutely sure.
The young man in white shook his head, with a disappointed look on his face, and then smiled and said: "In that case, then go and help me send a gift to my good junior brother."
Immediately, he conveyed the plan to Zi Yan through soul thought.
After hearing this, Zi Yan glanced at the young man in white with contempt, but said nothing. The figure flashed through the window in the blink of an eye, and the figure kept flickering away, quickly disappearing into the night.
The young man in white retracted his thoughts, the smile on his face disappeared, his eyes were deep, and finally turned into a leisurely sigh, then a dark wind blew by and the lights were turned off.