Chapter two hundred and ninety seventh premonition
After more than three hours, it was finally Ling Feng's turn. The man guarding the city was a disciple of an unknown sect. He was wearing sea-blue striped clothes and had a token hanging on his waist.
After they saw Ling Feng, they focused on Ling Feng's bloody hair that did not match his overall temperament. One of them frowned slightly and said, "People from the Shura Domain? Stay safe in Dingtian City. If the guards catch them,
No one can save you."
"knew."
Ling Feng did not hide anything, nodded and said, and then handed over ten Xuanyuan before entering the city. At the same time, he felt a little helpless. His hair really fit the image of Shura Domain in the eyes of other domain people, arrogant.
When Ling Feng passed through the tens of meters long passage and actually arrived at Dingtian City, he immediately felt that the mysterious energy around him became very rich. Moreover, he did not leave the city all the way, only entering the city.
Proving the prosperity of Dingtian City.
Ling Feng planned to choose a place to live first, and if he hadn't found some Xuanyuan from Mugu, he might have had to sleep on the street today. At the same time, Ling Feng was also worried that there were so many people in Dingtian City that he might not have time.
View the room.
Fortunately, Ling Feng was lucky. After a while, he not only found a place to live, but also found out that Yunfu Villa would recruit a thousand warriors outside their mansion in two days to go to Xingchen Mountain to dig for materials for forging Xuanwei.
There are still two days left, enough for Ling Feng to get information about the five sects in Dingtian City. This can reduce the possibility of getting into trouble. After all, he is alone now and his strength is pitifully weak. However, the four Tongxuan
Chongjing is not considered a monster among the younger generation of Qianzong, he is just okay.
After Ling Feng thought about it for a while, he walked into the inn. It was full of people, but it was very quiet. Every guest was sitting in his seat and chatting quietly. A maid saw him and immediately came over to greet him.
"What does this young master need?"
The maid came to Ling Feng's side and asked, while looking at Ling Feng's hair curiously.
"Find me a regular guest room."
Ling Feng said, and then he walked upstairs under the leadership of the maid. Many people on the way looked at Ling Feng in surprise and spoke in disgust.
"I'm afraid he's a guy from the Shura Realm. He doesn't know what he's been practicing to make himself like this."
"Tsk, people in the Shura Domain like to cause trouble the most, so why don't you stay in this hellish place?
Wait, why are you here in Chenyu?"
Ling Feng naturally heard their conversation. Although he was not surprised, he did not expect that the reputation of Shura Domain was so bad, and it might bring him some trouble.
He didn't speak or refute. He followed the maid all the way to his room with an expressionless face. He took the room card from the maid's trembling hand and went in.
Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Ling Feng did not take the little thing to heart just now, but closed his eyes and entered the state of cultivation. He has not had a good rest since he came out of the sect. Now he just has the opportunity. He must
You have to hurry up.
While Ling Feng was practicing, outside the Yunfu Villa mansion in the west of the city, a large group of servants were working hard to set up a ring under the supervision of some powerful housekeepers. Further in the square, there were densely packed people surrounded by three circles inside and three outside.
Suddenly, someone from behind the crowd shouted, and a lane was immediately separated.
"Master Qingyun and the others are here! Everyone, give way."
Almost as if the tide was ebbing, the people on both sides moved aside with a clatter, and a group of people rode out on monster horses and slowly walked out.
The leader was a handsome young man, dressed in white, with two cloud-shaped signs hanging on his waist. He had a slight smile on his face, holding the reins with both hands, and walked calmly under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes.
Walk to the mansion of Yunfu Villa.
When Li Qingyun saw the man commanding the servants, he smiled and shouted, "Uncle Yi! Qingyun is back!" The young man's smile was bright and sunny, making the hearts of countless girls beat faster.
The son of the owner of Yunfu Villa, Li Qingyun, possesses the eighth level of Tongxuan strength and is one of the four heroes in Chenyu. He is handsome, upright, and does not use his status to overwhelm others. He is the one with the best reputation among the four heroes.
It is rumored that the eldest lady of the Tianhai Sect also likes him, but Li Qingyun has never expressed anything.
The man called Uncle Yi looked over and smiled when he heard this. He first bowed his hands to the person next to Li Qingyun, and then said to the latter who fell off his horse, "The owner of the village calls you to take charge this time."
This operation is also to temper you, so don’t get tired.”
"Qingyun is happy, why don't you rush? How dare you feel tired."
Li Qingyun put away his smile and said seriously. The man patted the former's shoulder happily after hearing this, then looked behind Li Qingyun and asked with some confusion, "Where are your second uncle and the others?"
"Second uncle
Third uncle is also delayed because of something on the way, so let us come first."
Li Qingyun replied, the man nodded, and then gave some instructions to the servants, and then walked to the mansion with Li Qingyun and others, leaving behind a group of lustful girls.
The next morning, Ling Feng, who had finished his rest, sat in front of the table holding the Ghost Poison Sect's skill. He also held the poison sac of a common poison in his hand, and used his own profound energy to blend into it.
After a while, the poison in it was tainted on his profound energy. At this time, Ling Feng felt that the ray of profound energy was already a little unstable, and seemed to collapse at any time, but in the end Ling Feng succeeded in controlling it.
This ray of mysterious energy was brought out from the poison sac.
Ling Feng looked at the mysterious energy floating on the index finger of his right hand with some curiosity. He saw that his original red mysterious energy turned into red with a little green. He took out the black box containing the Nine Corpses Bone Erosion Powder and shook it.
He put a piece of it about as thin as a hair on the table, and then flicked the poisonous mysterious energy that had just been refined on his finger over it.
"laugh!"
Almost instantly, the powder on the table corroded a hole out of the table as if it had been stimulated by something. When the residue fell on the floor, it immediately turned the floor into a honeycomb.
As for the black gas that rose up and gradually dispersed, Ling Feng's expression changed. This black poisonous gas could swallow up even the profound energy of heaven and earth. It flew all the way up to the roof and destroyed the wood on the roof with ease.
A piece came down.
"This Ghost Poison Sect is incredible."
Ling Feng secretly thought in his heart, if you know that this poison is only refined from the first level of Tongxuan, but it has such power, how terrifying the King of Heaven must be. This reminded Ling Feng of the Xuanwen Artifact of Yunfu Villa, which seems to have changed with the passing of the world.
With the arrival of Qingxuan Continent, things started to look a little different.
More and more geniuses and hidden sects are emerging from the darkness to seize the opportunities of this era. Ling Feng has a premonition that in a short time the entire Qingxuan Continent will be shaken.
It will change. When the time comes, warriors, sects, and families without strength will all be buried one by one.
This makes Lingfeng need strength even more urgently, otherwise he will be overtaken by those behind him, so he cannot let go of any opportunity to become stronger now, whether it is the mysterious pattern weapon of Yunfu Villa or the battle for Shura Sect.
Shura Jue, he is bound to win.
Ling Feng looked at himself reflected on the table, his fists clenched, and the profound energy in his body surged.