The Glory of All Nations Chapter 64 The Three Sects
The fat shopkeeper raised his hand and firmly clamped the red light between his palms. His palms were very extraordinary. He had been tempering these iron palms all his life. What made him panic was that the red light was extremely hot, but
But it showed no sign of melting.
"Boom!"
With the loud noise, the floor tiles were blown away layer by layer, and the fat shopkeeper's body was buried to the knees in the soil due to Ling Feng's powerful strength.
Sweat appeared on the fat shopkeeper's forehead but disappeared immediately. He clenched his teeth and the light from his palms became more intense. The inn next to him had begun to burn, and black smoke filled the sky.
"Ahhh!"
The fat shopkeeper raised his head and roared, and the profound energy in his body turned into substantial flames and blasted towards Ling Feng crazily. Ling Feng grasped the red light in his hands, and the veins in his hands were like dragons. The blood energy around him was flowing endlessly, and his bloody hair was flying behind his head.
, the flames can’t make any waves on the blood.
The fat shopkeeper's hands were pressed down. He couldn't resist Ling Feng's power at all. Ling Feng suddenly raised the red light, and the red light suddenly left the fat shopkeeper's hands. Before he could turn around, his two palms collided hard.
Together, flames splashed out.
In his horrified eyes, Ling Feng's whole body of profound energy surged towards his head with a sword. The fat shopkeeper looked at the light of the sword above his head and closed his eyes in relief. His whole body's energy was released, and two tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
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The wind and waves hit him on the top of his head, between his eyebrows, and the fat shopkeeper suddenly remembered that silly boy who wanted food but not money in the cold winter. Because of this, he took him home, and he was so tiger-like that he named him "Little Tiger"
She has no wife or children in her life and treats him like her own son. She doesn't want to teach him martial arts to step out of the secular world and enter the strife of the mainland. She just wants him to inherit his own inn and become an ordinary innkeeper when he grows up, but he never wants to be
The Chen family that Ling Feng brought over was killed. He didn't dare to take revenge on the Chen family, so he could only attack Ling Feng. Now that he has ended up like this, he doesn't regret it.
I just felt sorry for Xiaohu. As a father, I couldn't protect him, so I could only die cowardly. But the red sword edge that was supposed to split his head with a sword suddenly stopped when it touched his forehead.
"laugh!"
The hot sword edge burned by his palms was imprinted on his forehead and the skin was instantly burned. He instinctively opened his eyes and looked at the sword blade in front of him. Ling Feng held the red light with one hand and did not chop it down. Fat Shopkeeper
I don't understand, and I have puzzled questions coming out of my mouth.
"Why, why!?"
At this moment, a scene appeared in the eyes of the onlookers. Next to the street was a burning inn. Dark clouds covered the sky. On the messy street, a young man held a red sword. Under the sword was a fat man half buried in the soil.
He looked at the young man with wide eyes.
"We're even."
Ling Feng smiled and said, with one hand, the red light disappeared from the head of the fat shopkeeper. Then Ling Feng patted the dust on his body and turned to leave. Someone threw a bottle of wine to Ling Feng, and Ling Feng took it with ease.
He poured wine into his mouth and drank while walking.
Ling Feng drew a long shadow on the street and walked slowly out of the city. The fat shopkeeper stared blankly at Ling Feng's back in the dirt. There was a scorch mark from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, and tears fell from his eyes.
Up and down, he murmured: "It's my son who died, not me..."
Ling Feng walked further and further away. The fat shopkeeper wiped away his tears and hurriedly climbed out of the soil and chased Ling Feng and shouted: "Stop, we are not even yet!"
"Evened out."
"No! Unless you kill me too."
"Pull it."
Under the setting sun, an embarrassed fat man chased behind a red-haired boy. The red-haired boy had bloody hair hanging down his head and was playing with a gold hairpin in his hand. The conversation between the two made everyone unable to calm down for a long time.
"Very handsome..."
Linglong Pharmacy, such a big movement naturally alarmed Ling Ruoyu. Ling Ruoyu wore a white veil on her face and an exquisite dress. She looked at the young man in the distance, the light shining in her beautiful eyes was so beautiful.
"No, he's so ugly. Looking at him with his disheveled hair, he's really slovenly!"
Lin'er gritted her teeth and said, although she also felt that Ling Feng did have a strange difference now.
"You two..."
Ling Ruoyu said with a smile, Lin'er quickly hugged her arm and helped Ling Ruoyu walk into the room. The two women chatted about something, not like a master and servant, but like sisters.
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"Is this where the soul ruins are?"
In the Qingxuan Mountains, dozens of people were scattered at the exit of the ancient tomb. The powerful auras of the first few among them made the surrounding mysterious energy become silent.
"Hey! It's so lively. Didn't the royal family come?"
A middle-aged man wearing wood-grained green clothes said. He looked very distinctive, with big eyes and a pointed chin, which made people feel uncomfortable. There were more than a dozen people following him, all of whom looked like
A very young person.
"The royal family does not need to run errands"
The man in white not far away looked at the entrance of the cave, his relatively delicate face as pale as a dead man.
"How long have you all been away from Jade Dragon Palace?"
The man in wood grain asked, and the man in white smiled: "Like everyone here, it's only been more than ten days, but Jia Ying, why didn't you go in first?"
Jia Ying raised his steps and led his disciple into the ancient tomb. A voice came from the darkness: "Why don't we leave now? You are pretending to be innocent and are more anxious than anyone else."
Bai Xinwu shook his head and followed suit. The other sects also immediately walked into the ancient tomb. In fact, they all knew that there would never be anything good left in it because their sect was too far away from here.
, more than ten days are enough for some heavenly kings to come and sweep this place.
This group of people walked straight into the main tomb chamber following the luminous pearls in the ground. A broken black turtle was placed in the center, surrounded by palm-sized mother cloud gold. There were many less spiritual treasures on the floor. Apparently, someone had
It was taken away by some means, and what is left are real treasures.
The eyes of dozens of people shone brightly when they saw it. This amount of mother cloud gold was enough for them to arm countless disciples, but it was not that simple.
"The mother cloud gold here has been divided. There is still some left. As for the spiritual treasures on the stage, each person takes one shot and takes it if he can. Otherwise, when the big shots come later, this land may still be there.
Are you here?"
Jia Ying said, and the leaders of other sects also agreed. If they insist on fighting for it, no one can really benefit. They are surrounded by the most talented people in their sects, and they just take this opportunity to hone their skills.
Fan, you must not fall here.
These groups were divided into three teams, including the Jade Dragon Palace disciples led by Bai Xinwu, the Qingmu Sect led by Jia Ying, and the Qishan Sect led by a man in yellow robes.
"Cangyu, you go."
Bai Xinwu said to a woman next to him. She was the cold and charming woman in the inn. She was wearing a white dress and carrying a blue steel sword. She looked like a cold beauty.
The young disciple's fiery eyes jumped to the black turtle.
The easiest way to get the recognition of a spiritual treasure is to use your own profound energy to break its shackles. Cangyu raised a brow. Although there are many spiritual treasures everywhere, not all of them are useful, and a large part of them are still beyond her reach.
After looking around carefully, she locked her eyes on a bracelet and bent down to touch it. At the same time, all the profound energy in her spiritual palace roared out to fight against the spiritual treasure. Then Cang Yu saw the surprised eyes of all the sect disciples.
He picked up the bracelet and put it on his hand. His face remained expressionless, and he retreated to Bai Xinwu's side without saying a word.
"Hey! At the eighth level of Pulse Refining, you have good vision. Why don't you marry me, the Qingmu Sect?"
Jia Ying said with a smile. Originally, he was just talking, but Bai Xinwu's face suddenly turned gloomy and said to Jia Ying: "Pay attention to your identity."
"They are all affiliated sects of the Tianyu Kingdom. You are nothing like me. Isn't it because the emperor has given you more power than me?"
Jia Ying didn't have the demeanor of a master at all. He was a strong man of the fifth level of Tongxuan, but he talked like a gangster. But everyone present knew his temperament. Such a temperament would endear him to his disciples, just because he didn't know how to do it.
Keeping a straight face can easily offend people.
"Stop, stop, my family."
The man in yellow robe waved his hand and said, Bai Xinwu and Jia Ying glanced at him, Bai Xinwu said nothing and continued to let the disciples go up, but except for Cangyu, no one appeared who could get the spiritual treasure, or even bear it
Unable to hold back the power of Lingbao, he vomited blood and retreated.
"I'll give you Yue Ji some face."
Jia Ying snorted coldly and said nothing. He watched the people in the Jade Dragon Palace fall back one by one. Until the last one, no one could get another spiritual treasure. He stood behind Bai Xinwu with a sigh.
"Go, don't disgrace me, the Qingmu Sect. You, Elder Su, take the position of city lord here, and you have a lot of good things in your hands."
Jia Ying said to his disciples: "Mu Pu, don't let that woman compare you."
The man called Mu Ren stood up, wearing a green robe, but his green robe was different from that of other disciples. If we want to compare, those ordinary disciples' clothes were dead green, but his looked as if they were alive.
The feeling of never ending.
"Mu? The chief disciple of the Qingmu Sect, haha."
Empress Qishan, a tall man next to Yue Ji sneered in a low voice, which made Yue Ji frown: "Yue Wu, stay calm."
"Okay third uncle."
Yue Wu said, crossing his thick arms on his chest and watching Mu Pu walk up to the black turtle.
Mu Pu took a deep breath. He knew that he had to do better than others present this time, otherwise Jia Yingna would not be able to solve it easily.
He looked at the spiritual treasures all over the place, and there were all of them. Then he walked a few steps and stretched out his hand to the one at his feet, and the onlookers discussed in low voices.
"The second disciple of Qishan Sect's seventh-level pulse refining tried that spiritual treasure just now, and he was so shocked that he vomited blood."
"Can Mu Ren do it?"
"I think it should be possible, but it will be a little more difficult."
Mu Ren's whole body of profound energy stirred up, and rushed into this spiritual treasure. For a moment, the white and green lights were entangled, and then in the surprised eyes of all the sect disciples, the white light was fiercely pressed into the spiritual treasure. Finally,
When there was no more movement, Mu Ren picked up the spiritual treasure, but he had never seen anything like it before. It was a piece of white jade bone armor, only the size of a palm. He didn't know what it was used for.