Chapter 667: a dagger in the spiriting beads

The 667th chapter of the devouring bead
indeed!
After the end of the battle, Ye Xinran couldn't help it. He took the lead to give Ling Feng a little color to look at. The latter pitted her in Tianfeng City, and how her character can bear.
Even if she can't beat him, she can be half-dead and make her happy.
I don't know when, the little demon in Ye Xinran's heart was awakened by Ling Feng, and did not afflict the latter. She always felt that something had not been done yet, and there was always a regret in her heart.
Although she knew it was a very dangerous signal, she couldn't help but do it.
"Give me a reason not to hit you." Ye Xinran said coldly, but her mouth rose, inadvertently, showing a gorgeous smile, but, fleeting, no one saw this Fanghua.
"Then you still beat me."
Ling Feng can't wait to bury his head in his chest. It's too shameful, and he is crying when he is wrong.
You thought I was willing to be seriously injured every time!
At the top of the Flying Peak, if he does not die, then Ye Xinran and the proud bird cannot come back alive.
At the time of the dealer, he and the Tsundere bird did their best and used the magic stone to kill the first-class Wu Zun. This time, he alone led the people against the gods, the blood to kill the drug martial artists, and killed two. Class Wu Zun.
Whoever is on the body is not seriously injured.
However, he fell in the arms of Ye Xinran three times in a row, which is already shameful. What is even more hateful is that he is in the arms of Ye Xinran, but he is only a subconscious move. After all, it is softer and more comfortable.
The problem is that he is now being caught by Ye Xinran. Is he going to explain to Ye Xinran that it is not intentional.
God knows, Ye Xinran will not believe.
"This reason is very good." Ye Xinran said with a sneer.
"So, you won't hit me?" Ling Feng was overjoyed and couldn't help but raise his head. Then he felt his body light and his eyes were swollen.
"Hey!"
He fell to the ground, and one eyelid was already dark. It looked like a panda. The temperament of Ling Feng gnashed his teeth. He really didn't mean it. Although she was fragrant in her arms, she could blame him.
However, he also knows this kind of thing, saying that there is no credibility at all, just lying on the ground and pretending to die.
Now, he doesn't even dare to go out of the grotto, holding a panda's eye, I am afraid that he will let the anti-God people cast a different vision. Is it that those who do not know the truth think that he even beats a woman? But?
Do not!
"I just don't beat a woman!" Ling Feng thought.
"I will challenge you as soon as possible," Ye Xinran snorted and turned to go out.
"..."
Ling Feng was angry, and jumped up in an instant, angered.. "I refuse!"
This woman is too irritating. She has already punched herself and challenged herself. Isn’t this the face of everyone, and violently smashing herself?
His brilliant image of Little Lord will be destroyed, and most crucially, he sent the bracelet she had worn on the wrist, and she had already received a human, and punch to vent their anger, and also beat him, It’s just that!
"I know what you are thinking."
Ye Xinran glanced at Ling Feng, cold and overbearing. "But, I don't have to beat you, I really have nothing to do."
"puff……"
Ling Feng spit out three old blood in his heart. He felt that he was the most sad person on the Shenwu continent.
Looking at the graceful body of Ye Xinran’s cool departure, Ling’s gnashing teeth, this violent and savage and unreasonable woman, she just wants to beat herself, is there any reason?
Ling Feng secretly vowed that once he advanced to Wu Zun, he must beat the latter's fart, stocks, and chest. Then he fell to the ground and continued to lie, secretly decided not to compete with Ye Xinran. Before the strength, he will never walk out of the grotto.
Never die!
Rub her chest and let her cry!
Three days later, Ling Feng recovered from injury. However, he lived and died in the grottoes. He pretended to understand the ancient warfare skills. He did not walk out of the grottoes, so that he could not be beaten by the Lord of the Gods. Risk, enter and pull out the wind?
The mountain wind is slowly.
Ye Xinran glanced at the grotto where Ling Feng was located, and looked at the jade bracelet on his wrist. He smiled like a spring breeze and moistened things.
I don’t know when to start, the direct teacher wants to beat him more.
"The three major forces have been removed from the name, and the anti-God wants to stabilize the armed state, and it will take some time to penetrate." Sitting in the grotto, Ling Feng muttered to himself, Wu Guo is not a wild secret, against the gods as much as possible Low-key, secretly cultivate forces.
And it is not a good thing to want to let the anti-God infiltrate into every city in the Wu Kingdom. This needs to be completed step by step.
However, the anti-God will not wait too long, they will go to the Shenwu continent and fight against the genius, so everyone will not slack off.
"The power of God is not enough to concise, want to advance, I am afraid that it is impossible for the time being." Ling Feng frowned, and Guwu combat skills is indeed a crucial step.
For example, the locks and dragons are more shocking than the people.
This is indeed the focus of his next move, but it is not so anxious.
"Little guy, have you forgotten me?" At this moment, the lazy voice came from the spirited beads.
The sad voice of the purple wind pulled Ling Feng back from the meditation to the reality, which made Ling Feng could not help but laugh. The latter was so sad that he was imprisoned for so many years, although he swallowed various herbs and medicinal herbs. But it has always been suppressed under Wu Sheng.
"Purple old, I thought you were sleeping again." Ling Feng grinned.
"You are a little bastard." Purple wind said indignantly.
That battle, the movement was so big, even in the spiriting beads, he was affected, sleeping a wool.
"Purple old, I have a bad temper recently, you don't want to stimulate me." Ling Feng said.
"..."
Although the purple-smelling teeth are itchy, they can only swallow their voices.
Ling Feng is very satisfied with the attitude of the purple wind, smiles. "Now I am also a five-level Wu Sheng, and there is a world of difference with the original Wu Ling, you can try it, but I can't guarantee it.

"Then try to do it." Purple wind sighs, when he was Wu Zun can not open the spirit beads, unless it is the Valkyrie, otherwise, this spirit beads is invincible.
However, Ling Feng's physique is very special, can refine a point, but also allows him to draw more strength, seeing a trace of hope is always good.
"Let's get started!"
Ling Feng looked like a smear, and he took out a few pieces of blood, such as blood Dan, wrapped in the power of the gods.
At the beginning, when he refining the spirit beads, he was swallowed up. If it wasn't for the purple wind, he might be sucked in. Therefore, he had to make enough preparations to avoid accidents.
"come on!"
The next moment, Ling Feng lightly sighed, and Dan Tianzhong's five powerful powers, now, wrapped his fingers.
"Hey!"
When the power of the gods poured into the spiriting beads, it was like a cracked earth, swallowed wildly, which made the Lingfeng look dignified. He felt that the latter was a bottomless pit.
"Hey..."
The air is turbulent, and it can be seen faintly. A small cyclone is formed above the devouring bead. Like the big mouth of the demon, it is swallowing the sea and letting the power of the enchanting wind disappear rapidly.
However, after this scene lasted for an hour, Ling Feng looked amazed. He felt that the Lingzhu bead was like a huge void space, filled with the power of the gods, and constantly extended towards the end.
This is very different from three years ago.
At that time, his three forces were as difficult as entering the mud, but now it is like a broken bamboo. There is no big hindrance at all. This surprised him and he was shocked.
"This is not a general thing, but a weapon of the ancient warrior!"
Ling Feng is amazed. This scene is not caused by the powerful realm, but the power of the gods. It is the root of refining.
Because even Wu Sheng wants to refine the spirit beads, it will inevitably be hindered, but he clearly feels the excitement of the spirit beads and the power of the gods, which only stimulates the broken edge of the ancients. When it happens, it can happen.
"The murderer of the ancient warrior."
When the purple wind slammed, I immediately understood it. No wonder even Wu Zun could do nothing. It was because only the ancient force could really refine it and control it.
Immediately, he also ecstasy.
"Hey..."
The power of the gods is constantly spreading. It is like the eye of Ling Feng. It sees the magnificent splendid beads. It is like a sea of ​​enclaves, boundless and dark, and Ling Feng feels depressed.
After three hours, the power of the spirit of Ling Feng began to dim.
Immediately, he crushed the pieces of blood, such as blood, let the violent drug, flooded in and made up for his collapse, and then the power of the gods violently continually penetrated...
It is dark.
The sky is bright again.
Ling Han’s cold sweat on his forehead ticks down, and his heart is shocked. The spirited beads are much more terrible than he imagined. They have swallowed up so much power of sacredness, still seemingly unable to see the end.
"call!"
He took a deep breath and let his dizzy head wake up a few minutes. Then he swallowed five pieces of blood, so that the power of the gods was incomparably violent, and madly poured into the spirited beads. .
Since it wants to swallow, let it swallow it.
Now that it has been found to be a weapon of the ancient warrior, it is necessary to take a look at it, its true face.
"Hey..."
Finally, after Lingfeng insisted for three days, the power of the gods extended to the core of the spiriting beads, and there, Ling Feng saw a cyclone, which swirled like a flying fly, with a faint airflow around it. .
It is illusory, like a star.
Only three feet in size, but the endless ancient atmosphere, and a small dagger in the core, there is a crack on it, as experienced by a battle, but the ultimate fierce light is to crush This is the world.