Chapter 87: Throw it up

C_t; "咚"
Ling Feng's face ‘color’ is like ice, his eyes are angry and angry. His footsteps fall on the first stone steps, making a dull voice, making everyone notice. [There are almost all the books I want to read. It is much more stable than the average station. There is no advertisement for the whole text. ]. More recent chapter visits: ww.
The sound was not caused by Ling Wushan's suppression, but the sound that Lingfeng stepped on.
As everyone said, Ling Qing is his anti-scale. When Ling Qing was propped up with a few thin bones, he was not given up.
She ate too much pain, and one person suffered too much pain, but without her, Ling Feng was already dead.
Now, no one can bully Ling Qing, otherwise it will kill!
Ling Feng is angry, every step contains a terrible suffocation, he is flying, and his body is getting colder and colder.
"kill!"
He only said one word, but even Lee 'Mongolian', Jin Jin and others were shuddering, and the sound was lost all around, and only one person was taking a step.
"咚咚"
Ling Feng’s body is very stable, and there is no whirlwind of the military’s cyclone. He now has a silver treasure of 20,000 jins. The suppression on Lingwu Mountain, even if it is the ninety-ninth order, is just tickling for him. .
It can be said that on the Lingwu Mountain, the combat power that Ling Feng can exert will be even more terrifying.
He took nine steps in succession, and the pace was heavy. He climbed to the tenth order, and that appearance fell in the eyes of Wu Yue, but he was self-effacing, even the tenth order was so heavy, can he climb up?
"A cocky guy, want to kill me?"
Wu Yuesen sneered, his eyes flashing with the knives, and said, "Let's wait for you to come on and say it."
Wu Yue was very confident. He turned his head and did not return to the ground. He walked up.
At the beginning, he only climbed the 55th level. It did not break the highest record of Ling Wushan's history. It has always been his regret, and now he is here to fulfill this wish.
A ceremonial airflow enveloped the top of the head. Wu Yue’s body was ‘t’ and pulled up step by step. Compared with Jin Jin and Li’s, he really had to take too much.
"咚咚"
After a few steps, he was on the 50th floor, and the suppression was getting stronger and stronger. For him, everything could not stop him.
"Five-fifth order!"
He went all out in one go, and he kept on the fifth and fifth steps. This was his height, he tried his best, and even he was half lying on it.
However, now he can easily reach it.
"Sixty-sixth order, is it the highest record ever in Lingwu College?"
Suddenly, Wu Yue turned to look at Xia Yun, the elders and other people. In the eyes of the inexplicable and different people, his mouth raised a hint of ridicule. (>>>cotton, flower ‘sugar’ small ’’)
Then he turned quickly and climbed up quickly. Every step fell, with a dull voice.
Obviously, although it is a martial artist, the suppression is extremely powerful, and he feels difficult.
"Is that guy still alive in memory?"
Under Lingwu Mountain, everyone is grinning, and the sixty-sixth order is the highest record?
That Wu Yue is too naive, really Lingwu Academy is a soft persimmon, you can arbitrarily smash, the real master is already behind him.
"Oh, it’s just a martial artist, yelling a 'hair' line!"
The younger generation of the family is cold drinking, and they are scornful of Wu Yue’s work, waiting to see jokes.
"If he is not relying on WISCO, can he board it?"
Li Jiayi is a sneer.
A year ago, some people took advantage of the powerful blood ‘meat’ and easily boarded the sixty-sixth order, breaking the record. What is his strength now?
"Small moon, don't cry at the end!"
Someone sneered, and it is already possible to foresee the end of Wu Yue.
Because, the speed of climbing the mountain is still missing, one step at a time, light and calm, as usual.
"咚咚"
The arrogance of Ling Feng is getting heavier and heavier, and the light of white ‘Mongoing’ ‘Meng’ has blossomed on his body, and he has already reached the 40th stage.
He paced his foot and looked at Wu Yue, his eyes flashing a bloodthirsty light.
"Kid, don't be awkward, you want to give the Lingwu College a head, you are still tender."
Wu Yue turned around and smiled coldly.
He naturally regards Ling Feng as a little boy, I am afraid that he has not passed the Lingwu assessment yet. It is very good to be able to climb the 40th.
But how can he compare with him?
Ling Feng took a deep breath, and calmly said. "In fact, I want to calm down, or I am afraid to kill you!"
This sentence is very calm and violent, and Wu Yue is not in the eye.
Undoubtedly, everyone in Lingwu Mountain laughed. The guy is still this kind of ‘sex’, and a martial artist can despise it. Lingwu Mountain is his battlefield.
One year has passed, even Xia Yun and the elders want to have a look, how big is the progress of Ling Feng?
"Kid, I will make you die very badly!"
The smile on Wu Yue’s face, such as the cracked ice, suddenly collapsed.
However, he did not return to Ling Feng, he has to wait for the latter to go out, here is Ling Wushan, the latter if not even qualified for the sixty-sixth order, and is not qualified to fight him.
"There is the ability to climb to the highest peak!"
Wu Yue squinted at the wind and strode up.
"Boom"
He stepped on the sixty-sixth step, and the whole person's face was 'red' red, and for a time, he looked down and the whole person was stunned.
He boarded the highest peak ever in Lingwu College!
"The sixty-sixth order suppression, but this is the case, Lingwushan is just that!"
He laughed and took the dark face of Xia Yun and others into the eye, and then he walked toward the higher point of Lingwu Mountain.
"The sixty-sixth order is arrogant, and the young man has already surpassed it a year ago."
Ling Feng grinned.
"what did you say?"
That Wu Yue’s face was 'color', and immediately ‘yin’ stared at Ling Feng.
You are the most talented disciple of Lingwu College?

"well!"
Not waiting for Ling Feng to answer, Wu Yue has already smirked a smile, said: "Look, who is the first person to climb the ninety-ninth order!"
When the voice fell, the jingjing airflow on his body rushed out of the two, shrouded him and propped up a powerful repressive force.
"Oh, is that Wu Yue a funny ratio?"
"The first person on the ninety-ninth order?"
For a time, people laughed and they all began to sympathize with Wu Yue, who was simply an innocent child.
"pitiful!"
Xia Yun’s face was red, and he wanted to laugh. Wu Yue was promoted to the martial artist. Compared with Ling Feng, there is still a big difference. The latter did not use the cyclone of the military.
"The first person, unfortunately you are not worthy!"
Ling Feng's face ‘color’ is getting colder and colder. He stood on the forty steps and said nothing, until Wu Yue boarded the 70th order.
He flashed his eyes and his footsteps. The whole person was like a wind, flying up, and under the suppression of two kilograms, he actually ran.
Rao is, everyone has already known the horror of Ling Feng, but still can not help but be shocked.
How can the blood 'meat' body be strong enough to this extent? !
"you!"
Wu Yue immediately lost the 'color', and the face 'color' was ugly. On the 70th order, he seemed to be struggling. He did not rely on the martial arts airflow, and it was difficult for him to board.
And that boy... is that still a person? !
"咚咚"
Ling Wushan gently trembled, Lingfeng speed is very fast, such as flat, a few breaths, has come to Wu Yue's side.
"Ninety-nine steps, Xiaoye did it a year ago!"
He licked his mouth and said such a sentence, and Wu Yue’s face was suddenly white.
His head is smashed up. The ninety-ninth step is his current strength. He must do his best. How can the latter do it? !
"Haha, poor child!"
At this time, Ling Wushan had already laughed, and some people even hugged their stomachs and laughed ‘pick’.
I have never seen such a naive, self-righteous guy.
When Wu Yue was surprised, Ling Feng shot his hand and grabbed Wu Yue’s neck and raised the latter.
He sneered. "You don't want to fight at the highest peak of Lingwu Mountain?"
"Now I am fulfilling you!"
"you wanna die!"
Wu Yue was furious and his face was straight. He was stupid and crazy. He turned out to be a clown and threw his face home.
The next moment, he blasted out of the crystallization of Wujing, forming a dagger, and assassination to Ling Feng.
"Oh, it’s late!"
Ling Feng flashed sideways and escaped the attack. Then he raised his hand and took a huge force. He directly threw Wu Yue on the 80th order of Lingwu Mountain.
" !"
For a moment, the pressure surged, and when Wu Yue was unprepared, he suddenly fell awkwardly, and the dog licked it on the stone steps.
"嗷"
His screaming screams, his nose and bones are broken, his nose is spurting out, and he is going to go crazy. This is a shameful shame. He is a hidden disciple. When was this insult? !
Followed by the violent movement of his warriors, the support of the force was supported, staring at the eyes, looking behind.
"Look for me?"
Ling Feng smiled very cold, and it was in the eyes of Wu Yue in the blink of an eye, followed by lightning and grabbed Wu Yue’s neck.
"You..." Wu Yue's hole was cold and shrinking, and he slammed back.
Unfortunately, it is too late.
"嗖"
So, he flew again, and was thrown into the 90th order by Ling Feng. The moment he suppressed his power with horror, and fell on him. His body was like a stone, and he slammed into the ground.
"Boom"
His head squatted on the ground, only to see the eyes of Venus, the body seems to be invisible, the life of the shackles, can not climb for a short time.
"咚咚"
Ling Feng kept on foot, followed by Wu Yue, and stepped on the 90th step in ten steps. The pressure for him was unconscious.
"嗖"
The next moment, Wu Yue flew again. This time he was even more tragic. He was thrown into the ninety-nine-order, five thousand kilograms of suppression power, and suddenly landed, causing him to spurt his nose and nose, and his teeth were smashed.
Even the jingjing airflow was suppressed by the stock, and it was suddenly blown up. For a moment, he smashed, and his face 'color' became paler and paler. He did not expect that he would be thrown up like this and pressed there. No bombs can be read;
Face... still?
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