Chapter 1622: Fate

"Good luck..."
This seed of Soul Beads is the culprit that caused the thunder disaster just now...
To be honest, if you change to another refiner, you can't keep it, you will definitely choose to destroy the treasure and save your life when it causes thunder.
But when I met Lin Fei, this luck was really good...
At this moment, the seeds of the Soul Bead seemed to feel Lin Fei's gaze. After Lin Fei's palm, after a toss, a sudden burst of speed suddenly turned into a streamer, towards the outside world, and rapid Escaped.
"It's very energetic."
Lin Fei was not surprised, but just chuckled and raised his hand.
Suddenly, the air within six miles of Friday seemed to be instantly frozen.
The escaped Soul Soul Seed is so frozen in the air...
Followed by this, the seeds of the Soul of Souls were like a force majeure. They were dragged back little by little...
In the end, it fell back to Lin Fei.
At the beginning, it was still in Lin Fei's hands, struggling for a while, as if not reconciled, but when Lin Fei raised his finger and flicked it gently, it was a violent tremor as a whole, and the smoky cloud inside was up, as if Overall, it may break apart at any time.
It took half a quarter of an hour to make the seeds of the Soul Soul be finally eased down, and I was completely afraid to make it, just like a quail...
"not bad."
Lin Fei glanced at it with satisfaction, and when he was born, he got something great, and it would inevitably be a bit reckless and somewhat difficult to control.
However, the more reckless this is, it means that its aura is full and the potential is greater.
"In the future, I'll call you Qianshenzhu."
Lin Fei thought about it, and he named it casually. This is after all born out of Wanhunzhu, and although its potential is great, it is difficult to exceed its ancestors. Qianhunzhu is just right...
However, after hearing this name, Qianshenzhu struggled for a while, as if it was a random name.
However, Lin Fei apparently didn't mean to listen to the opinions, so he beat them up and suppressed the opposition.
As Lin Fei was preparing to continue his training, a cautious voice came from the direction outside the valley.
"Brother Lin, can I come in?"
It was Ning Xuan who spoke.
However, when Ning Xuan approached his own valley, he seemed to be faced with landmines. He stood there cautiously, not daring to take a step, that look, as if he walked in, he would die, and he would not dare to step in one step. Into...
"What's wrong with you? Is there anything you can't enter?" Lin Fei gave him a strange look: "Isn't it right in here?"
"..."
Hearing this, Ning Xuan was about to cry.
Damn, Brother Lin, listen to it yourself, are you talking about all human words?
What does it mean that you are not there?
Nonsense, of course you are going to be inside. Isn't this Thunder Tribulation the one you brought in?
You are good, but the thunderstorm just happened to scare me to death, OK...
This kind of place that has just been ravaged by thunder robbery, we normal people, dare not come in, OK?
Unfortunately, these words, Ning Xuan is also destined to only think about it in his heart, and dare not say it if he is killed.
Finally, he forcibly grinned and extruded a reluctant smile and said, "Nothing, nothing, I can go in or out, so what, I just say, there is a customer outside to see..."
"Isn't it saying that I am busy and do not accept any visits?" Lin Fei frowned.
"I can't help it here either, but the young patriarch of the Wu clan, along with his elder brother..." Speaking of this, Ning Xuan knew that Lin Fei might not be very clear. Such characters in the desert ruins have been the other party's Identity life, gave a detailed introduction.
However, for Lin Fei, this introduction has little effect...
After all, there is really no time to take care of it now, and we need to tune the seeds of the Soul Beads, and we have to rehabilitate the underworld, and we must continue to refine the few magic weapons in the next auction. Come in person, otherwise, Lin Fei is really not interested to see.
However, just before the rejection, Lin Fei suddenly thought of something and said, "Wait, let them in."
"it is good."
Ning Xuan stayed here, already uncomfortable. After hearing this, he immediately left the place.
After a while, they led Wushan and walked in.
"Oh, I have long heard that there is a master of refining in the ruins of the ruins, and I always wanted to visit. Today I finally had a chance."
With a loud voice, the burly Wu Ming stepped in.
Although he is very strong, the whole person has a very strong and sturdy atmosphere, but the seemingly careless movements, in every move, are quite decent, not in the witch tribe. There are often rudeness.
Even if you look closely, there is a bit of the temperament of the outside monk...
At this moment, after seeing Lin Fei, he was stunned for a while, and even the voice stopped. After looking at Lin Fei carefully, he said a little strangely: "Are we in Where have you seen, I think Brother Lin seems a bit familiar?"
Hearing this, Lin Fei was a little stunned, and then he laughed: "Oh, it's not a secret, this is the first time I have come to the ruins..."
"It's not necessarily a ruin..." Wu Ming recalled there carefully for a while, but still had no clue, frowning and said: "I have walked in many worlds outside, and I might meet... Wait, it seems like that It’s not right, if you meet an excellent refiner like you in the outside world, you shouldn’t have no impression, is it..."
Speaking of which, Wu Ming looked at Lin Fei carefully and suddenly said, "I really have a relationship with Brother Lin?"
Originally, Wushan thought that his big brother was about to say something terrible. At that time, his ears were raised, and he wanted to listen to those external experiences that Wu Ming had refused to tell.
But when I heard this, I suddenly couldn't hear it anymore. I rely on it. This is a bit too much.
There is no reason to meet someone casually. If this is the opening remark, your opening remark is a bit outdated...
Wushan endured the urge to vomit, dragging the sleeve of his big brother, beckoning not to pull the ones that were missing, and quickly cut to the point.