Chapter 417: Purple Lake

"You ... what do you want to do?" Fu Jixiang's face changed abruptly, and the group of people around him were all fierce and wicked, exuding a striking momentum.
Fu Jixiang also saw the disciples of Lingbaoge among this group of people, and he hurriedly shouted, "Liu Yuan, Zhang Ke, what are you doing? You can't come!"
But those Lingbao Pavilion disciples ignored him at all.
Fu Jixiang's face was even more ugly. He looked at Ning Wufeng with a burning gaze, and yelled, "What are you doing to them?"
Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly and said lightly, "You still have a mood, worrying about them? You can't protect yourself now."
With a wave of his hand, Fu Jixiang's eyelids beating violently, more than twenty people surrounded him together and took down seven people from Lingbao Pavilion.
Huli looked at Ning Wufeng curiously, this guy's behavior was always so unexpected.
Ning Wufeng's team once again added seven people, greatly increasing their strength.
The Lingquan, which was found by Fu Jixiang and others, was also occupied by Ning Wufeng. However, he was branded by Ning Wufeng, daring to be angry but not to speak.
After the sixth Lingquan refining, Ning Wufeng felt that the tempering of the skin was about to reach its limit. Spiritual power flows through the skin and emits an amber light.
At this time, what Ning Wufeng was doing in the place of inheritance was also spread by ghost inflammation.
"Have you heard? There was a slave-slayer mad from Xijian Academy. Twenty or thirty people had fallen into his hands." The surviving disciples whispered.
"Yeah, we must be united," someone said secretly.
The news also spread to Han Yi's ears. Han Yi has just refined the second Lingquan. The whole body's spiritual power was inadvertently emitted. Although some inferior beasts coveted, they did not dare to approach.
"Son, are we going to take action too?" The uncle behind him said with some worry.
"It's just a group of black people." Han Yi hummed softly, his face disdainful.
The two went one after the other and continued to look for the next Lingquan.
And as soon as they were not far away, Ning Wufeng's "army" hurriedly arrived.
"What's going on? This Lingquan is gone?" Ning Wufeng frowned, and he had discovered that the two Lingquans had been refined.
"Han Yi, that guy." He looked pale and muttered.
Of the ten spiritual springs, he refined six, Han Yi refined two, and two remained.
"You have to hurry up, otherwise you can't finish your skin refining." He murmured, and when he was about to split his way, he headed for the two remaining Lingquans.
Finally, most of the time, Ning Wufeng looked at the ninth Lingquan.
Unexpectedly, he met his old friend, Gui Yan again.
Guiyan is almost going crazy, three Lingquans, three whole Lingquans!
He had not had time to be happy, and could only watch the Lingquan be occupied by Ning Wufeng.
"Hate!" The ghost trembled with anger, clenched his fists, and roared. The blue-faced ghost he used to draw away the beasts was just finished, there was no use for it.
The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth rose slightly. This guy was slippery. He caught it so many times without catching it that he lost interest.
Under Guiyan's gaze, he swayed into Lingquan.
Spiritual power is surging, and the violent light is irritating. Guiyan was bleeding in his heart. He gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
In the Lingquan, Ning Wufeng had a calm look at this moment, and a crystalline light appeared on the surface of the skin.
For a moment, a mighty momentum spread out from him.
In the midst of the spirit world!
The skin exuded a glazed luster, and the purple lake instantly doubled, and an immense momentum emanated from him.
"It's great." Ning Wufeng licked his lips, and there was a flash of fineness in his eyes.
The tenth Lingquan!
He frowned slightly, and the mark of consciousness previously stamped had disappeared.
"go."
A group of people went towards the tenth spiritual spring.
As soon as he was near the tenth Lingquan, Ning Wufeng could not help but brow, and saw five or six corpses lying in a distance.
Guijia Guiyi took five or six people and confronted Han Yi's uncle from the air. Their faces were full of panic, and this man was too strong.
"Master!" Seeing Ning Wufeng coming, Guijia Guiyi was relieved, and hurried to come over.
Ning Wufeng moved slightly and looked at the man.
The nagging was shameless from his looks, and a short rag. Hold a long sword in his hand, exuding an amazing momentum.
"Go!" He looked at Ning Wufeng and spit out two words.
Ning Wufeng touched his nose, his face moved slightly, and said, "Good arrogant guy, this is about to bite people everywhere!"
When I heard the sound, my pupils suddenly shrank, and a sharp sword burst from my pupils, which was close to Ning Wufeng's mind.
In his opinion, Ning Wufeng is only a speculator, and it is the result of accidental hitting that he can go up to now. So he was rather disdainful of Ning Wufeng.
Divine knowledge turned into a sword and forced Ning Wufeng.
The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth was raised slightly, but there was a monk who wanted to crush him with the power of God?
His face moved slightly, and the powerful sacred power comparable to that of the false dandelion swept out like a tide, instantly dispersing the obedient sword of consciousness.
The cricket snorted, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding. A terrified expression appeared on his face, but he did not expect that Ning Wufeng's consciousness was so huge!
How could this be?
Behind the faces of Guijia Guiyi and others were horrified. The strength of Han Yi's obedience was strong, but they saw it with their own eyes, killing them five or six people in a row, and they scared them away.
And Ning Wufeng actually met for the first time, and let the uncle suffer a lot of losses. Their impression of Ning Wufeng immediately changed dramatically.
Especially those slaves who were forced to subdue by Ning Wufeng to bully more and less, had a look of astonishment.
Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly, pointed to the tenth Lingquan, and said, "Let Han Yi roll out, I want this Lingquan!"
He changed from his face, and suddenly said suddenly: "Ning Wufeng, I advise you not to find your own way, if you anger our son, his anger is not yours!"
His sword light ran across, blocking him.
Ning Wufeng showed a playful expression on his face and chuckled: "I don't think you have recognized the situation yet. Who is stronger and who is weaker now, have you not counted it?"
"Sister, it's up to you!"
The next moment, Ning Wufeng turned his head abruptly, looked at Huli for help, and said flatteringly. The powerful image established in front of everyone collapsed instantly.
"Why? This guy is the late strength of the spirit world, of course, let my sister teach him well." Ning Wufeng said earnestly.
Ji Cong and Huli are both strengths in the later stages of the spirit state. And Huli is only one line away from the false Dan realm. The spiritual power of Linglu and Lingquan is useless to them. If they go further, I am afraid that the inheritance place will reject them.
So these two people should be the strongest combat power in the inheritance.
Huli's cold eyes glanced at Ning Wufeng, her clothes fluttered, and ice flowers swelled under her feet, attacking her in the past.
He shrank from his pupils, and did not expect that there was such a strong opponent in the inheritance land, and he could not help making the cold behind him abruptly, and Jianguang spurred to cut into Huli.
After the two of them fought, Ning Wufeng pointed at Lingquan and shouted, "Bring me your strongest attack. I'd like to see how long this guy can hide in Lingquan!"
The slaves all rushed forward.
In the Lingquan, Han Yi felt like a mess in his heart. He could hear everything that happened outside Lingquan clearly, but he finally found an opportunity to make a breakthrough, and he could make a breakthrough by looking at it. He never expected Ning Wufeng to send someone to interfere.
In this way, Han Yi can only suppress the desire for breakthrough in his heart, his face is gloomy like water, and his heart is angry.
Uh ...
A sword light rose into the sky, the sword air was vertical and horizontal, the cold air was surging dazzling light.
Bang ...
The monk near Lingquan was rushed out and hit the ground.
"I'd like to see who dares to scream in front of this boy!" Han Yi's eyes were clear, and two swords and eyes shot like Ning Wufeng.
How proud he is, one of the two arrogant in the Winter Palace, was born with a golden key from childhood to much attention. Now being bullied by Ning Wufeng, how can I bear it?
Ning Wufeng tilted his head and saw his eyes spitting fire. He couldn't help but chuckled: "Yo, isn't this Grandpa Han? I didn't expect you to crouch in Lingquan."
"Dalit, you dare to break me!" Han Yi's breakthrough opportunity was interrupted by Ning Wufeng, letting him break out, and he growled loudly in anger.
This group of people who have never been seen by his "opponents" actually have such ignorant people!
In his opinion, the Cang Lan King's inheritance must be him. This group of people want to compete with him, it is beyond their control!
Han Yi's gaze was like electricity, which was close to Ning Wufeng.
Uh ...
A sword of light burst out and volleyed!
Ning Wufeng licked his lips, reflecting the amber light all over the body, and finally the sculpted pouch could finally find someone to train with.
With a bang, Ning Wufeng punched out, blocking the sword of Han Yi stiffly.
Their bodies broke apart.
Ning Wufeng looked down and saw a blood stain on the back of his hand. He sighed softly and muttered, "It seems that the seven spiritual springs are not enough."
He grabbed it in the air, and the puppetized magic technique unfolded, absorbing the spiritual fluid of the spiritual spring from the air. Absorbed the power of the seven spiritual springs, the spiritual fluid was not enough to corrode his bones.
The spirit fountain was constantly immersed in him, and a majestic spiritual force spread out instantly.
And Han Yi watched this Lingquan be refined by Ning Wufeng, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves. The sword that he blasted out, leaving only a thumb-length blood mark on the back of Ning Wufeng's hand.
How could this be?
He only hesitated for a moment, and the tenth Lingquan was absorbed by Ning Wufeng.
After the ten Lingquan disappeared, the sky suddenly changed color, and two black and white lights drew down. The sky began to spin sharply.
Yinyang Purple Lake is now!