: 311. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (the first is to subscribe for a monthly ticket!)

Lin Feng's gaze shifted from Sang Luohe to Shi Xingyun, his eyes gently smashed.
"This girl feels something is wrong, her spirit is very special." Shi Xingyun's mana fluctuations, Lin Feng can see the bottom at a glance, but the soul of this thing, if the other party himself is not stunned, even the gods can not see through .
However, Lin Feng looked at Shi Xingyun, and she always felt that her soul was a bit strange. This made Lin Feng very interested: "It seems that the sorcerer of Beibei, this time may have to kick the iron plate."
Sang Luohe walked slowly to the side of the Zanglong pot, but did not enter the Zanglong pot like the stone nebula, but sat on the ground with his knees.
The audience watched him curiously, but he saw Sang Luohe sitting on the ground, closing his eyes, and his face was serene and serene, just like falling asleep.
"What is he doing? Don't you go into the Hidden Dragon Pot?" Many people in the crowd have such questions in their minds.
Only a few people can vaguely see that Sang Luohe's head floats a faint light and shadow, turning into a streamer into the Hidden Dragon pot.
Zhu Yi turned to Lin Feng and asked: "Master, is that the soul of Sang Luohe? But, how could it be like this?"
The monk's soul is awkward, and the more powerful the Taoism is, the stronger the soul will be, and the more descriptive posture after the embarrassment.
The spirit of the Yuan Ying period monk is out of the eye, and it falls into the eyes of others. It is generally the same as the real person. The Jin Dan period monk has a strong soul and is extremely clear and agile, as if it is condensed into a solid.
Sang Luohe specializes in the soul of the gods, but after his sorrow, he is under the sun. It is as vague as a shadow, almost transparent.
Lin Feng said: "This is the mystery of the Northern Dynasties' Royal Court. You can see more and you will gain more attention."
Zhu Yi, Xiao Bu, and other disciples nodded and looked at the Tibetan Dragon Pot with their hearts.
Inside the pot, the stone nebula looked up and looked at an open space. He smiled slightly: "The technique of the soul of the Solo family has already won the secret of the Northern Palace."
In the space of the Hidden Dragon Pot, the sound of Sang Luohe suddenly sounded in all directions. Everywhere.
"Let the Princess of the Nebula laugh, please advise."
The voice did not fall, and the stone nebula suddenly darkened in front of him, as if falling into the abyss, the six senses were completely deprived.
Can't think, can't see, can't listen. Can't smell, can't taste, can't move.
She wants to retreat, but finds that she can't move at all. This situation, which is beyond her control, can easily lead to fear and anxiety.
But these feelings of the stone nebula. The people watching the battle could not comprehend. Most people could only see the stone nebula standing still in the same place, as if the mud-like wood carvings were motionless, but the body of Sang Luohe still sat quietly outside the Tibetan dragon pot.
"It has already begun?" Zhuge Fengling is inexplicable and can't figure it out.
Yue Hongyan and Yang Qing are also frowning. Looking into the sight of the Hidden Dragon pot is full of doubts.
Xiaoxiao did not point slightly to the bottom, and said to Zhu Yi: "Two brothers. I can see the shape of Solo's vagueness, and then I saw a black shadow from him suddenly hit the stone nebula, and the rest will be no longer Can't see it, how much can you see?"
Zhu Yi stared at the light and shadow of the Hidden Dragon pot's mouth, and replied casually: "Not much more than you, can see that the shadow is a big man with a demeanor, and the whole body is covered with purple tattoos."
"What happened after this black shadow hit the stone nebula, I can't see it."
Lin Feng said on the side: "That is the technique of the Nightingale Black Prison in the secret of the Goddess of the Northern Palace. It can suppress the spirit of others, cut off the connection between the target soul and the flesh, and ban the opponent's spirit in his own In the spell, deprive the opponent of the six senses."
With Lin Feng's current cultivation and the intensity of the soul, although it is impossible to clarify the principle of the law of Solo, the effect of the spell on the stone nebula can be seen.
It is easy to know what Sang Luohe did by comparing some of the famous secret features of Beiying Wangting.
Little does not point slightly frowning: "It’s almost impossible to trace without a trace, and the technique of the soul of the North King’s Court is too difficult to guard against."
"It's useless to you." Lin Feng smiled faintly: "The most restrained power of the gods and secrets is two kinds. One is Leifa, the thunder is sounding, the soul is flying, the Huang Huang Leifa is the most harmful to the human soul. Therefore, it is also the most restrained spirit."
"In addition to Lei Fa, the soul warlocks do not like the opponents they meet most. It is precisely their most prolific martial arts monk in Beibei Wangting."
Lin Feng patted his head: "The powerful martial arts monk, and majestic, hot as the sun, the soul is closely connected with the powerful body, and it is difficult to shake, it can also effectively restrain the spirit of the soul."
The disciples under his door, to say that they are the least afraid of Sang Luohe, are small and not good. Although the strength of the little soul is weaker than Zhu Yi, his physical strength is extremely strong, and he controls the power of the wind and thunder. Will not suffer.
Zhu Yi nodded beside him: "It is this truth, the blood is just right, the ghosts are easy to make, and the evils are not invading."
"The words are like this, but there are not many people who can do this." Lin Feng said: "Except for a few people, the other people in the Jindan 16 strong face will face a headache." ""
Lin Feng glanced at the audience at the meeting. The elders of each family also made science to the disciples at the moment, but in fact most people looked at the hidden dragon pots, but they still felt confused.
People tend to be most afraid of the unknown things. Most of the people at the moment look at the body of Sang Luo, who is sitting quietly outside the Hidden Dragon Pot. Their eyes are full of deep jealousy.
This is a test of the Fa Conference, so Sang Luohe is so greatly embarrassed, it is conceivable that the real life and death fight, Sang Luohe will certainly properly hide his body, and then the spirits of the enemy to fight.
For most people, they can't even see Sang Luohe, they have already been recruited.
Little does not look to the Hidden Dragon Pot: "What about the Stone Nebula?"
The voice has not fallen, and the stone nebula in the Hidden Dragon Pot has given the answer.
Originally like a clay-colored girl in the yellow dress, Muran's eyes suddenly moved, and instantly restored the vitality and aura, but in her gaze, it was a little more than what was before.
The girl’s mouth is low and the voice is not the human language, but the weird syllable as if it were a dragon.
On top of her head, there is a phantom of a dragon, vivid and picturesque, and the mighty dragon spreads, which is shocking.
"It turned out that I said that I saw her soul is not right." Lin Feng stunned, shaking his head and laughing: "But I did not expect that this girl actually smelt a dragon soul of the ancient Tianlong into his own soul."
It is impossible for Shi Xingyun to smelt the dragon soul by himself. It must be the help of the Daqin royal family.
The original intention of doing this is that it should be more helpful to her to practice the Tao of the Five Emperor Zhenlong, but an incidental effect is to make her soul become extremely powerful.
At least, in the level of the Golden Age, the strong soul of the stone nebula is definitely the top of existence.
Bei Yu Zuo Xian Wang looked at this scene, his eyelids jumped twice, shook his head and looked at Shi Zongyue: "You really are willing to pay the money, is it the dragon soul of pure blood Taigu Tianlong? Too virtual to raise the dragon, not willing In this way, I see that even the king of Chongyun in your country does not have this treatment?"
Shi Zongyue smiled slightly: "I am only one example of Daqin, but this opportunity of the nebula was given to her by her brother."
After listening to this statement, all the gods and grandmothers in the field were slightly moving, and then quickly returned to normal.
In the Hidden Dragon pot, the sound of the dragon in the mouth of Shi Xingyun is endless. Her palms are combined, and the pale golden white light wraps around her body, turning into a roaring white gold light dragon, which is derived from the White Dragon Emperor. Magical.
Shi Xingyun's white gold light dragon, the body shines brightly under the shiny metallic luster, keeps jumping, the sound of the harsh current sounds, and the platinum light dragon is actually rolling around the body.
"Hey!" The dragon soul shadow on the top of Shi Xingyun, together with the white gold light dragon in front of her, made a very violent shout, like a dragon roaring, and like a thunder burst.
A wave of violent sound waves, shaking the entire space inside the Hidden Dragon pot.
The original invisible sound wave, like the water ripples, scatters toward the surrounding area, and soon the air sways in a burst, revealing a blurred figure, it is the soul of Sang Luohe!
Since the beginning of the war, the soul of Sang Luohe has finally been exposed to the public, and everyone can clearly see its existence with the naked eye.
The vague figure swayed violently, as if it were subjected to a shocking porcelain, and there was a possibility of fragmentation at any time.
The sound of the long whistling of Shi Xingyun is endless, long and melodious, as if it will never stop.
After insisting for a moment, the soul of Sang Luohe suddenly flew directly out of the Hidden Dragon pot and returned to the flesh. His flesh was shocked and opened his eyes. His eyes were full of weakness and sighed: "I lost. ""
The people watching the battle in the meeting were all talking, and they all looked at Shi Xingyun and Sang Luohe in amazement.
Lin Feng smiled and turned to look at Zhu Yi and Xiao Xiao, and said: "How?"
Little smiled: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
Zhu Yi said quietly: "If it is not because of internal conflicts, the overall strength of the Daqin Dynasty, compared with the larger Zhou Dynasty, is even worse."
At this time, Shi Xingyun also came out of the Hidden Dragon pot. The courtesy of the sang Luo Luo arched his hand, and then went to Shi Zongyue and Beibei Zuo Xianwang for a ceremony, which slowly walked back to the Daqin Dynasty camp.
From beginning to end, her expression was always calm, without the slightest pride and pride.
Lin Feng looked at her and nodded slightly: "The other ones don't say anything, but the strength of the soul alone. This woman is probably the first person in the Jindan period who is present."
"The skinny dead camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention the camel of the Daqin Dynasty, but it is only a little old, and it is still very early."
Thinking in the heart, Lin Feng suddenly felt that his own agglomerate spar reacted.
What surprised him was that the person who had passed the message turned out to be Xiao Yu, who had not heard a message for a month.