Chapter 814: Wanmei Palace

Yang Feng glanced at the owner of the Wanhua Palace, and his eyes flashed a sigh of praise: "Yes, the quality of itself is very good, and it also refines the top level of magic. In this world without extraordinary power, few men can Escape her charm. However, it is still too far away from the succubus queen."
The charm of the Wanhua Palace is already the top of the world in this world. The smiles are full of charm and beauty. However, limited to the existence of no extraordinary power, her charm is still too far away from the goddess, the succubus queen, and can not charm Yang Feng.
"Let me see what your qualifications are?"
Yang Feng smiled slightly and reached for the master of the Wanhua Palace.
"Magic Master..."
The main face of the Wanhua Palace was slightly trembled, revealing a pitiful and pitiful look. The jade hand was slightly raised, and thirty-six changes were played in a quiet manner, in the hands of Yang Feng. Silently break free.
Even the most iron-hearted person, seeing the poor and miserable look of the Wanhua Palace, will be softened, but Yang Feng will not change his face, and he will press his hand and press it on the head of the Wanhua Palace. Check out her soul qualifications.
If it is in the position of Cang, Yang Feng's soul will be swept away, and it will be easy to scan these mortal souls easily. However, in this strange world, Yang Feng can only be able to perceive the soul qualifications of others through personal contact.
"Let your dirty hands go!"
Suddenly, a voice of anger came from not far away. A handsome young man with a scream of anger shouted and performed a light work, like a big bird leaping toward Yang Feng.
Yang Feng waved a hand, and several stones flew directly out of the head of the young young man, and the head of the young Shaoxia was bombarded with several huge blood holes.
Flying knives, dark greens, sleeve arrows, darts and other hidden weapons suddenly shot from the crowd, like a rain point generally shot toward Yang Feng.
Yang Feng waved with his hand, and a piece of sand stone directly fell into the crowd. In an instant, the crowd was like a bombardment. It was instantly covered with countless blood, and the body was ruined.
Those onlookers of the martial arts masters saw that the secret weapon masters were like the ants, and they were spiked by Yang Feng. They were cold and cold, full of fear and trembling.
Some martial arts masters even shake hands and even their own blade is not stable, the sound of a blade of land is spread in this area, very strange.
The owner of the Wanhua Palace saw that Yang Feng seemed to pinch a group of ants. The indifferent look of the ants, the heart was slightly cold, no longer dare to do little tricks, let Yang Feng’s big hand press on her body. Cozyly pinched it up.
Yang Feng swept the head of the Wanhua Palace, and his eyes flashed a touch of surprise color: "The seven-level superior soul qualification is also a rare cultivation genius. The world looks really good, and there are good seedlings everywhere.

Yang Feng said with satisfaction: "Very good, what is your name?"
The main flower of the Palace of the Flower Palace smiled and said: "Return to the ancestors, my name is Joe Mengluo."
Yang Feng chuckled: "When my apprentice serves me, or goes to death, you choose one. By the way, the life that has withered in my hands has exceeded ten million."
The main flower of the Palace of the Flower Palace gave birth to a feeling of creepy feelings. She is the master of the Wanhua Palace in the Seven Devils. The martial arts master who died in her hands has more than one hundred people. This is already a famous devil in the martial arts. However, Yang Feng has killed more than 10 million people. Just imagine that the big devil of the Wanhua Palace is so trembled.
"What he said is true!"
The Wanhua Palace Palace is a talented and talented person. It is a talented genius with a level of seven. It is a genius among geniuses, and has an extraordinary intuition. It sounds like Yang Feng’s words are illusory, and suddenly the heart is cold and cold. .
The owner of the Wanhua Palace was kneeling on the ground and bowed to Yang Feng. He respectfully said: "You have seen the master in the dream!"
"Haha, good guy!"
Yang Feng smiled slightly, his eyes glanced at the martial arts master who kept coming from the source, and said faintly: "You all kneel down and join me in the Wanmeng Palace. When my minions don't join, they all die."
A congenital knifeman shouted: "Everyone flees together, so many people here, he is even Wu Sheng, it is impossible to kill us all!!"
In an instant, hundreds of martial arts masters ran lightly and ran wildly in all directions.
"A bunch of idiots."
In the eyes of Yang Feng, a glimpse of the taunting color, reaching out and grabbing, a piece of stone flew from the ground, fell into his hand, and then rushed out.
The piece of stone, like a meteor, blasted into the bodies of hundreds of martial arts masters, like the shells of life, and blasted hundreds of martial arts masters one by one.
Between a few breaths, the hundreds of martial arts masters who chose to escape have turned into a ruined body and fell to the ground.
"A terrible person!! This is already the legendary supernatural power to be able to do this!!"
The surviving martial arts masters saw this scene, and each body trembled, and no more resistance could be born.
"The ancestors of the ancestors, the gods of the world, the eternal life, the unified rivers and lakes! In the lower Leopard River City, willing to work for the ancestors."
"The ancestors of the ancestors, the sacred powers of the gods, the command of the world, do not dare to go! In the grass, fly the ink, I am willing to work for the ancestors!"
"..."
The surviving martial arts masters screamed and shouted. All kinds of flattering, crazy shooting.
The moon demon master also smoked his face, kneeling on the ground, screaming and singing.
Yang Feng glanced at the Lingkong people and said coldly: "Wu Lingkong, surrender to me, or die?"
Wu Lingkong coughed up a large piece of blood, and the manner was still there. He smiled slightly: "I can't betray the teacher's door, and I have lived long enough, and I also asked the Devil to give me a good time."
"Actually, I still appreciate you very much, but unfortunately!"
Yang Feng regretted a sigh, flexing his finger, and a grain of sand instantly flew out, and fell into the eyebrows of Wu Lingkong.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Lingkong had no breath, a smile on his face, and lost his vitality.
After killing Wu Lingkong, Yang Feng glanced at Li Wujian and said: "Li Wujian, what about you?"
When Li Wujian hesitated for a while, he asked: "If you are working for you, can you learn more advanced martial arts?"
Yang Feng smiled proudly and filled himself with the channel: "Of course! The martial arts you learned are too shallow, and it is impossible to have a long life. If you learn one or two of my costs, it will not be a problem for a long time."
"Long-lived millennium! Can you really live for a thousand years?"
As soon as this statement came out, the Lagerstroemia Flower, the Moonlight Master, and the Wanhua Palace Palace all had their eyes bright and the heart jumped. In this world, besides the legendary god-magic powerhouse, even if it is a master of Wusheng, the life expectancy is only about one hundred and ten years. The millennium is long enough to make countless powerful people crazy.
"There is a big horror between life and death. After all, my Li Wujian is just an ordinary person!"
Li Wujian sighed long and sighed on the ground, and some did not adapt to it: "Li Wujian is willing to work for the ancestors."
It didn't take long for the news that the Wanmo Palace was born to spread all over the world.
Among the thousands of magic palaces, there are many masters of martial arts, among them, Wu Wujian, Wuguangjian, Wanhuagonggong, Qiao Mengluo, and Wanhua Palace, the first flower of Zihua, Qinghe Ziwei, have been promoted to become the masters of the master class.
The masters of the Grand Masters ranks among the top masters on the rivers and lakes. Among the three sacred places in the martial arts, there are only two masters in the spirits.
The three great masters of Li Wujian, Qiao Mengluo and Qinghe Ziwei joined forces, and countless martial arts masters were the minions. Those who passed by, the Jianghu gangs were directly annexed by the Wanhui Palace, and those who did not want to obey were directly destroyed.
Ziyang Mountain Villa is the residence of Li Feiyun, the hero of the Wuzhou Sword of the Zhou Dynasty, among the thirty-six states of the Great Zhou Empire. At this time, it has been silently smashed into the place where the headquarters of the Wanju Palace is located.
The beautiful girl swordsman Qinghe Ziwei, who was dressed in a white dress and looks beautiful, stepped into the back garden of the Ziyang Mountain Villa and saw a luxurious squat in the back garden.
Yang Feng sat on the top of a luxurious mansion and flipped a book of ancient books at random. On his side, he sat on the flowers of the ten-flowers of the Wanhua Palace, and the narcissus Zhang Qian.
That month's spending is a slender figure, a goose egg face, about the age of 21, is at the best age of a woman, and there is a feminine and feminine beauty. The daffodil Zhang Qian has a baby face, but the double peaks are almost splitting out, Tong Yanju. Milk, mixed with pure and beauty.
At this time, the Chinese rose spending money and the daffodil Zhang Qian are wearing a looming, light and incomparable, quilted silk woven from the silk, beautiful and moving, full of temptation.
In front of the luxurious Daxie, there are more than 20 people from the Wanhua Palace. They are very beautiful and lovely. The little loli, who is about 11 or 2 years old, is playing and playing, forming a beautiful scenery.
Qinghe Ziwei saw this scene, and there was a glimmer of color in his eyes. He whispered in his heart: "Two little foxes!"
The Chinese rose spending money, the daffodil Zhang Qian originally had strength far below the Qingwei Lagerstroemia of Lagerstroemia, but when they joined the Wanmo Palace, they all devoted themselves to Yang Feng’s favorite, and after being favored by Yang Feng several times, With the strength of horror, it has become a master of the master class.
Qinghe Ziwei thought that she was so hard, but she was easily caught up by the money and the daffodil Zhang Qian, and her heart was a little embarrassed.
The Chinese rose spent money on the Chinese, and the daffodil Zhang Qian saw that Qinghe Ziwei stepped into the garden, and her heart was slightly tense. She hoped to please Yang Feng more wholeheartedly, hoping that Yang Feng would concentrate his attention on them. (To be continued~^~)