Chapter 141: Tsundere bird

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A voice sounded clear, so that the wind glimpsed, could not help but look around, the face is mud, but also with a fragrance.
"Who?"
He sighed lightly, and the six golden blood flames on his body rushed out instantly, looking coldly at the square. Here is the secret of the holy sacred. Anyone who walks out of a warrior may be Wuling, who can make him nervous. ?
"Hey, where are the birds, don't get out!"
At this time, the voice rang again, and it seemed arrogant and arrogant. It directly screamed at Lingfeng. "This Xiaochi Ling liquid is the bathing water of the emperor, you are a thief."
"Ah!"
Ling Feng's small face is a joy, looking at the pool of liquid, it is no wonder that there is aroma.
The spirit liquid is a mixture of the 'medicine' liquid of the spirit 'medicine'. For the military, this is the spirit, the value is infinite, and it can heal the wound. The effect is much better than the spirit.
However, as soon as he thought that it was bath water, he could not help but retched.
"Dead embryo, are you ruining my bath water?"
At this moment, a golden light flew out of the small pool of the spirit liquid. It was only as big as a fist. It was like a bird, but the wings and claws were all golden, and even the pupils were golden. Different.
"Birdman, are you thinking about it?"
The golden ‘color’ bird, cold and vocal, wings wide open, with the gold ‘color’ of the WISCO airflow, all of a sudden reached the martial artist, the momentum is too strong.
"A little bird?" Ling Feng stunned, a bit dumbfounded.
The latter's golden 'color' wings are a bit scattered, like a person who has been torn down, with a dent on the forehead, shaped like a third eyelid, and the bird's beak is coated with a layer of golden light. The beast, Ling Feng is a little taboo.
The most important thing is that the bird can talk, which is a bit detached.
You must know that this is something that the beast can't do. It can only be evolved into a holy beast. This is very clear, but the holy beast is the master of the Wusheng class. It is not the only place in front of you. The martial arts monsters can be compared.
"Ah, bird man, you are a little 觑本本ss;!"
The golden ‘color’ bird was mad at the moment, his eyes slanted, and the body’s nine-way airflow to the martial arts gave off a radiance, killing the past with Lingfeng.
"broken!"
Ling Fengshen's ‘color’ was shocked, and immediately he raised his hand and patted the past. His body also radiated a golden light. He displayed the power of the golden treasure.
"啵".
The nine golden lights were smashed in an instant, and Ling Feng’s palm also cracked a blood mark, but he still shot the past, and the golden ‘color’ bird was turned to the ground.
"Damn bird, do you dare to shoot the emperor?"
The golden 'color' bird bombed the 'hair', coldly watching the wind, and the nine roads to the golden light all the way, turned into a nine-way arrow, straight ‘shoot’ to Ling Feng.
"I bother!"
Ling Feng despised. "You are just a golden bird. You dare to call yourself a phoenix. Your face is really thick."
He and the golden ‘color’ bird shot at the same time, and a slap in the face, the golden treasure burst into a glaring glory, blocking the arrow of the Daoli, and snapped it.
Of course, he was injured as a result, and his hand was bleeding. The nine golden lights were stronger than the average half-step Wuling. They could barely compete with Wuling masters.
"I am the Emperor of the Holy Land, not the Phoenix!"
The golden ‘color’ bird was furious, and his eyes glanced at the wind and proudly.
What is Phoenix? If you let me fall, I will bake it and eat it.

"Eat all!" Jin ‘color’ bird Tsiao added.
"I wipe, you crazy bird!"
Ling Feng's eyebrows flashed black lines, and the feelings were just wrong. But this little bird is too proud, not only known as the Emperor Wu Sheng, killing all Wu Sheng, but also threatening to roast the Phoenix.
This is the rhythm of the sky!
Phoenix, that is the beast, it is the emperor of the gods, that is, when the Wushen sees it, he has to turn around and run. Wu Sheng is in front of it, it is a slag, and this little bird is too crazy.
"Birdman, I am playing!"
The golden 'color' little bird 'color' was cold, and it was killed in an instant. The nine golden light sprayed into a Ruixia, forming a sword, and it was held in the hand, toward Lingfeng, it was a slash. .
"I am playing, I am, I am cutting..."
It is indeed a mad bird, it looks like it is mad, and even a glimpse of 'hair' on its head is erected, and the shot is extraordinarily fierce, without any rules.
"I shoot!"
Lingfeng mouth is discouraged, this mad bird is too wild.
Of course, his strength is even more terrifying. Just the golden treasure can block the nine golden lights. What's more, he also displayed a golden blood flame and instantly pressed it up.
"啵".
One gas ‘wave’ exploded, and the golden ‘color’ bird flew backwards.
Plop
was planted in the small pool of the spirit liquid, and the bird 'hair' was erected.
"嗖"
Suddenly, the liquid pool broke open, and the golden 'color' bird was killed. It was carrying a golden 'color' knife. It was a slash in the wind. It was not like a bird, but a thug.
"You are a proud bird!"
Ling Fengfei was mad, and his eyes were cold. The golden blood flame carried a roaring sound and slowly rushed up. It turned into a hurricane, and a small dagger with a broken blade killed instantly. past.
"when"
The blood ‘color’ little dagger was lightning fast, and it was shot down on the golden ‘color’ bird, and when the metal violently slammed, there was a golden light splashing out.
The golden ‘color’ proudly screamed, and flew out in the blink of an eye, and another one was planted in the spirit.
"Yep?"
Ling Feng eyes doubled, his eyes flashed, and the golden ‘color’ bird was really uncommon, because the latter seemed to have a gold armor. He had not seen it before.
The golden armor is restrained, like a golden ‘color’ bird, and the defensive power is extraordinarily amazing, that is, the ruin, and the broken blade fragments have not hurt it.
"Sacred armor!" Ling Feng exclaimed.
"Birdman, the emperor is going to fight with you!"
The golden ‘color’ bird flew out again. It is even stronger and has already stepped into the peak of the martial arts.
The next moment, it raised a hand is a blow, the gold ‘color’ 武晶 airflow into a crescent moon, like a scimitar, thin as a flap, suddenly collapsed.
"puff"
The knife has not yet fallen, and the pool of the spirit liquid bursts open, and even the surrounding ground tears open a small crack.
Martial arts!
Ling Feng once again dumbfounded, the so-called monsters will be martial arts, God can not stop.
What's more, the golden ‘color’ proud bird, wearing a holy armor, anti-strike ability, straight up, is that Ling Feng can not help it.
"Burning the blade!"
At this moment, Ling Feng also displayed the top-level martial arts skills, and the three broken blade fragments flew out and turned into a burning knife. This knife smashed out and forced the first level of Wuling’s peak. Even the scimitar was suppressed.
"呛".
The incinerator directly smashed the past and cut off the scimitar. Yu Wei was killed in the golden ‘color’ bird, causing the latter to scream again and slammed on the ground.
"Dead bird!"
The golden ‘color’ is proud of the bird, and the madness of the 'hair’ is blown up. If there is no gold armor, this blow is enough to have its life read.
"Oh, it really is a holy armor!"
Ling Fengshen ‘color’ was overjoyed, staring at the golden ‘color’ bird, and his mouth was drooling. The blow was even heavier, but the bird was not hurt.
If there is such a battle armor, he does not say that he is walking in the secret of the holy inflammation, and it is almost the same.
"You are a little thief, less of the idea of ​​my armor!"
The golden ‘color’ bird snorted and watched the wind with vigilance. The latter is indeed very powerful, making it extremely jealous.
"Come, let's talk about the birds."
Ling Feng smiled and touched the golden ‘color’ bird.
"roll!"
The golden ‘color’ bird is very slippery and has a sense of wisdom. It is much better than the average person. It directly flashes the bird. How to see that human being is a tricky guy.
"I kill!"
Ling Feng suddenly violently launched, followed by the pursuit of the wind, six golden blood flames, turned into a large palm of the hand, grabbed the golden ‘color’ bird.
"I am!"
The gold ‘color’ proud bird wings show, directly rushed to the sky, cold looking at the wind.
"The proud bird, there is a kind of down." Ling Feng fangs.
"Small thief, there is a kind of up!" Tsundere bird squinted at the wind, said: "If it is not the emperor, one accidentally fell off the Wu Sheng situation, I can crush you to death with a paw."
"Hey, do you think that you are Wu Sheng?"
Ling Feng raised his eyebrows and proudly said. "I used to be a Wusheng, a younger generation, playing countless thieves and birds, and wicked birds looking for teeth. It is to suppress a sacred bird of the martial arts, but not every minute. Under the words."
"Nonsence!"
The golden ‘color’ proud bird didn’t believe him at all. Its eyes flashed a few times and it took a moment, then Zhangkou spit out a flame.
The flame of gold ‘color’!
It turned into a small sun, and the "嗖" flew down, and the spirit liquid was transpired, and it took the hot 'waves', and the power instantly broke through the martial arts and reached the level of the Wuling.
"You got the fire?"
Ling Fengshen ‘color’ was shocked and jerked back a few steps.
That fire is very good, it is much stronger than blood fire, that is, Wu Ling may be killed if he is not careful, the power is terrible.
On the Shenwu continent, there are four kinds of flames: Xuan, Yan, Sheng, and Shen. Each kind of flame has a division of nine yang. For example, the blood of Lingfeng is Xuanhuo, but this golden fire is fire.
Moreover, it is still a four-yang fire!
This is not a fire, and I did not expect the golden ‘color’ bird to hide this flame.
"bass"
In the next moment, Ling Feng smashed out. He showed Longyan knife in one hand, and he punched a punch in one hand, while the wrist was flying out of three small daggers, all of which hit the four-yang fire readings; .
"噗" ""...
In a flash, the Longyan knife was broken, and the four-yang fire was too strong. Followed by it, Lingfeng’s fists were black, and even the golden treasure could not be prevented.
Then, the golden blood flame broke down, and in the face of the fire, it was weak.
"puff"
In the end, the three small daggers were killed and the fire was suppressed. The next moment, Ling Feng reached out and grabbed the fire directly.
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