Chapter 97: Holy Mountain Disciple

C_t; a figure, crowded the crowd, and slowly walked into the alchemy ‘door’. [There are almost all the books I want to read. It is much more stable than the average station. There is no advertisement for the whole text. ].access:..
The setting sun fell on him, and the handsome face and the bones of the knife were completely presented. The patch of clothes was a bit shabby.
However, when he walked in, whether it was a foreign "door" disciple or an internal "door" disciple, it was a pupil.
They were still thinking that Ling Qing has been a taboo for that guy. Now he has been injured, and that guy has not appeared yet?
Well, now he is here!
Indeed, Ling Feng is coming!
After he left the desert, he waited for a long time in the thatched cottage. He never felt back when he came back. He felt that something was wrong. If there was nothing, Ling Qing would come back on time.
So he hurried up the mountain and just saw this scene.
Undoubtedly, Ling Feng is angry, his eyes are full of anger, the voice 'yin' is cold, and since the broken blade is imprisoned in his bones, blood 'meat', his whole person exudes a touch of Sen Han breath.
Therefore, when Ling Feng walked in front of them, they had the feeling of flying snow in June, it was too cold.
"Ling..."
The elders were shocked. They looked at the brows of Lingfeng's brows deeper. They were also angry, but the latter came from the ‘medicine’ and made them very jealous.
Otherwise, the Zirui is not standing there, but lying on the ground.
"Elders!"
Ling Feng’s face ‘color’ ‘yin’ is cold and terrible. He bowed slightly and interrupted them.
This matter, let me deal with it.

"But, the purple is from the ‘medicine’.

An elder Ma leaned close to Ling Feng and whispered a reminder to Ling Feng.
"Yep!"
Ling Feng nodded quietly, and then strode to Zirui, and there was a suffocation on his body.
"Little wind, I..."
Ling Qing, Yun Meng and Zi Yun three are all gods 'color' a joy, Zhang Zhangkou, want to talk, but was interrupted by Ling Feng, which makes them a bit strange, do not know Ling Feng Hulu What 'medicine' is sold?
"who are you?"
That Zirui face ‘color’ ugly, he did not think that he had already reported the name of the ‘medicine’ sect, and there are still people who dare to come out.
"Oh, is the ‘medicine’ is awesome?

Ling Feng took the suffocation on his face and raised his head high. "Tangfeng in the Lower Shengshan!"
This sentence fell, everyone in the surrounding area was a stay, the disciples of Lingwu College were full of doubts about the 'color' of the confusing, Ling Feng is not a disciple of Lingwu Academy, when became a sacred disciple?
Even a few elders are a glimpse. He is also very surprised. He can't understand what Lingfeng is going to do, and they haven't heard of the Holy Mountain.
However, if Ling Feng did this, it would be useful to think about it, so they did not break.
That Zi Rui was a glimpse, sneer. "Which is the small mountain..."
"What, you are a sacred disciple!"
Suddenly, his face 'color' suddenly changed, and he stepped back backwards, and his eyes were amazed and fearful.
The Holy Mountain, these two are relatively unfamiliar to him, because even if the ‘medicine’ is in front of the holy mountain, it is like a strong ant. He once again heard this power from his grandfather’s mouth.
The sacred mountain is extremely powerful and can be compared with a powerful ancient country. Every elder is a martial art, and the lord is even more unfathomable. Even the sect of the medicinal lord is esteemed and jealous of the holy mountain.
That is the transcendental power of high above!
However, he did not think that in the small Lingwu Academy, he was able to find a disciple of the Holy Mountain, so that he could not believe it.
"You... are you really a sacred disciple?!"
Zirui's 'chest' mouth is violently ups and downs, and for a moment of suspicion, the eyes are not staring at Lingfeng for a moment.
"Hey, my identity needs you to doubt?!"
Ling Feng snorted and looked high. He did not put Zirui in his eyes. "The ‘medicine’ sect is only wanted to be crazy here?

Ling Feng is not stupid!
'Pharmaceutical' Zong he also heard about it occasionally, it should be a small force, this can be seen from the shocked expression on the faces of the elders, so if he appears as a disciple of Lingwu College, it is bound to Will give Lingwu College a big trouble.
The holy mountain is different. Even if you kill Zirui today, you let the ‘medicine’ sect to ask the holy mountain to try.
"What do you want?"
That Zirui face ‘color’ pale, cold sweat, the arrogance of Ling Feng comes from the bones, the kind of eyes are beyond doubt, this is the disciples of Lingwu College can never do.
What's more, he naturally sees the sorrows of the people at Lingwu Academy. One small force is not qualified to be in contact with such giants.
Therefore, his suspicion will go.
"Holy Mountain... Ling Feng."
A few elders thought a little, and they reacted. They looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least there was a shield for the holy mountain. They would not shrink their hands.
Of course, even though I still don't understand what kind of power the Holy Mountain is, why is it that Zi Rui is scared like that?
"Oh, I am a disciple of the Holy Mountain, but you have hurt my loved ones."
Ling Feng's face ‘color’ suddenly sinks, and a killing will rise.
He pointed to Ling Qing, said: "First, you hurt my sister!"
"Second, you shouldn't hurt my little girl!" He pointed to the purple rhyme.
"third!"
Ling Feng raised his finger and looked at Yunmeng. "You shouldn't hurt my big brother's fiancee!"
"puff"
At this moment, both the disciples of Lingwu Academy and the elders and Yunmeng are dizzy, and they have been paralyzed for a while.
Ling Feng Brother? fiancée?
"Lingfeng is not an orphan, where is the big brother?" Someone whispered.
"Your big brother's fiancee?"
The purple body was trembled, and the pupils were shrunk. Don't look at him at the Lingwu Academy, even the elders are not in the eye.
However, in the face of the sacred disciple, he is extremely timid. Even if the latter kills him, his grandfather does not dare to question the holy mountain. Even if he is the lord, he must visit the holy mountain with politeness.
From Ling Feng's tone, he also "listened". The latter's big brother is also a sacred mountain disciple, and he actually wounded his "female" fiancee, which is to know that the news has been returned to the 'medicine' sect. His grandfather did not dare to show him.
"Cough, this is a misunderstanding."
Zirui’s voice trembled and his face’s color became whiter and whiter. The consequences were too great for him to bear.
"misunderstanding?!"
Ling Feng smiled coldly, and his eyes were more intense.
He took a step forward, carrying his hands, staring at the Zirui completely condescending, making the latter more chilly, and the deep and powerful scorpion made him whole stiff.
There is no doubt that the latter is a "master"!
"Yeah, misunderstanding, it is a moment of failure."
Zirui wiped the cold sweat on his face, saying: "I am willing to take out the "medicine" to compensate the loss of the three girls."

Ling ‘medicine’?

Ling Feng’s eyes are stunned, said:
Ling ‘medicine’ I don’t need it, my older brother doesn’t need it, you hurt my big brother’s fiancee, and hurt my sister... sister, do you think this can be the case?

"Below..."
The purple and cold sweat came down again, and his face rose slightly. His 20-year-old youth was scorned by a 10-year-old child. He looked like a wolf, not asking himself.
But now, he has already taken care of it.
Immediately, he thought that the other person came from the holy mountain, and the spiritual 'medicine' was not put in the eyes at all, so he was more convinced of Ling Feng's "Sacred Mountain Disciple".
"That's it, you can pick me up three fingers, today's things, I don't mean anything."
If Ling Feng had a deep look at the Zirui Road.
"Three fingers?"
The purple scorpion smashed, and immediately became overjoyed. The arrogance and self-confidence of the other side were ignored by him. Since it is a sacred disciple, it is not a reading that he can match.
What he is afraid of is the other side's killer. Obviously, the latter has already been merciless.
"Well, I feel that I am not excited!"
Zirui clenched his fist and gave him a sigh of relief. He thought that his strength was not weak. It should be no problem to take the three fingers.
Ling Feng turned slightly, but the bottom of his eyes showed a hint of mercy.
He does not intend to violently expose his own strength, and in the presence of so many people, if it really kills Zirui, Lingwu College and he can't eat a pocket, only leaving Lingwu College...
I want him to let go of Zi Rui, is it possible?
Three fingers, but the most terrible killer!
"Little wind..." Ling Qing was a little worried.
"come on!"
However, when her voice was just exported, she was interrupted by the heroic Zirui. As he stepped forward, he rushed out two jingjing airflows, and his white paper fan was on display, waiting for it.
"First finger!"
Lingfeng mouth squatted a little cold, he suddenly pointed out a finger, suddenly time, a light quietly appeared, like lightning, instantly killed.
Broken blade fragments!
It is like a small dagger, cut blood stone and cut tofu, that is, the spirit soldiers will collapse here, and today, Ling Feng did not hesitate to use it.
It is not powerful, but it has a breath of sensation. If you don't look carefully, you think it is the blood of the color of the martial arts.
"Block me!"
The Zirui screamed, the white paper fan swelled, and the breath was soaked, and the blow was hardened. The corner of his eye also smacked a smile. His white paper fan is a spiritual soldier. The general Wu Jing is fundamental. I can't hurt him.
However, the smile just rose, and it suddenly fell on the face.

啵

噗

Two different sounds, almost at the same time, broke, and the broken blade fragments broke open the spirits, tearing the white paper fan, and then quickly cut into his shoulder and abolished one of his arms.
"what!"
Zi Rui screamed, and the bottom of his eyes finally shed the ‘color’ color of fear. He underestimated the strength of the
Sacred Mountain Disciple
. In front of the latter, the spirit soldiers were all waste products.
Even the crowds trembled fiercely, but the second-level martial artist, even a finger of Ling Feng could not stop? !
"Second finger!" In the eyes of everyone, and the horrified gaze of Zirui, Ling Feng pointed out another finger and went straight to Zirui's ‘chest’ mouth.
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