Chapter 150 Madness?

Seeing the appearance of this figure, even Zhao Tian's firm heart couldn't help trembling.

This person is none other than the wandering wind that gave Zhao Tian a mysterious feeling before. At this time, the wandering wind is in a wonderful state, as if he can't feel the existence of Zhao Tian and others at all. His eyes were closed, his hands were clenched in the shape of fists, and his body was surrounded by bloody red. If he walked in, he seemed to smell the pungent smell of blood.

Quietly absorbs the red light around here, and the absorption of red light in the chest is the largest part of the whole body.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. Dong Yuan was stunned and looked at Youfeng's body and trembled several times in his mouth, as if he had met a ghost, but he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Tian also felt the change of Dong Yuan and affirmed it in his heart. Dong Yuan must know what this is, and You Feng is still using a very dangerous spiritual skill now.

In the black eyes, the pupils contracted sharply, but the next time they were released, they were shining golden.

"The second-level martial arts master's later stage, the second-level martial arts master peak, the third-level martial arts master's early stage, the third-level martial arts master's middle period, the third-level martial arts master's later stage, the third-level martial arts master's peak! How can it be? What kind of spiritual skill is this? Did Youfeng hide his own strength from the beginning? Under those golden eyes, the thick lips kept muttering.

This is the golden aura used by Zhao Tian. He can see the changes in Youfeng. Youfeng was originally in the middle of the second-level martial arts, but after the absorption of those red lights, his strength has risen to the peak of the third-level martial arts. Even he has not broken through to the third-level martial arts, which is a big gap. Realm.

If you say that the wind is only the peak strength of the third-level martial artist, Zhao Tian will not be afraid of the wind, but who knows if this will continue to grow?

The aura on Zhao Tian's body is constantly running, and all parts of his body are overflowing with golden aura. Even the pupils in his eyes seem to have turned golden, watching the wind's every move.

The peak of the third-level martial artist can only be here. It was not until there was no trace of aura growth in Youfeng that the solemn breath in the whole hall slowly disappeared, but it was replaced by a kind of tension.

Youfeng's eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly there was a dazzling red light in his eyes, from which there was an ancient atmosphere of vicissitudes, which seemed to be subdue by the oppressors.

But Zhao Tian and Xuan Ning didn't seem to feel it. That breath had no impact on them.

"You all deserve to die!" At this moment, a hoarse and angry voice sounded, which shocked everyone's heart, covering his chest in pain, and his face was indescribably uncomfortable.

Zhao Tian was stunned, and then the King Kong body was used to the extreme. At this time, Zhao Tian's whole body was surrounded by the golden aura. Standing in the distance, he could not see Zhao Tian's face clearly. The only thing he could see was the dazzling golden.

The tense atmosphere was imminent, and people on both sides were staring at each other, as if they would rush over without hesitation as long as they gave an order.

" Stop it all! Fenger, who let you come here to make trouble!" At this time, a sound like breaking the sky came, with fierce pressure in the voice. Obviously, the comeer was not light of the action of the wandering wind.

I saw an old man in a tan robe appearing at the door of the inn. The strong wind did not even blow up the old man's silver hair. The old man's face was wide and ears, his nose was slightly pointed, and his curved and heavy white eyebrows seemed to be specially dyed, thick and straight. The waist, combined with the anger on the face, gives people a feeling of height, majesty and seriousness.

If it hadn't been for the silver hair and white eyebrows, I really wouldn't have seen that this was an old man.

Seeing this old man, Zhao Tian remembered Qiushui. When people have cultivated to a certain extent, they have the effect of staying young forever, and higher ones can return to their youth. The old man in front of him obviously has reached a certain height.

You Feng was originally very arrogant. As soon as he heard the sound, there was a trace of astonishment on his face and a trace of panic in his eyes. Suddenly, the cultivations that had just been improved in his body were a little loose at this moment.

"Grandpa Baimei, I..." Youfeng is not as arrogant as before this. In front of the old man, Youfeng is like a child who made a mistake, bowing his head and dare not look up.

This old man is the oldest old man in the Fengyun Mercenary Regiment, and his prestige in the regiment is second only to the regimental commander. In addition, this old man is also a teacher of Youfeng when he was a child, and he is also in charge of criminal law in the Fengyun Mercenary Corps. This old man is more than 70 years old this year, but he looks more like a 40-year-old man.

The white-browed old man's eyes were like a torch, like a sharp sword. Instead of looking at the wind, he glanced around the hall first, and finally his eyes stayed on Zhao Tian, who was holding Xuanning.

Xuanning has no aura. Naturally, he can't feel the old man's fiery eyes, but Zhao Tian really felt it. Under the old man's eyes, Zhao Tian felt that his body seemed to have fallen into a fire pit, and his whole body was burned by the fire, which was indescribably uncomfortable.

Moreover, I can clearly feel that my clothes seem to be being pulled out by others layer by layer, a feeling that secrets can never be hidden in my heart.

Of course, this is just Zhao Tian's feeling. As for the old man, in his turbid eyes, he was no less surprised than Zhao Tian.

The old man only felt his eyes and couldn't see the real strength of the teenager. He could have seen a little clearly, but there was a layer of golden fog behind him, and he couldn't see it clearly at all.

The old man's eyes only stayed on Zhao Tian's body for a moment. Everyone did not feel anything strange, but it was a deep contact for Zhao Tian and the old man.

The surprise in the eyes of the white-browed old man flashed away and once again became the previous cold and serious. Looking at the red light around the swimming wind's body, the aura in his body quickly agitated. His robe rose without wind, and his silver hair flew in the air with the wind.

"Hmm!" The old man with white eyebrows made a slight anger from his nostrils again. As the sound fell, the wandering attitude became more respectful, for fear of provoking the old man in front of him again.

Slowly raise your arms and play complex and skilled runes in the air with one hand.

When thousands of runes were punched, the other arm of the white-browed old man slowly lifted it up, but this time it cut a small hole in his fingertips, and a drop of crimson blood overflowed from it. Due to the old man's control, it floated quietly in the air.

Blood floated in the air and slowly approached the rune. Just as blood and runes merged together, a crimson light suddenly emitted more than ten times stronger than the original wind.

The old man gently pushed forward with his hands, and the bloody runes floating in the air slowly leaned towards the body of the swimming wind.

Zhao Tian and other people have been standing there motionless, not that they don't want to move, but that they can't move. The old man put too much pressure on themselves and they don't even want to take action.

For Zhao Tian now, the strength of the white-browed old man can only look up, an enemy that can make you feel scared just by looking at you casually. An enemy that can make you lose your fighting ability just by standing there is an opponent that everyone does not want to see.

Zhao Tian himself is the peak strength of the second-level martial artist. Coupled with the second-level magic formula, even if he meets a fourth-level martial artist, he has the ability to protect himself, and even has some certainty that he can hurt him in World War I. It is also the golden aura of the ancient Xuanyuan family, which is the best of the aura. As long as it is not two levels higher than yourself, you can use golden aura to supplement your shortcomings.

But under such circumstances, Zhao Tian stubbornly doesn't know how to do it.

However, at this time, it was too late for Zhao Tian to think, because the strange rune was attached to the chest of the wandering wind, and it was slowly fused with his body.