Chapter 127 Shock

A sword light passed quickly in the distance, and a fairy disciple stood on each sword light, and there were more than 200 people looking around. The lowest among these disciples are the perfect cultivation of the Five Qi. They came to a territory called Burning Sect with the help of a safe passage, and also clashed with some local small swordsmen.

Fortunately, this group of children are all on the battlefield, with good combat experience, and cooperation, there are no big casualties. Later, when he received the summoning order of the dragon charm, he flew with his sword quickly.

Only some elders of the elders of the Presbyterian Home are qualified to have the Dragon Rune Call Order. Naturally, those elders can't use it, but their descendants can use it. Therefore, no matter who issued the Dragon Rune Call Order, at least it can show that this person must have a direct relationship with the Elder of Xianmen and can't be offended.

"You brothers, speed up." The leading three-flower perfect disciple shouted.

"Yes." The speed of the whole team accelerated by a few points.

Ziyi looked up at the hour. Brother Lin in the inner hall had been practicing for a day and a night, but he hadn't finished his skills yet. However, the five qi in his body are getting stronger and stronger, and they have begun to interact with each other. Once the five qi condenses, they can go straight to the thought space. At that time, the five qi cultivation can be regarded as a great perfection.

"Brother Lin is only 'qi' but not complete. The rest of the 'fine' and 'god' are countless times stronger than some top-level three-flower masters. Once the 'qi' cultivation of Mahayana can directly impact the Zifu barrier. If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid my brother will succeed at one time. Alas, Grandpa has been asking me to ignite the fire of ideas before considering hitting the Taoist realm, so that I can be directly promoted to the second-level soul fire realm of the Taoist realm. In that case, Han Xin will have no capital to force marriage.

Ziyi was thinking nonsense, and suddenly looked up into the distance, and a large number of masters approached. Now her idea cultivation is the second person among the whole foreign disciples except for Lin Feng. Since she has practiced three or nine forging gods, even without the help of Lin Feng's 'core point storm', her idea cultivation is steadily improving. The speed of her cultivation has surprised the colleagues of the Presbyterian House every day.

"Is it that the same brother and sister have arrived?"

After a while, the sword shadow also found something abnormal, because there were too many people coming. He thought that there was an enemy approaching and snorted coldly, "Aloose the array and block the invading enemy."

"Slow down, don't be nervous. Those who come are all my peers. You can step back." Ziyi hurriedly stopped. She knew the strength of these people. Although the total number of people was only more than 30, once she worked hard, it was definitely the beast spirit disciples who suffered heavy losses. She flew into the air to welcome her fellow disciples.

"Brother Hechong, brothers and sisters, have a good journey."

The leader is He Chong, the only three-flower extreme cultivation in Xianmen.

"It turned out to be a sister in purple." He Chong came to the purple clothes and was very surprised, but he secretly said in his heart that the sister in purple had already come to the abyss of the sword tomb. Could it be that the big world was so noisy that there was no figure? Who would have thought that a weak woman could safely cross the poisonous fog swamp and come here safely?

"Sister." The disciples behind hugged their fists and shouted at the same time.

"Ye-huh." It's not too much to be called a senior sister by everyone for the cultivation and status of purple clothes. "Everyone, come with me. I'll take you to meet someone."

More than 200 sword lights landed in front of the Wuzong Hall one by one, and more than 30 Wuzong Sword Emperors lined up at the entrance, especially the sword shadow has been thinking of him since he converted to Lin Feng. Now his master is practicing, and no one should disturb him.

"Miss Ziyi, before the master's practice is over, please don't step into the hall."

The purple clothes didn't say anything, but the crane frowned, took a step forward, hugged his fist and said, "The immortals are coming, how dare you be so rude."

The shadow of the sword looked at Xia Hechong coldly, and the corners of his mouth were disdainful. He said sarcastically, "I used to be a hegemon. I have seen a few immortals, but I have never seen a immortal who is as weak as you. I don't know what the real strength of the immortals is, but I haven't paid attention to your cultivation. The suzerain is practicing. Whoever dares to take a step forward will intercept him on the spot.

' Miso.. Miso...' A series of sword-drawn sounds, the disciples of the outer door of the Beast Spirit Gate seemed to be enraged by the tone of the sword shadow. They drew their swords one after another, with the posture of taking action without saying a word.

The sword shadows were even more unwilling to show weakness. Thirty-six sword emperors opened the swords of the field at the same time, and the power released was a little stronger. Even He Chong couldn't help changing his face. He didn't see that all the people blocking the door were the cultivation of the Sword Emperor. No wonder he looked away. He had come to the abyss of the Sword Tomb before and knew that there would be no more than ten sword emperors of a sect, so he just now relied on nearly 200 disciples of Sanhuajing to challenge the sword shadow without fear.

"All of them retreat."

Just as the two sides were tense, a deep and majestic voice came from the inner hall.

The sword shadow immediately restrained their momentum and divided them on both sides. He Chong looked at Ziyi doubtfully. The voice just now sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't figure out who it was.

Zi Yi stepped forward a few steps and said softly, "Brother He, let them take back the flying sword first."

He Chong waved his hand, so everyone received the flying sword.

"I didn't expect Brother He to come to the abyss of the Sword Tomb again, which surprised me a lot." A tall figure appeared at the door of the hall, and the smile on his face was still so bright.

"Lin... Brother Lin?" He Chong saw the smile and shrugged at the corners of his mouth. He will never forget that smile, full of evil spirit.

"See you, Brother Lin." He Chong resisted the complicated mood and bowed his head with his fist.

"See you, Brother Lin." Followed by the disciples who had never heard of Lin Feng's name and who had never seen Lin Feng's portrait. When they saw Lin Feng suddenly appear in front of them, they felt too illusory. They can't imagine how an outer disciple of the Beast Spirit Sect became the patriarch of Wu in the abyss of the sword mound, and the strength of those subordinates is extraordinary.

"Everyone is from the same door. Come in." Lin Feng said with a smile, and then took out a jade bottle from the storage bag and threw it to the shadow of the sword. "There are many elixirs in it, which can improve your physique. Take it. It will be of great benefit to your future advanced sword fairy realm."

"Thank you, Lord." His cultivation has reached the realm of sword shadow. He has long known in his heart that the main reason why he has not been able to break through is his own limitations. If his physique is not improved, even if he forcibly breaks through, he will only die without a whole body. Hearing Lin Feng say that the elixirs in the jade bottle can improve his physique, he said that it was simply a fairy elixir, and there were many. If it goes on like this, it seems that it is no longer a dream to advance to the legendary sword fairy realm.

As soon as the disciples of Xianmen saw that Lin Feng made a lot of elixirs, their eyes turned green. Even if it is difficult for them to get one, let alone many. Looking at his indifferent appearance, it seems that there are still many elixirs on his body, otherwise he will not change the color after finishing it.

Everyone walked into the hall. Lin Feng sat firmly in the position of suzerain and looked at many brothers and sisters, "Are there any disciples of Danyuan among you?"

He immediately walked out of five middle-aged people, four of whom were two-flower cultivation and one was three-flower cultivation.

Lin Feng felt his face and knew that they had not joined the Danyuan soon. He nodded and said, "Have you ever taken the elixir before? What kind of weapon is used?

A middle-aged man who was a little scholarly said respectfully, "Brother Hui, the five of us are scattered, and we have also taken the condensation elixir for practicing true qi before. As for weapons, we don't have the ability to get magic soldiers, so we use the life sword that has been condensed for many years."

"Yes, the five of you will stay with me and practice well in the future. As long as you work hard enough, you will definitely suffer and be very loyal to Danyuan. I won't treat you badly." Lin Feng smiled and stretched out his hand to take out three jade bottles. "Here are ten elixirs and some purple elixirs. You can share them."

'Puff!' The five people knelt to the ground excitedly and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Ye�, the power of the sword is too small. My disciples of Dan Academy should not only be decent and cultivate, but also have weapons to be superior to others. Each of you will have one of these divine soldiers. Go back and sacrifice them. Five divine soldiers appeared in the air, which was summoned by Lin Feng from the thought space. He took back the imprint of the mind on the divine soldier's body.

"God soldier! It's still the sword of the best magic soldier!" The five people who were about to get up were soft and knelt down, and their expression was a little dull.

He Chong also looked at it with confused eyes and looked in a trance. The sword of the best divine soldier is a hot weapon that even the inner brother of the Taoist realm is hot. In Lin Feng's eyes, it is like a pile of low-level elixir. If you want to send it, you can send it, and you don't feel sad at all.