Chapter 82 The more domineering side leakage, the more clear the heart

I looked at the elixir that was easy to refine this time. Lin Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Then she looked at Xiao Nanyue, who studied hard, felt the appropriate temperature in the warehouse, and gently helped her tighten her clothes and quietly walked out.

Casually stretched out his hand and threw a five-pin [backwood] in his mouth. Feeling the surging medicinal power turned into a rolling sword, Lin Feng laughed happily. But then another problem came to mind.

Although there are few elixirs impurities that have been purified by themselves, after all, it doesn't matter to him. Anyway, there is a black hole in Dantian to purify the sword. However, if the rest of the Lin people rely on elixirs to improve their strength for a long time, some unstable foundation will leave some disasters.

Is there an elixir in [Danjing] that purifies the essence and stabilizes its foundation? Lin Feng couldn't help searching.

Suddenly, his look changed and he stretched out his left hand to hold his right hand. The broken sword, which had been lying quietly in the world of broken sword marks, suddenly trembled uneasily! This is an unprecedented thing!

"It's other innate swords." The phantom sounded at the right time, with a trace of solemnity in the middle.

"How many innate swords are there in the human world?" Lin Feng asked curiously, "Whose hands are they in?"

"There are ten fairy weapons in the world." One of the great factors for the failure of the demon world in those years was because of these ten innate swords in the human world, especially the broken sword held by Lin Feng at this time. However, after thousands of years, the previous resentment also dissipated with time, and the voice at this time was more emotional: "[Qinglong] [Suzu] [Xuanwu] [Xiaojin] [Dragon King] [Kunpeng] [Qinglian] [Xuanyuan] [Tai'a] [Ghost]."

"What you have in your hand is [Qinglong]." Looking at Lin Feng's eyes, he explained angrily: "[Zhuque] belongs to the fire clan, [Xuanwu] belongs to the latter seven clans, that is, the former Houtu clan, [Xiaojin] belongs to the Jin clan, [Dragon King] belongs to the aquarium, and [Kunpeng] belongs to the Feng clan. As for the other swords, [Xuanyuan] should be the current [Yue Sword], and the others are not clear.

"[Xiao Jin], [Ghost]." His face was very strange: "This name is too strange."

"Don't underestimate [ghost]!" Fantasy solemnly said, "It is the most strange innate sword in the world."

"So who is here this time?" Lin Feng touched his chin and said distressedly, "But those who come are not good will not come. My hard days of living a stable life have been destroyed again?

"Well, the more clearly you go out against that breath." Huan suddenly said.

Lin Feng was overjoyed and quickly followed with a broken sword.

"It won't be a sword fairy this time, will it? Lin Feng suddenly said uneasily. Jianxian holds an innate sword weapon that can destroy nearly 100 large towns in Tianxing City, not to mention a small Lin clan.

"No!" Huan said affirmatively, "If a sword fairy carried an innate sword, the more sword would have rushed up with [Yue Sword] earlier? How can you watch your baby granddaughter die?

Hearing this, Lin Feng put his heart in his stomach and rushed in the direction of the breath under the guidance of illusion.

rushed halfway and met Yue Mingxin. She stood quietly on a high branch, obviously waiting for the forest wind.

"Who is it?" Lin Feng knew that the more knowledgeable he was, he was not ashamed to ask.

"[Kunpeng]." Yue Mingxin's mouth showed a smile: "Bird wind shakes?"

The scabbard that was proudly isolated from the breath of [Kunpeng] and let it exude the spirit of domineering attract Lin Feng's wind suddenly jumped in his heart and fell straight down from the high sky.

For good, after all, he is a master of the wind, and stopped the downward trend when he was less than three feet from the ground.

After being afraid, he jumped down from the air and stroked his long hair with his hand. Feng Fuyao, who restored his most handsome image, suddenly saw two dark shadows on the ground in front of him.

When his body stiffened, Fengfu shook his hand slowly put down and looked up with a strong smile on his face.

"Demon..." His voice stopped abruptly and covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the last syllable from coming out. He and Yue Mingxin are the top young talents on the Moon Sword Star, and they are naturally familiar with each other. And the reason why he was trapped in [Liuyun Island] and could not walk in the world was because of the witch Yue Mingxin.

He still remembers that year when the wind flew and the wind flew. He played in the wind and happened to see the famous Zhengsheng and even walking on the road with his Yue Mingxin. Looking at the more clear heart moving slowly step by step, he was very unconvinced. And with the strong wind, he wanted to teach this guy a lesson to win the title of the first person of the Moon Sword Star.

The time is awesome, the ideal is plump, the action is fast, and the ending is unbearable.

One move, just one move, he is really like Kunpeng's 90,000 miles above. Don't think that's his cultivation, and then he was beaten by a small and crystal-hearted fist.

Then Feng Xiaoxiao closed his confinement. Just kidding, you don't think it's a shame, but you still go out to hang out.

At this time, when he saw the pictures that made him sad and angry, he came to his heart rudely. Looking at Yue Ming's still cold face, the wind gently looked at the sky. Fortunately, the wind is not too strong today...

Young people should have a mentality of being invincible in the world, but if they show this spirit as a person far more powerful than themselves, they are pure fools, or 24k top pure.

"How can I say that Yue Jianxing hasn't heard from you for so long? It turned out that he came here." Feng Fuyao looked at Yue Ming and said sadly. He was also really sad. After being isolated from the world for so long in [Liuyun Island], he naturally didn't know the whereabouts of Yue Mingxin, and the letter did not mention Yue Mingxin, and Xiao Xiao didn't have time to tell him the news. Well, is this self-inflicted? Thinking that he couldn't wait for Yufeng to leave [Liuyun Island], he suddenly wanted to cry.

"What are you doing here?" Yueming's heart wrinkled his nose. Was this girl dumbfounded by herself last time? Standing all the time.

"Have you taken the [Yue Sword]?" Feng Fuyao suddenly thought that these two situations seemed to be a little different.

"Can you guess?" The more obvious he looked at him with a smile.

"..." So the wind shook the little courage that it had finally summoned up and disappeared without a trace.

"You are Lin Feng!" Feng Fuyao looked at Lin Feng with difficulty.

"What can I do for you?" Lin Feng also felt that the person in front of him was not only ugly but also stupid.

"Let's compete." Feng Fuyao carefully glanced at Yue Ming and said tremblingly.

"Are you sick?" Lin Feng suddenly felt a little pitiful. You said that it's better for you to stay at home and recover from illness. What kind of bird sword is better than to come out and cause trouble?

"You!" Feng Fuyao's fear of being more and more clear does not mean that Lin Feng pulled out [Kunpeng] at that time. Well, he is testing whether Yue Mingxin has brought [Yue Jian] or not.

Who knew that the more Mingxin stood still and his expression remained unchanged, Lin Feng instead hid behind her.

"..." Feng Fuyao is really about to cry. The more clearly you think about whether your sister is wearing an innate sword or not?!

The more clearly he was, the more clearly he was. Seeing that the more clearly he was before, he did not interfere with his own behavior. Looking at Lin Feng, who hid and even hid behind the woman, Feng Fuyao was not so polite.

"Do you fight or not?" Feng Fuyao's [Kunpeng] gradually escaped a trace of powerful breath.

"Is I sick?" Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him contemptuously.

"You!" Feng Fuyao is about to split towards Lin Feng. This girl's mouth is too poisonous and owed.

The more Mingxin did not move, but quietly crossed between the two, blocking the offensive route of the wind.

Feng Fuyao did not dare to act rashly. He just looked at Lin Feng and said angrily, "You are still not a man, hiding behind a woman."

"Your swordsmanship, right?" Lin Feng looked at Feng Fuyao and asked.

"What!" Feng Fuyao is obviously very complaous.

"What you have in your hand is a congenital sword [Kunpeng]." Lin Feng asked sincerely again.

"A little vision." Feng Fuyao looked at Yue Ming's calm face and was quietly proud.

"Am I a fool?" Lin Feng looked at him and asked with a smile.

"...not like that." Feng Fuyao replied with some hesitation.

"That's right, I'm not a brain-damaged fool and I'm not an idiot. I, a small swordsman, hold a broken sword and compete with you with an authentic innate sword. There is something wrong with your brain!" Lin Feng was angry at that time. Did you bully people like this?

"..." When the wind shook, he was speechless.

"But you killed me as a swordsman when you were the seventh grade of the swordsman." Suddenly thinking of the information on the letter, Feng Fuyao said confidently, "Besides, what you are holding is also an innate sword. How can I bully you?"

"Have you seen me kill the swordsman with your own eyes? What about the evidence? Lin Feng was not happy at that time. Are you here for me?! Since you are not good, I don't need to give you any face.

"Shameless!" Feng Fuyao rushed over with [Kunpeng], which is too shameless.

"Get out!" Yue Mingxin suddenly said coldly.

I have been on guard against the fear of the wind shaking of the bright heart and stopping reflexively when I hear the sound of the heart.

"Is it embarrassing for a swordsman to bully an eight-grade swordsman? Is it so righteous? The five families are indeed becoming more and more shameless. The more clearly he said.

Fengfu was annoyed and rushed over with the innate sword. If he had an innate sword, he would take it out at his first test. Then he saw Yue Mingxin taking the broken sword from Lin Feng's hand, and then he turned around and left without hesitation.

Domineering side leakage! Looking at the wind sword saint who fled in dismay, Lin Feng looked at Yue Mingxin with a look of worship and admiration.