Chapter 376 Stupid

Qingyang County.

Heavy building hall, Zhumen glazed tiles. I don't know how many thousands of feet...

The Nangong family.

Before the family temple behind the palace. The people of the Nangong family are densely arranged. His head was slightly lowered, and his expression was full of indescribable fear...

Nangong Xuan stood quietly in front of the crowd, frowned, like a mountain in the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Behind him stood the deacons of the Nangong family, holding the huge black machete in his arms, standing straight like a sword...

In the Qingyang Forbidden Palace that day, he was not fruitless. I got a book of Qingyun Royal Swordsmanship. His breath has stabilized at the peak of the state of gas gathering. And there is a faint tendency to break through to the virtual world...

What is missing now is only an opportunity. Han Feng. Somehow, the name suddenly jumped into his mind. His fingers stagnated and slightly cold, and the chill of the machete pierced his skin...

After being refined by a famous master, this black machete has been connected with his mind. Since he entered the wilderness devil forest to practice and killed a five-level Warcraft black-faced pig, he has also faintly felt advanced. The weapons handed down from generation to generation are really not ordinary. If you advance further, you can break through the famous mortal soldiers and enter the low-level realm of Lingbao. At that time...

There is a hot surge in the eyes of the knife...

At this time, a feeling that made his heart tremble and made his eyes condense. He did not look up, but felt a hurricane-like divine storm suddenly cover the scene. His heart moved and he subconsciously clenched the dark machete in his hand. In a faint time, the coolness from the machete made him awake...

At this time, the divine storm in the air was still strengthening, and the sky suddenly changed color. Dark clouds came, and the wind was remembered around, and people's clothes and hair flew violently in the air. The pressure is getting stronger and stronger. All people's heads droop lower...

"Nangong Ce led the Nangong family hall, 9,000 disciples, invited the head of the family to go out of the customs."

At this time, countless disciples of the Nangong family shouted together three times and suddenly knelt down collectively. The momentum is quite amazing...

The pressure spreads in the air. A burst of laughter suddenly came out, and then resounded through the space. With laughter. The closed door suddenly opened. A tall figure slowly came out of the door. His figure is not very burly, but it gives people the feeling of being extremely tall. Even if there are thousands of people, your eyes will still be attracted by that person's angry place...

This person is the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Xuan, who has been closed. His eyes slowly glanced at the countless people kneeling, and the majesty in his eyes made people dare not force them to look at. At this moment, its edges and corners are clear, like the face of purple jade, and the dark clouds in the air can be twisted out of the water solemnly...

The sad laughter, with the sound of gold and iron. Absolutely not under the master of the virtual world...

"Tell me, how did Wuliang die?"

Everyone was trembling and quiet, and no one dared to touch Nangong Xuan's eyebrows at this time. Everyone knows the name of the head of the family, which is well known. Moreover, although Nangong Xuan has a group of wives and concubines, he is not good at the room* and is dedicated to studying martial arts. Therefore, so far, he only has two sons, Nangong Wuliang and Nangong Xuan...

Nan Gong Ce slowly raised half of his head, and the resentment on his face was no worse than Nangong Xuan. Because only he knew that Nangong Wuliang was actually his son who had an affair with Nangong Xuan's wife. Nangong Xuan thought that the former was sad for the loss of his son, and he couldn't help trusting Nangong Ce in front of him...

Nangong Ce suppressed the grief in his heart and slowly stretched out his hand, and a dark jade bottle was shining in his hand.

"Spirit bottle."

This is a kind of fairy treasure that can store the yuan god so that it will not be melted by the evil spirit of heaven and earth.

Nangong Ce's fingers quickly formed fingerprints in the air, and read the truth in his mouth. The lid of the Yunling bottle slowly opened, and a wisp of black smoke curled out, turning into Nangong's infinitely white and resentful face in the air.

"Dad, avenge me. I was killed by Han Feng of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy..."

The sad howling is frightening, and Nangong's infinitely illusory face is distorted because of the resentment in his heart. Because the distortion makes people feel extremely ferocious...

"Hmm." Nangong Xuan's cold hum made the surrounding air suddenly condense, "Let you practice hard, but force you to go out of the customs. It's really dead today, but who is complaining?

The yuan god did not dare to howd any more, and the gap in his hair showed the resentment like ghost fire in his eyes.

The depth of love is naturally responsible. Nangong Xuan said in a low voice, "Don't worry, my father will not let you die in vain. I will let Han Feng suffer ten times and a hundred times more with you, not only smash ten thousand pieces of his body, burn his yuan god, so that he will never enter reincarnation, but also destroy his sect, so that they will always regret having such an unworthy disciple under their family. ......"

Countless people shuddered and couldn't help but sentence Han Feng and his sect to death. There are many such precedents in the world of practice, because the actions of the disciples in the sect have brought great disaster to the sect. So that the body is destroyed, and the chickens and dogs are not left...

The bloody facts are full of the cruelty and darkness of the world...

"My son, go ahead. If there is a chance, I will ask the most capable people in the door to take action to restore your body.

"Thank you, Dad."

The countless balone of Nangong in the air was overjoyed. He lay in the air and kowtowed his head to Nangong Xuan. His illusory body slowly changed to be transparent, and then disappeared, turning into a wisp of black smoke and returning to the spirit bottle

I went...

Many people's hearts were shocked, which also left a huge suspense for everyone. Is there really a strong sect behind the Nangong family?... However, no one dares to ask, because there is only one consequence of random inquiry. After knowing the secret that you should know, you have embarked on the road of no return...

The dark clouds are getting heavier and lower, and seem to be touchable. The tall temple also seemed to tremble in the wind. In fact, it is not the temple that trembles, but the human heart...

Nangong Xuan turned his head and asked Nangong Ce, "Don't tell me what method to use. You can use any power of the Nangong family. I just want the result."

Nan Gong Ce slowly knelt down. The damp air made his gray hair into a stray. His voice trembled slightly because of resentment and excitement.

"I'm going to Wuyun City."

At the same time, the dark clouds in the air finally couldn't bear the heavy rain in their hearts and suddenly fell down. Every drop is the size of copper money. The crackling sound instantly poured through the last trace of temperature on people...

......

Han Feng sat cross-legged. His face was purple, and the power of rushing like a wave of anger circled back and forth in the eight strange meridians. Every cell of the body is hungry and thirsty. At this moment, if you are beside him, you can hear a sound like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves in his body, or like a spiritual wheat pulling out in the dark night, ensemble into a strange music...

Han Feng's transportation route is extremely strange. Others follow the eight strange meridians and run the power. Since the two beads rotated around the Buddha beads in his body, a strange force has been generated in his body, which can't help greatly compressing the power in his body. I don't know how many times his ability to absorb power is more than others. Moreover, the golden power produced is extremely lively. After washing the meridians in his body, he became extremely resilient and more generous. Therefore, he also needs an extremely huge Yuan force to enrich the whole meridians...

Han Feng's face gradually changed from purple to blood red, and he felt that his blood was burning with fire. Next to it is a pile of gray lime. This is the waste produced after the flint was sucked by Han Feng, because the natural fire element energy inside was swallowed up by Han Feng, and now it has become a gray lime with no effect...

The golden, white and cyan illusory flowers scattered above the head have become more solid. Then, Xu Xu instilled it into Han Feng's heavenly spirit. Han Feng slowly opened his eyes, as if two small flames were burning in his eyes.

"Wow." A few feet of air mass spewed out of Han Feng's mouth, as bright as fireworks, and the air around him suddenly became unusually dry. I'm afraid that if there is a little fire source, it will explode...

The temperature in the room finally returned to normal. Han Feng gently clenched his fist and felt the full power in the meridians. A proud smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. This fire crystal is really a treasure. It is more similar than the blood crystal he absorbed in the forbidden palace in Qingyang. But the fire element is purer...

Now there is a pyrite vein, which is not too big, but it is enough for him to absorb for several months. This makes Han Feng feel like an upstart, and it is difficult to suppress the joy in his heart...

A strange voice suddenly came to Han Feng's ear. His heart moved, and something appeared in his mind. This was the strange egg he got on the altar at the bottom of the deep pool.

"Good guy!"

Han Feng took a breath of cold air, and the 100 pieces of flint he put around the strange egg had become soft and destroyed white limestone. Obviously, all the fire element energy has been absorbed by it...

Because I thought that this strange egg once devoured the blood crystals he put in the Xumi bag. Therefore, he thought that the strange egg must be hatched with the energy of crystals. So, on the first day, he put a few flints in it, but he didn't expect that the next day, the flints had turned into waste.

Han Feng did not give up, and the next day he doubled the flint. He wants to see what kind of bird this strange egg can produce. But to his great surprise, it increased to the flint and devoured it in a blink of an eye. The number of flint placed has increased day by day, and the number has reached a terrible level. But the white strange egg is like a bottomless hole, letting Han Feng put the flint meat buns beat the dog - there is no return.

The whole fire crystal vein was even more than half absorbed by the strange egg...

Han Feng couldn't help but feel extremely painful when he thought of this. When his mind moved, the white monster had been taken out of the Xumi bag by him...

Looking at the strange eggs the size of ten goose eggs in front of me. He didn't notice that the gap in the white egg had increased a lot. I just felt angry and couldn't help pointing to the strange egg to scold a few words, but after searching for a long time, I couldn't think of a few words, and finally stiffly suffoed two syllables.

"Idiot."