Chapter 23 The golden sword is like the autumn wind

Lin Feng withdrew his messy thoughts, smiled, and sighed gently when he saw his parents' situation like a world. He stood up and came to his room and sat down cross-legged.

The dark black stars on the sea are still brilliant and dazzling, emitting an inexplicable light.

The illusion has been refined [Peiyuandan]. At this moment, it looks like an inexplicable elegant and ethereal atmosphere on his body.

Lin Feng looked at it again and again in surprise, and couldn't help curling his lips: "What a human dog!"

Huan only felt that his throat was sweet, and there was a burst of Venus in front of him, and the blood in his body was churning. Poor self-grut and elegant forehead.

"Your sister!" He said with hatred, "The dog can't spit out ivory!"

"That's right, this ruffian looks like you." Lin Feng looked at the illusion that returned to normal. Well, it looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"What's the matter?" I didn't bother to pay attention to him and went straight to the point.

Lin Feng, who was seen through his intention, was not embarrassed at all and said righteously, "Which is better, breaking through the realm of swordsman to understand the meaning of swordsman or understanding the meaning of swordsman in the realm of swordsman?"

Huan looked at him in surprise and meditated for a long time: "It's the same, but the sooner the better. After all, the understanding of him will be deeper and deeper. Moreover, there is an opportunity when the swordsman breaks through the swordsman..."

"The opportunity?" Lin Feng was stunned. Why has he never heard of it?

"The country bumpkin is rare and strange." He looked at him with contempt and finally found a little self-esteem and majesty.

"Cut!" Lin Feng disdained to compare a middle finger: "I don't know how to pretend to understand. What kind of big-tailed wolf?"

The phantom face suddenly turned red: "Huh! Few people get this opportunity. It can be said that it is rare among the phoenixes. Don't count on it, boy. Moreover, people who can get that kind of opportunity can naturally get it. How can others know it?

"That is to say, he appeared naturally?" Lin Feng is thoughtful.

"That kind of opportunity will be good for swordsmanship and so on." Lin Feng touched his chin.

"Toad. Infatuation, delusion." Huan looked at Lin Feng with contempt and disdain.

Lin Feng ignored him and just looked at the golden area. The golden area that devours a best Peiyuandan also seems to have an inexplicable breath, just like a sleeping beast with a trace of recovery.

"I suggest you don't go there now." Looking at Lin Feng's eager eyes, Huan said solemnly, "Even now I can't figure out what's going on there..." Huan scratched his head with some pain and said, "*ah!"

"Hmm?" Lin Feng tilted his head or walked that way. Is the things that Drunken Grandpa gave him reliable after all?

The golden sword spirit is overflowing, and the sword spirit is shooting everywhere, like a violent storm surge in the depths of the ocean.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, jumped, and disappeared into the golden area.

"..." He stared at Lin Feng, who jumped into Wang Yang's sword without hesitation, and was speechless.

For a long time, or just for a moment, like a cat with a trampled tail, he rushed into the golden area with a strange scream, and then returned with an awkward electric fire, but there was a half-dead and half-dead consciousness in his hand.

"Madman!" Looking at the tattered holes in his clothes, he shook his head and cursed.

Sitting quietly next to Lin Feng's broken consciousness, watching the shameless guy slowly absorb the black fog he had saved to recover his consciousness, and waved his arm angrily.

"No!" Looking painfully at the black fog he had accumulated, he stood up and cut his arm down with great momentum: "If it goes on like this, I will make him a wedding dress."

stared at the horrible golden area and fell into meditation.

The brilliant sword thousands of years ago was magnificent, like the nine-day Milky Way smashed the local star from the sky with a kind of determination to return to the sea, smashing it, and then ended the war.

Although the golden area in front of him is not so domineering, it is still not sleeping for thousands of years, and most of his power is comparable to the illusion of life-saving.

"What should I do?" He touched his chin and looked at the sword like a fish jumping out of the water, and suddenly came up with a wonderful way.

"Wang Wang, I'm really a peerless genius!" There was an extremely beaten expression on his phantom face.

Since I can't beat your army, can I always catch a shrimp? Anyway, I'm not trying to defeat you, I just want to understand the sword. I thought of it proudly.

Just do it, and strode to the golden area. Looking at the messy and scary golden sword, I couldn't help shrinking my head, looking around for a long time, and finally grabbed a big black fog.

As soon as the big black hand touched the golden area, it jumped up like a rabbit with a burning buttocks and rushed to his golden house at an unprecedented speed.

"Dong!"

A shocking loud sound echoed in the black empty sea of knowledge for a long time.

He patted his chest happily, looked at the door that had been obviously deformed at this time, and exhaled a long breath: "It's so close. Fortunately, I'm smart and run fast."

Looking proudly at the wisp of golden sword that is constantly wandering in his tattered black hand, he smiled ferociously and said, "Little boy, fighting with me, you are still a little tender. I won't get you as usual?!"

When speaking, he was a little unable to control the convenience of the black big hand, and the golden sword suddenly rushed out of the loophole and stabbed the phantom eyebrows fiercely.

Lie down and avoid the disaster of piercing the eyebrows. Then the big black hand became thicker and more solid, and fiercely grabbed the golden sword that escaped: "Kid, stay honest!!"

"What's going on?" Lin Feng, who was awakened by the loud noise, scratched his head doubtfully, sat up with pain, watched the golden area dance with unprecedented anger, and shrank in fear. But when he saw the ghost waving at him from a dilapidated door, he couldn't help but be at a loss for a moment.

Huan looked at the indifferent Lin Feng, carefully probed to look at the situation outside, shook the golden sword in his hand, and then disappeared after entering the gate.

Lin Feng suddenly realized and quickly ran towards the black gate.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Feng couldn't wait to look at the golden sword and laughed like a weasel who stole the old chicken. He was accompanied by a treacherous smile. The black castle suddenly smiled and the wind was blowing.

Lin Feng grasped to repair his still shabby consciousness with [Forging God]. While gritting his teeth, he gritted his teeth and looked at the rapid reduction of his black fog and comforted himself that he was fine. After the boy understood the meaning of the sword, he would be fine, and his eyes showed fierce light.

The divine consciousness has finally returned to normal, and even becomes more and more condensed and tenacious. Lin Feng looked at his increasingly powerful consciousness with satisfaction, and the idea of this strange black fog in his heart.

"Now that you are well, let's start." Huan looked at Lin Feng, who was thinking about some nasty ideas, and flew up and kicked him into the big black hand that imprisoned the golden sword.

The golden sword was as angry as a mad cow. Seeing Lin Feng's poor consciousness, it rumbled over. Lin Feng kept avoiding in a small area in a hurry, but his consciousness was finally split in half by a sword.

seemed to fill the whole world, and Lin Feng was unavoidable. He watched the not- Brilliant but still domineering golden sword split himself in half. He could even feel the coolness attached to the wisp of the sword.

Huan quickly dragged out two half forest winds, looked at the two half forest winds in a coma, Huan let out a howling, reached out and grabbed a mass of black fog to surround it.

After a ray of incense, Lin Feng's consciousness recovered intact again, and he woke up leisurely.

Looking leisurely, Lin Feng blinked his eyes aggrievedly and asked, "Why is it just a wisp so domineering? No, it's like a madman." He vigorously put his hand from top to bottom and said, "No, just like this, he split me fiercely."

"Not bad, not bad." Huan touched his chin and said, "I can feel the hegemony in the meaning of the sword. It seems that this method is feasible." Looking at Lin Feng's sad face, he smiled happily and said, "As for why he is like a madman, it's very simple! You stole them out, and do you still expect them to be respectful to you?

Lin Feng looked at someone who was excited because of the disaster, and his secluded eyes were full of sadness.

"You have to endure hardships before you are the superior!" He patted him on the shoulder with comfort: "by the way, do you have any other feelings besides this? You have to say it and summarize the experience to master the sword more quickly.

Looking at the bad illusion that obviously wants to hear more of his masochism experience to increase his psychological balance and pleasure, Lin Feng held his forehead and was in pain. What an evil tenant!

Suddenly thinking of the coolness like autumn, Lin Feng hesitated and gently shook his head, but the cold autumn feeling became more and more intense and profound, just like a sudden gust of autumn wind blowing in the hot summer.

"The golden sword is like the autumn wind!" Lin Feng couldn't help muttering.

Hearing this inaudible murmur, which was obviously in a state of excitement, it jumped up and shouted like a cat with a burned tail, "What?" The tone was full of incredible, shocked, disbelieving, not understanding and other emotions.

"The golden sword is like the autumn wind." Lin Feng looked at the illusion of screaming, and his two big pure eyes looked at him blankly and blinked innocently.