Chapter 162: Scarlet Man
Lingfeng was beaten into a blood mist, people were shocked to see, there were some faint objects in the blood mist, which were the hardest steel bars and bricks prepared by Lingfeng before the game, and there were a few props that were exchanged for points, the golden ball did not cause any damage to these items, it seemed that the golden ball deliberately did not attack these objects that did not fluctuate. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Linglong's heart in the little finch's arms tightened, he had never seen this kind of situation, and there was a faint feeling of nausea, because it was really a little bloody, the little finch seemed to feel that she gently comforted Linglong, and finally whispered something, so that Linglong's nervous mind slowly calmed down.
Lingfeng has never done something uncertain, this Howling Sky Dog who has invisibly pit Lingfeng many times has the most right to speak, if Lingfeng was not sure before, even if the Roaring Sky Dog pits him, Lingfeng will definitely not risk his life.
The thick bloody aura made people uncomfortable for a while, even the audience on various screens only felt a slight chill, people below the Golden Immortal level were beaten in this way, even if they would not die, their strength would be greatly reduced, and it would take at least half a month to recover, they thought that even if Lingfeng had strong recovery power, it might languish for a long time.
Because most of the golden balls are concentrated on attacking Lingfeng, it makes Yu Ming in front of him a lot easier, at this time, he can even ignore the nearby golden balls and directly put away the defensive cover and rush forward, but there will be three or three golden balls hitting him, but this damage recovers quickly, and he is not worried.
"Do you want to pull this player out? What do I think he can't hold on? The staff was worried again, although it was said that it was normal for there to be deaths and injuries in the games, but it was also very troublesome to have serious deaths and injuries, not to mention that Lingfeng, a player, he heard that Yang Jian was covering him again, and it was difficult to guarantee that Yang Jian would not be looking for trouble if he had an accident.
The referee next to him swore solemnly: "Do what you have to do, don't interfere too much in the game." ”
"It really hurts, why can I survive being beaten like this? Could it be that the special ability to restore that copied Paul was so strong in the first place? ”
Paul was beaten and fractured at the beginning, and he could recover in about a week, which is very unimaginable for ordinary people, but for immortals, this bit of recovery is nothing at all.
However, everyone seems to have overlooked a problem, Paul was able to fully recover no matter what kind of damage he suffered, it was only a matter of time, there was almost no consumption, and at most he would be very hungry after recovery.
This kind of recovery ability is a bit terrifying, and Xiaoqiang, who can't be killed, is the most headache for the opponent.
After Lingfeng copied Paul's recovery ability, the recovery speed can be described as the speed of light, and the recovery characteristics are almost exerted to the extreme.
"Gather!" Lingfeng was beaten into a blood mist, but the spiritual power has been maintained in an extremely strong state, almost no damage, with a strong mental power Lingfeng can feel all the pain, pain drills the heart, but it also means that he can control the blood mist, so the blood mist is slowly converging in this state of continuous high-speed dispersal, which makes many people shocked.
But the flying speed of the countless golden balls is too fast, and even if they are gathered, it is not ideal.
The blood mist condensed into a basic humanoid form, but it was still very vague.
The humanoid took a step forward in this state of dispersion.
Boom.
People's hearts are one, their eyes are wide, and they condense the human form in the posture of blood mist and take another step forward, no one thought of it.
Trample.
Another step.
The blood-colored humanoid began to adjust to this vague humanoid state, and the posture of walking began to normalize.
Yang Jian's eyes were sharp, and he grabbed the armrest of the seat and stood up suddenly: "Lingfeng's recovery power has increased again, and his current state can almost be said to be reborn with blood." ”
The old master also squinted his eyes and looked at the dean of the First Academy who was lying on the recliner and was asleep: "I said, should you explain something, didn't you accidentally know the method of strengthening the ability of the spirit phoenix with this method." ”
This method is unheard of by the old master, because the people who can be reborn with blood recorded in history are more rare than Lingfeng's kind of magic immunity, and the second academy has a record of people who are immune to magic, but there is no record of people with this kind of terrifying resilience, and no one knows how people with this kind of terrifying resilience cultivate, and blood rebirth only exists in the imagination.
"Whew... Call... The tower man continued to sleep.
The old master knew that this guy was pretending to be stupid, the more he wanted to know some details, unknown things needed to be explained, they were all members of the top powerhouses in the Heavenly Court, and they couldn't allow anything that was not under their control to appear, otherwise it would be very bad for the management of the Heavenly Court.
But the tower man didn't say a word, and they really couldn't help it.
"If only the husband knew." Yang Jian thought to himself.
The roaring dog told him about Fu Zhu, Fu Zhu is a very old existence, he can't find the hidden Fu Zhu, which proves that Fu Zhu's strength is probably beyond the imagination of many people, at least the hidden kung fu is beyond the imagination of many people.
This ancient beast that has lived for at least seven or eight hundred thousand years must know more than them, but Fu Zhu only shows his existence to Lingfeng and Roaring Heavenly Dog, and others can't feel it.
Go find the Howling Sky Dog and ask him to ask his husband.
After Yang Jian made up his mind, he disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of the Roaring Sky Dog.
When the Roaring Sky Dog learned about it, he also wanted to find Fu Zhu with a serious expression, but found that Fu Zhu was not by his side, and Fu Zhu just now was still coming.
The Howling Sky Dog was embarrassed and said, "Big brother, I can't find him either." ”
"Disappeared at this time?" Yang Jian felt that things were even more abnormal.
Lingfeng had a conversation with him and discussed things about his recovery ability, but he never thought that recovery power would be so terrifying, and if he had known about it, he would definitely pay attention to it.
Right now, he wants to directly stop the game and get Lingfeng out to ask what is going on, it's not that he covets Lingfeng's ability to be reborn with blood, he is worried that Lingfeng's weird cultivation method will affect Lingfeng's mind, looking at the surface this cultivation method is really a bit terrifying, almost similar to those evil cultivation methods.
The tower man suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian at this time, changed his lazy appearance just now and said more relaxedly: "Lord Yang Jian, this is the game, what I can promise you is that Lingfeng will be fine, if you want to ask him about anything, please ask him personally after the game, but you may not be able to ask anything." ”
"Can't you explain something?" Yang Jian's face was gloomy.
The tower man said nothing: "I have nothing to explain, I am just entrusted by someone, his name is Fuzhu, you should know, I don't want to say this, but people agree to let me give you an account, then I will say it, I don't know anything else." ”