The blue ice surface is like jade, and the turtle of the old dragon bell.

Looking down from the sky, the entire Heritage Lake is a perfect work of art, making people secretly wonder.

"Senior Wind, do you know where the Wind Sword is?"

Together with Xiaoyuan, Lin Feng came to the front of the Xuan Turtle and bowed his hands.

"What do you want the Wind Sword for?"

Xuan Turtle was stunned, he glanced at the grilled fish rack in the distance, and the Yanyue Sword put on two more herring fish, which were roasting hot.

Isn't it enough to have a hot moon?

Why do you need the Wind Resistant?

If it weren't for Madoka being by Lin Feng's side, the Xuan Turtle at this moment would really want to say-"People can't be insatiable!" ”

The Wind Sword, as its name suggests, is the most suitable for the use of wind spiritual power, and it was because of the Wind Sword that the Spirit Sword almost died in the heavenly realm.

Lin Feng didn't know if the Xuan Turtle could understand the meaning of the power of space, his task was to save the broken space, that is, to absorb the power of the space of the inheritance space, just like he had absorbed the power of the space of the ring before.

"Senior Feng, it was Senior Xiaoyao who asked me to take it......"

Since he didn't know how to explain it, Lin Feng simply threw the pot all on Xiaoyao's body.

Xuangui was stunned, looked at Xiaoyuan for a while, and then raised his left foot in front of him.

"Now, the Wind Sword is on the sole of my feet, it's been pierced for more than three thousand years, I can't turn into a human form now, and I can't pull it out, if you can help me pull it out, it can be regarded as a great favor for me, and it doesn't hurt to give the Wind Sword to you."

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Looking at the scarred Xuan Turtle's feet, an "iron rod" that only exposed the copper-colored hilt, Lin Feng frowned.

What is the situation, a sword with such strong feelings is a thorn in you?

"Don't look at it, this sword has been on me for more than three thousand years, and half of the spiritual power I absorbed has been given to him, and now the Wind Resisting Sword can be called an immortal weapon!"

"Shall I try?"

Seeing that the Xuan Turtle agreed, Lin Feng stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of the Wind Sword.

But the moment Lin Feng's palm touched the hilt of the sword, a huge thrust directly pushed him out a hundred meters away, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Big turtle, what are you doing? Don't bully my brother Lin Feng! ”

Seeing this, Madoka pointed at the turtle with a bear and said angrily.

The turtle, who was a little proud, couldn't help but tremble a little when he heard Madoka's threat.

My aunt!

I didn't bully your brother Lin Feng, it was really this wind sword that pierced the soles of my feet for three thousand years, and it almost grew with my flesh and blood.

Although my level is not high, it is not something that you little dolls can fight against!

Besides, the Wind Resisting Sword was a spiritual weapon back then, and after being nourished by three thousand years of spiritual power, it can now be called an immortal weapon.

Spiritual weapons have spirits, and immortal weapons have spirits.

Therefore, if the Wind Sword does not recognize the Lord, it is impossible for any mortal to pull it out unless it is at the level of an immortal......

Gengui thought depressedly in his heart, but he didn't want to offend Madoka.

"Little girl, why don't you let Lin Feng drip blood on the Wind Sword? Immortal weapons have spirits, if he is willing to recognize Lin Feng as the master, he will naturally listen to Lin Feng's words? ”

"You want Brother Lin Feng to bleed!?"

Madoka snorted, and the two big-eyed turtles furted straight at the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, the fat man and the others also noticed the change on Lin Feng's side, so they quickly rushed over.

"Brother Lin, are you okay?"

The fat man asked with concern.

"Ahem......"

The huge impact force made Lin Feng's mind shake a little, and it took a long time for him to stabilize.

"Fatty, there is a magic weapon at the foot of that turtle - the Wind Sword, can you see if you can pull it out?"

The fat man is a wind-based spiritual power, so Lin Feng decided to let the fat man try it.

When he saw the fat man coming, Feng Xuangui squinted his eyes slightly and looked each other up and down.

Lingjianzi is the apprentice of the Wind Turtle, and the fat man has been inherited by the Spirit Sword, that is to say, the fat man is actually the disciple of this Turtle?

Thinking like this, everyone looked at Sun Kongkong with anticipation.

"Well, should I get some blood first?"

The fat man said worriedly, after breaking through the foundation, he did feel that he had become a lot stronger, but as for how much he had become stronger, he didn't have a very clear concept in his heart.

It's just that whenever the operation is improved by the spirit sword inheritance, the fat man has a sense of joy when the dragon enters the sea.

"No need, use the wind system spiritual power, you should be able to help me!"

Feng Xuan Turtle said softly, making the fat man's originally nervous heart gradually quiet down.

The spiritual power was running, and a circular cyan vortex immediately appeared around the fat man, and the surrounding spiritual power also frantically surged towards his body.

And the fat man's eyes were still purple wrapped in cyan, and looking at him from a distance, it made his whole person have a strange taste.

The moment his hands touched the hilt of the Wind Sword, the spiritual power on the fat man's body was like a flood that had been opened by the valve, surging towards the Wind Sword.

At the same time, because of the operation of his own spiritual power, the surrounding spiritual power is constantly replenished into the fat man's body.

"Will the Wind Sword, which even the Spirit Sword can't obtain, recognize you as the master?"

The turtle sighed lightly, but still showed expectant eyes.

Suddenly, the turtle felt that something had fallen on top of his head, and when he was about to shake his head, a huge force fell from the sky and fixed him in place.

"Demon Emperor, you!"

It turned out that Xiaoyao didn't know when he actually stood on top of the turtle's head, the snow-white clothes were windless, and the purple spiritual power light wrapped the turtle's entire body in the middle.

"Wind, this kid will definitely be able to pull out the Wind Sword, I'm worried that you will go crazy in pain and hurt others."

Xiaoyao explained.

But Feng Xuan Turtle expressed his dissatisfaction, are you afraid that I will go crazy, just suppress me with spiritual power?

Why do you have to stand on top of me?

Don't you want to pretend to be very good?

Although he was not convinced, Feng Xuan Turtle couldn't get angry.

There's no way, the Demon Emperor is the Demon Emperor after all, and it's not something that a small spirit beast can afford to provoke!

But......

Feng Xuan Turtle glanced at Madoka again, thinking to himself.

Before, because of the Wind Sword, I haven't been able to rejuvenate, if Sun Kongkong, this kid, can pull out the Wind Sword, I can directly advance to the Immortal Beast ......

The fat man's spiritual power continued to pour into the Wind Sword, and suddenly for a few moments, he found that when the rhythm of his absorption of the spiritual power of heaven and earth was the same as that of the Wind Sword's absorption of his spiritual power, the two could actually reach a delicate balance.

Even, in those few moments, the fat man still had a feeling that he could control the Wind Sword.

"Is that so?"

Time passed quickly, and the fat man controlled the rhythm for longer and longer.

Finally, when the fat man fully mastered the rhythm of the Wind Sword, the spiritual power in his body no longer surged to the Wind Sword.

Even, if the fat man wants to, the spiritual power on the Wind Resisting Sword can actually feed his own spiritual power back to the fat man.

"Come out!"

With a loud cry from the fat man, the Wind Sword was instantly pulled out of the sole of the turtle's feet.

The cyan color was almost like a transparent sword blade, and at the same time as it was shrouded in light, the body of the turtle in front of the fat man was also rapidly becoming smaller.

The entire inheritance space shook at the same time, and the spiritual power from the inheritance lake frantically surged towards the surrounding areas where the spiritual power was thin.