Waiting for Ling Feng to follow the crimson smoke to the current camp of the Huokui Legion, Ling Feng really felt what life was on the tip of the knife, the day before, it was still a majestic appearance, and the members of the various gods of war were as strong as calves, but now, everywhere Ling Feng saw wounded people, and many people's equipment was damaged to the limit.

"The head of the regiment is back. As soon as the crimson smoke stepped into the camp gate, the gloomy face of the God of War congregation stood up excitedly, like a wave quickly swept across the entire camp, hula hundreds of men all stood up, even those who were seriously injured tried their best to stand up and look at the crimson smoke, the crimson smoke was wrapped in Ling Feng's robe, the face was as heavy as water, and the eyes swept over everyone very calmly, and then under the gaze of these people, they walked all the way to the big tent in the middle.

Luo Ying and Luo Xiaoying, who got the news, also ran out of the big tent quickly one after another, and all the officials of the Huokui Legion stood on both sides of the big tent waiting for the crimson smoke, Ling Feng silently followed behind the crimson smoke, he felt a kind of spiritual power, everyone here still suffered defeat and collapsed before, after the crimson smoke appeared, everyone burst out with unimaginable fighting spirit, as if as soon as the crimson smoke came back, they were immediately invincible.

"You still dare to appear!" Luo Xiaoying saw Ling Feng, his honest face turned purple in an instant, seeing that his fists were clenched, Luo Ying frowned and stopped his younger brother, the crimson smoke glanced at Ling Feng, and said lightly: "Give him all his things back and let him go." "Leader, he!" Luo Xiaoying hurriedly spoke, he originally wanted to say, this kid plotted against you, but as soon as the thought in his mind turned, he instantly understood, if Ling Feng had plotted Crimson Smoke, then how could he come back with Ling Feng.

Luo Xiaoying frowned, and ordered his subordinates to return Ling Feng's things, Crimson Smoke was not in a hurry to enter the big tent, watching Ling Feng's things were delivered, in fact, there were not many things that Ling Feng was stripped of, the Seven Star Sword, the Double Dragon Pei, and a fan, plus a ring that stored countless pills.

All the other things were returned, and Luo Xiaoying also ordered someone to bring Ling Feng clothes to cover his body, but after looking for it, the ring that Ling Feng had been taken away was not returned, "Bring it!" Ling Feng walked straight to Luo Xiaoying, Luo Xiaoying frowned, and asked coldly, "What?"

Ling Feng pointed behind Luo Xiaoying, it was a man in his early thirties, he was very tough, seeing Ling Feng pointing at him, the man immediately looked angry, "This ring is mine!" Ling Feng pointed to the space ring that the man was wearing on the little finger of his right hand and said.

"What you say is yours is yours, I said it's mine!" The man shouted loudly, Luo Xiaoying glanced at Crimson Smoke, Scarlet Smoke returned from the disaster, describing it as embarrassed, it was really not good to delay this matter for too long, so he said: "Give him the ring, and I'll give you another one." “

The man's face was cold, but he pursed his lips and clenched his fists, "You said it was yours, if you have a kind, you will come and get it!" This is obviously a provocative posture, not to mention the man's strong figure, he is still a five-stage earth fighting saint, such a person can be regarded as a small master anywhere, Ling Feng hid his strength before, and what he showed to these people was the peak of the earth fighting master, and the difference between the two people was the realm, so the man had nothing to fear.

What's more, the things in this ring are something he can't earn in his life, and it is absolutely impossible for him to return it to Ling Feng, Ling Feng chuckled, but looked at Crimson Yan, Scarlet Yan's face was nothing special, he just raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Don't look at me, I can't control this matter." Luo Xiaoying twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, since the head of the regiment has expressed his position, then this young man who he didn't like from the beginning is afraid that he will have to suffer a little.

"That's it, everyone is a bloody man who walks the continent, the ownership of this ring depends on which of you can hit whom, right?" Luo Xiaoying raised his voice and said, those God of War congregations who had been bullied by the Demon Shadow all came over, here, Ling Feng was an outsider, and he was their prisoner, it was obvious that Luo Xiaoying wanted that man to hit Ling Feng, so that he didn't have to return the ring, secondly, it could also improve morale, and secondly, it could also make Luo Xiaoying secretly refreshed.

Seeing that a battle was about to start like this, the man was not afraid at all, Ling Feng was also staring at him coldly, his momentum was not weak at all, Crimson Yan frowned slightly, she thought that Luo Xiaoying would deal with this matter, because anyone with a discerning eye could see that such a thing as a space ring was definitely not something that the man could have, but she never thought that Luo Xiaoying would be wrong, and she really wanted them to fight together.

How capable Ling Feng is, Crimson Smoke is very clear, a sixteen-year-old Sky Fighter, this is an unborn genius anywhere, not to mention that Ling Feng's origin is mysterious, not to mention that there is no big background, hurting people is a trivial matter, and it is not good to tie a Liangzi.

"It's a little measured, don't hurt anyone. Crimson Yan looked straight at him, Ling Feng and the man were facing him, the man patted his chest, and said confidently: "Don't worry, the head of the regiment, I will be merciful." Luo Xiaoying also echoed on the side, saying that he would guarantee that he would not hurt anyone, and that he could distinguish the winner from the loser, and almost no one realized that Crimson Smoke was said to Ling Feng.

The onlookers of the God of War congregation shouted even louder: "Don't break the little brother's face, such a handsome face is going to be ruined, and the women in this world will be distressed." Ling Feng didn't care much about the emotions of the audience, but still stared at the ring on the man's little finger, which not only contained the clothes that Ling Feng needed, but also the things he could compensate for the crimson smoke, so he had to take it back.

After a start, the man rushed over with a hungry wolf, and then the "whirring" fist wind with a fiery red arrogance hit more than a dozen punches in a row, the punch was like a wind, the fight was so lively, Ling Feng was caught off guard, he was forced to retreat a few steps, it was just parrying, the audience who watched it roared, but the crimson smoke frowned, with Ling Feng's real strength, this man could not have the upper hand at all, the only explanation was that Ling Feng was playing him.

Just after the two of them started fighting, the little Windwalker who was left outside bared its teeth and roared in a low voice and was about to rush in, Crimson Smoke hurriedly hugged it, and soothed it for a while before calming the irascible Windwalker, and pressed the little Windwalker's head with his thin fingers, Crimson Smoke was not without jealousy.

Ling Feng didn't actually mean to play tricks, he was just thinking about how he could defeat him without seriously injuring him, or even killing him, the sword must not be used, Ling Feng's strength, as soon as the sword strikes, the man will definitely die, after thinking for a long time, Ling Feng decided to use his scattered hand, the light in his eyes flashed, Ling Feng, who was moving and dodging, suddenly stopped moving, the man's eyes lit up, the opportunity finally came, he jumped up directly with a loud roar, and hugged the city fist with both hands in mid-air, and the fiery red fighting spirit instantly formed a fireball with a grinding plate, a fireball"Thorn Lala" headed towards the top of Ling Feng's head.

Many people are surprised to open their mouths wide, advanced fighting skills, volcano cover, once this fighting skill hits, it will be the end of the landslide and the flesh and blood will be shattered, and the officials are a little surprised, because this fighting skill is shot, it shows that it is a killer, but it is a ring, and there is no need to kill people, right?

Just when many people thought that Ling Feng was fierce and auspicious, Ling Feng suddenly slapped out with a palm, "Sanyuan hand!" The golden big handprint shot out in the air, extinguishing the fireball directly, and forcing the man down, and then Ling Feng slapped down again, and a huge golden handprint three meters long fell from the top of his head, and the man was instantly slapped to the ground with almost no parrying power.

There was a "bang", and the ground was light^Trembling, in the dust, the man was flatly pressed to the ground, everyone could clearly see that the huge handprint was covered on his body, under the slow pressure of Ling Feng's one hand, the palm print began to press the man into the ground, cracks spread around the man's body, many people felt the strong sense of oppression, the man's face was painful and resistant, but the handprint was like a falling jack, not moving at all, if it went on like this, he would be pressed into a meatloaf sooner or later.

"It doesn't hurt to say yes. Crimson Smoke walked out with the little lion in his arms, looking at Ling Feng with flickering eyes, Ling Feng smiled indifferently, and then took away the handprint, the man's anger was relaxed, and the whole person suddenly collapsed, and his whole body was soaked.

Luo Xiaoying looked at Ling Feng almost with an unbelievable gaze, the strength of the fighting power just now was obviously only possessed by a sky fighter, this kid was actually a sky fighter, a sixteen-year-old sky fighter, who could believe it?

The onlookers of the God of War congregation were also surprised, no one dared to laugh at Ling Feng anymore, the strong are respected, this sentence is really more used here, although the man was not seriously injured, but the bone joints were still dislocated by Ling Feng, this was a little punishment, and soon, Ling Feng's space ring was returned.

When the ring arrived, Ling Feng immediately had the confidence to signal Crimson Smoke to chat in private, and then Ling Feng and Crimson Yan entered the big tent alone, and a group of people outside the tent stared at the tent curtain that was put down inexplicably, and now they all knew that Ling Feng, a young man, was by no means an ordinary person.

"Don't you want to show me how strong you are?" Crimson Smoke put the little lion down, and the little guy immediately ran to Ling Feng's side, biting his trouser legs, Crimson Smoke glared at the little guy, scolded in his heart, Ling Feng walked to the table happily, "Do I look like such a frivolous person?"

Then his mind moved, and a pile of neat golden tickets began to appear on the table, not to mention that half of the golden tickets were placed on the table, and more than ten blue and white porcelain bottles also fell on the golden tickets, and the crimson smoke looked at Ling Feng who was carrying so much money with him, and his heart was even more complicated.

"I've got money, really. Ling Feng happily stretched out his hand to show the table full of tables, there are about more than 20 million golden tickets, thousands of first-grade hemostatic pills and Huanyuan pills, and about four or five hundred top-grade energy crystals, these things add up, they have exceeded the value of the ten energy essences of Scarlet Smoke, Scarlet Smoke is completely stupid, even if it is her, she does not have such a big net worth personally.