It is said that he is unconscious, but it is not at all, because Ling Feng is only dizzy in his brain, but he has not completely lost consciousness, he is in a gray space, just like the one he saw when he was reborn, this space is very wide, Ling Feng is like a wandering aimless wanderer like a floating soul, gradually, he seems to see a shadow, the shadow is round, with a black shadow behind it, instinctively, Ling Feng feels that the black shadow has a very friendly atmosphere, he wants to lean up, but several efforts are like being blown back by the wind。

Ling Feng was trying to lean towards the black shadow, and suddenly Ling Xue'er's concerned voice sounded in his ears, "Brother, wake up quickly~!" With a "brush", the gray space disappeared in an instant, and Ling Feng also woke up, and when he opened his eyes, all the people in the hall looked at him with strange expressions.

"What's wrong?" Ling Feng asked quietly, Ling Xue'er had a dark face and complained, "Let you condense the battle spirit, why are you still asleep, you fall asleep when you fall asleep, what are you talking about in a dream?" "What? What did I say in a dream?" Ling Feng hurriedly asked. "Top, top, I don't know what you're thinking. Ling Xue'er said angrily.

"Huh?" Ling Feng was completely confused, and he didn't know what this dream word meant. "Ling Feng, there is still some time, do you want to re-condense?" The black-robed chief priest walked up to the two sisters and brothers, he was no stranger to Ling Feng, and he was able to generate fighting power after the baptism, which was enough to make the black-robed chief priest pay attention to him.

"Re-condensation?" Ling Feng glanced at Ling Xue'er and found that she had an extra blue jade staff in her hand, which was transparent and crystal clear, and very beautiful. "Sister, is this your battle spirit?" Ling Feng asked in surprise, this battle spirit was actually a real thing.

"Hmm. Ling Xue'er nodded excitedly and condensed the magic staff, which meant that she would become one of the very few spell cultivators on the continent, so she was very happy. "Ling Feng?" The black-robed main priest's face was slightly displeased, and he stood in front of him, but he didn't see it.

"Well, of course, my brother accidentally fell asleep just now. Ling Xue'er hurriedly rushed back, Ling Feng also bowed his head to apologize, the main priest's face softened a little, and said softly, "Then let's start." "Yes. Ling Feng nodded, and with some trepidation, he picked up the method in his memory, if he arrived at that gray space again, he was afraid that he would fall asleep again.

But this time, Ling Feng was obviously not unconscious, because as soon as his eyes were closed, his eyes went to his body, where there was a light cluster slowly condensing, and after a while, the light ball was the size of a volleyball, and Ling Feng released the light ball condensed by the power of the fighting force out of his body according to the method, and couldn't wait to open his eyes, Ling Feng wanted to see what his battle spirit was.

"I'm sweating..." A series of exclamations came from all around, and even the black-robed chief priest had his eyes wide open, looking at this thing in front of him and feeling extremely incredible, "How could it be an incense burner?" Ling Xue'er only felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and when she looked at this fist-sized black incense burner, she only felt that there was no hope.

The spirit of war is extremely important for a fighter, and the formation of the spirit of war determines whether the fighter will be a strong man fighting on the front line or the backing of the auxiliary rear, but there are some people whose luck is really bad to the extreme, they finally stepped into the ranks of fighters, but the condensed spirit of war is something useless, such as hoes, shovels, hammers, etc., and it is useless, and no one has ever seen it, and the condensed spirit of war actually condensed the incense burner.

The incense burner, in addition to offering incense sacrifices, can it also be used?" "Hahahahaha~!" The unbridled laughter rang out, and Ling Xue'er looked angrily at the place where the laughter came from, and the laughing was none other than Tang Yong, who had found fault before.

Tang Yong held a thick-backed longan knife in his hand, the blade was four feet long and one palm wide, and he was extremely strong in his hand, seeing Ling Xue'er's eyes staring at him, Tang Yong did not hide it at all, and still laughed, "I heard that condensing clover is already the best, but I didn't expect that there would be an incense burner, Ling Dagongzi, you really surprised me." ”

Tang Yong has successfully condensed the battle soul, the thick-backed dragon eye knife is, which means that he will be a battle soul cultivator of the main soldier class, and has stepped into the threshold of the strong, so he can laugh at Ling Feng unscrupulously, unlike the others present, they sigh, surprise, ridicule, or regret like Ling Xue'er, but Ling Feng himself is not, Ling Feng's face is gradually overflowing with a wave of ecstasy, this incense burner is so unbearable in the eyes of others, but in Ling Feng's eyes, this incense burner is exchanged for the whole world, and he will not change it·！

"Nine Dragon Ding~!" these three words flashed in Ling Feng's mind, since he summoned the Outer Dao Golem, he thought that he would never have any intersection with the Nine Dragon Ding General, but he never thought that the battle spirit he condensed turned out to be the Nine Dragon Ding, the black Ding body, the six circling hideous dragon patterns, and the breath coming from the Ding's body were exactly the same as the super ancient artifact that was sucked into the ten immortals.

The black-robed chief priest originally had a look of pity, but he who had been staring at Ling Feng gradually changed his expression, he was very strange, how could a person show such an ecstatic expression when he saw such a waste of wood fighting spirit.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand, and the Nine Dragon Ding fell into his hands, the tentacles were warm, the surface was hard and rough, all of this was exactly the same as before, Ling Feng even couldn't wait to inject the True Yuan into it, and then see if the ability of the Nine Dragon Ding was still the same as before, but what happened around him made him unable to complete it.

"Tang Yong, you are looking for death!" Ling Xue'er's face instantly became extremely cold, the blue jade staff was shrouded in purple light, only to hear Ling Xue'er shout, the staff instantly split out a purple lightning with the thickness of the index finger, the lightning light surrounded, the thunderbolt sounded, Tang Yong hurriedly drew the knife to protect his body, the thick blade of the knife "snapped" and emitted an earthy yellow light, the electric light was actually pressed down, a moment later, a circle of yellow light burst out on the knife body, directly scattering the purple lightning.

Ling Xue'er hurriedly urged the blue jade staff again, but although the spell was cast through the staff, although the power was huge, but it required a long preparation time, Tang Yong shouted, and the heavy dragon's eye knife cut out an air blade, the earthy yellow air blade was only half a meter wide, but it hit Ling Xue'er at a very fast speed, Ling Xue'er shot two cold lights in her eyes, and actually continued to urge the blue jade staff, Tang Yong seemed to have already calculated this, and waited with a cruel smile when Ling Xue'er was hit by his own sword qi.

"Dang", everyone only heard a shock, and then the scene that stunned everyone appeared, a thin figure, but with resolute eyes stood in front of Ling Xue'er, the young man was holding a metal leg and foot in his hand, and if he looked closely, the leg and foot actually belonged to a Ding incense burner.

"I'll take it, can this incense burner still be used like this?" Seeing the lively young man's door, he couldn't help but exclaim, it was Ling Feng who blocked the air blade, at this time he was holding one foot of the Jiulong Ding in one hand, and the Jiulong Ding that changed into a more than one meter tall was carried in his hand, like a huge hammer.

Tang Yong took advantage of the air blade to harass Ling Xue'er, the person had already quietly leaned up, slightly surprised, Tang Yong still gritted his teeth and jumped up, the thick-backed big knife roared towards the top of Ling Xue's head, Ling Feng glanced at him indifferently, and with a effortless flick of his hand, the huge body smashed directly towards Tang Yong, who jumped in mid-air.

The knives collided, only to hear another roar, Tang Yong flew out upside down, directly smashed on a stone pillar in the hall, and the blood spit out like he didn't want money, and the longan knife in his hand became extremely dim, the light flashed a few times, and turned into a yellow light into Tang Yong's chest.

"Oh my God~! He actually used that incense burner to disperse Tang Yong's battle spirit. "Many people are surprised that a seemingly useless incense burner has such a powerful power, and Tang Yong's main soldier's longan knife has been scattered, and if Tang Yong wants to summon it again, he is afraid that it will take a lot of effort.

Tang Yong, who was knocked down, looked incredulous, Ling Xue'er over there also stopped urging the blue jade staff, and looked at Ling Feng in surprise, although Tang Yong was very pompous and arrogant, but his own fighting strength was very good, even if Ling Xue'er fought him head-on, it was half a victory or a half, and now Ling Feng carried an incense burner and took him down, Ling Xue'er couldn't imagine how strong Ling Feng's fighting power was.

The black-robed priest's face turned slightly pale, and he was shocked: "What a strong strength." "These boys who have just gained the battle spirit can't see clearly, but the black-robed chief priest can see it very clearly, the young man named Ling Feng didn't use the power of fighting at all, but just relied on his own strength to knock Tang Yong, who had reached the peak of the tenth stage of the fighting power, pure strength, what kind of concept is this? The black-robed chief priest only felt that his heart was pounding extremely fast, such a strong young man, he must tell the main priest immediately.

Tang Yong struggled to get up, he never thought that he was actually knocked down by the waste wood that he had always looked down on, the more he couldn't figure it out, the more he didn't believe it, he glanced at Ling Feng coldly, Tang Yong gritted his teeth and said, "You wait for me." ”

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, a trace of anger flashed in his heart, but he said in a low voice: "Next time you dare to provoke me again, I will make you regret coming to this world!" As he spoke, Ling Feng raised the tripod in his hand and slammed it on the ground, the thick granite ground instantly split apart, and a one-meter-square pit in the middle made all the teenagers shudder, and hurriedly retreated to the side, Ling Feng wanted to kill Tang Yong just by raising his arm, but he felt that there was no need for this, like a young man of this age, it was enough to scare, if he was not interesting, then he would have to regret it.

Ling Xue'er jumped over with an excited face, compared to the horror of the others, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, and patted Ling Feng's shoulder hard, Ling Xue was extremely proud: "This trick is not bad, but Dad is estimated to lose money." ”

Seeing this scene, Tang Yong's face was already pale with fright, coupled with Ling Feng's menacing eyes, he was so arrogant that he had never seen this battle, for fear that Ling Feng would really kill himself if he was angry, Tang Yong ran out with a roll, bursts of screams kept coming, and a trace of contempt hung on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, only then did he mention Dading, he concluded that he was so frightened, Tang Yong's kid would no longer have the idea of provoking himself, but he was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, how could he fight with himself, looked back at Ling Xue'er, Ling Feng smiled: "Sister, it's time for us to go home. ”

"Good. Ling Xue'er answered, her head raised high, she suddenly thought of something, hurriedly lowered her head and turned back, stuck out her tongue at the black-robed host with a miserable white face, Ling Xue'er said softly: "My lord, don't blame, my father will pay for the loss in this palace, I'm really sorry." After saying that, she pulled Ling Feng and flashed out, leaving the stunned black-robed host and a group of frightened peers.