"Hurry up, I'll find a few more Imperial Realm monks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Leng Feng smiled slightly, didn't look back, didn't say another word, and still walked forward strolling, ignoring the sloppy monk who came with him.

Looking at the emaciated back, Huang Zhe's eyes revealed that he had not appeared for a long time, perhaps this time, it was a turning point in his life, his spiritual power turned, his clothes changed, his sloppy face flashed away, and he appeared again, a young monk in the late stage of the imperial realm.

Stretched out his hand, looked at the clothes of his body, and smiled on his face, this shirt, I have forgotten how long I haven't been dressed.

"Since God has let him wake me up, I will definitely not let myself down again, junior sister, you wait for me, I will definitely have a blade, that beast. This is Huang Zhe's vow, and he will never forget why he came here in the first place, and why he is so decadent.

"That kid in front, what's your name. ”

Huang Zhe caught up with Leng Feng, with disbelief in his tone, he was already rebellious in nature, facing a monk who was a little younger than himself, there was always some resentment in his heart, you are just stronger than me in terms of cultivation resources, what about concentrating, under the same resources, you may not be stronger than me.

Huang Zhe's voice fell, and Leng Feng stopped suddenly, not angry, but on the contrary, there was a strong joy, which was exactly what he needed as a monk.

Slowly turned around, with a grim face, looked at Huang Zhe, who had changed his clothes, and pointed with a finger.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surging here, the spiritual power gathered, and a huge finger like a stone pillar appeared in the void, rushing straight to Huang Zhe, the giant finger with the wind of destruction, wrapped with the slightest hint of annihilation, just a moment, to make Huang Zhe sweat wet clothes, hurriedly sealed, but the giant finger was so fast, before it could be sealed, it had already hit Huang Zhe's body.

In an instant, Huang Zhe was like a kite with a broken string, falling dozens of feet away, blood surging in his mouth, his face was pale, his limbs seemed to be wasted, and Nuoda's strength could not move the slightest.

Looking at Huang Zhe who was flying upside down, Leng Feng smiled slightly, and appeared beside him in a trance, looking at the appearance of vomiting blood and falling to the ground, his eyes were full of disdain, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of ridicule.

"Remember, I am your messenger, speak to me, respectfully. ”

Then a pill was thrown into Huang Zhe's mouth, and he turned to leave.

"In front of the gladiatorial arena, you came to find me. This was Leng Feng's last words, the entrance of the pill was melted, a pure spiritual power wandered in Huang Zhe's meridians, in just a few breaths, Huang Zhe had already recovered a few times, looking at the figure that went to the gladiatorial arena, his eyes were filled with fear and horror.

He knew very well that the young man had shown mercy to his subordinates before, and despite his mercy, he had also made himself so miserable, and his heart was entangled, anger and powerlessness were entangled.

After a long time, Huang Zhe stood up, clenched his fists tightly, looking at the gladiatorial arena in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Half a cup of tea time, passed slowly, for Huang Zhe as if he had spent several years, and then a sigh came out, the spiritual power worked, the clothes were instantly new, and he strode towards the gladiatorial arena.

After leaving Huang Zhe, Leng Feng walked forward slowly, and suddenly had a feeling of Taobao, this is a gambling stone field, as long as his eyes converge, he can get a priceless monk, step by step, suddenly stopped, looked at the monk who was teasing the spirit beast on the side, and his face showed his meaning.

It was a spiritual ferret, and it was now wrapping around the monk's arm, and it was very happy.

"How many spirit coins are this ferret. ”

Hearing Leng Feng's words, the monk looked up, then lowered his head and stroked the ferret.

"This ferret is not for sale. ”

The monk was in a half-step contemplation, thinking that his cultivation was enough to get a banner order, and for some reason, he sat lazily and teased the demon beast.

"Since you don't sell this ferret, then I'll buy you. ”

"Bought me. Dong Qing was a little surprised, but more mocking.

Looking at the monk's appearance, Leng Feng nodded slightly. His eyes were met as he sat on the ground.

After a long time, Dong Qing sneered.

"What do you buy. ”

Leng Feng still didn't hear the monk's sneer, and he was still smiling.

"I'll take the rest of your life. ”

When the words fell, Dong Qing was slightly stunned, at this moment, time seemed to have stopped, even though in the noisy army, he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

"If you think about it, just come with me, I'll be waiting for you in the gladiatorial arena ahead. After speaking, his body turned around, and he walked slowly towards the gladiatorial arena.

"The rest of my life?"

Looking at the gradually departing Leng Feng, Dong Qing couldn't help laughing, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Leng Feng. Then Dong Qing stood up, patted the dust on his body, put the ferret on his shoulder, and walked towards the gladiatorial arena.

Leng Feng, who was still strolling, slowly turned his head and looked at the monk who was stroking the sword on the side, his brows furrowed slightly, he didn't think that the monk was extraordinary, but the sword in the monk's hand.

The sword is not a rare spiritual weapon, just an ordinary iron sword, the iron sword is simple and unpretentious, but it is extremely sharp, it is forged from high-grade dark iron, but what makes Leng Feng even more curious is why the monk is obsessed with a mortal sword.

Turning around, Leng Feng reached out with his big hand and snatched the sword down forcefully. Hands in the air, carefully stroked.

"Give me back. Looking at the monk who snatched his sword, Li Xin didn't get angry, just raised his eyelids and said calmly.

Leng Feng ignored the monk's words, and at this moment he finally felt that the extraordinaryness of this sword, although it was only an ordinary sword, but the lines on the sword body were in the realm of condensation, and he couldn't help but be interested, and his palm slowly rubbed the sword body.

"Give me back. Ignoring Leng Feng's ignorance, Li Xin spoke again, his voice not calm, but with a hint of chill.

But Leng Feng still ignored it, turned the sword over, and stroked his palm again, this was definitely not unintentional, looking at the sword in his hand, his eyes flashed with a fine light.

Suddenly, Li Xin became angry, and a long sword appeared in his hand, slashing straight at Leng Feng.

Feeling the attack, Leng Feng waved his palm and imprisoned him in the void. He raised the iron sword in his hand high and looked at Li Xin with disdain.

"The three-foot cold light reflects the heaven and the earth, the sword is a good sword, but you are a waste of cultivation. ”

"Give me back. Even if he was imprisoned, he still spoke desperately.

"The sword is here, you can get it. With that, he stuck the sword in the ground.

In the void, Li Xin stretched out his hand with all his might, his arm was bruised, and his face was red, but he still couldn't move the slightest.

"Hmph, you can't live without it, do you know it?"

Leng Feng's words were like a hammer, hitting Li Xin's heart fiercely.

"In addition to knowing that it is extraordinary, what else do you know about it, you are a sword cultivator, have you ever understood the sword? ”

At this moment, Li Xin was stunned, no one had ever scolded him like this, "Do you understand him?" "You are a sword cultivator in vain", these two sentences were like sharp swords, penetrating Li Xin's body, and kept echoing in his mind.

"Do you understand?" Li Xinxin couldn't help but ask himself, it was really as Leng Feng said, this sword was extraordinary, but he really didn't understand.

"It's a sword cultivation in vain. Li Xin smiled wryly, as if the monk in front of him was right, he only knew that he was excellent at swordsmanship, but he had never really understood swords.

Looking at Li Xin in a daze, Leng Feng waved his arm and lifted the ban.

"Come to think of it, I'm waiting for you in the gladiatorial arena ahead. This time, Leng Feng didn't say that he would look for him, but that he was waiting for him.

After saying goodbye to Li Xin, he walked out again, this time the harvest was really a bit unexpected, he had already met three good monks in less than a stick of incense, and Leng Feng didn't care what they were thinking, he only knew that it would not be too long before he would find himself.

Suddenly, Leng Feng's shoulders sank, and a pungent sense of wine came towards him, Leng Feng suddenly frowned, and felt the palm on his shoulder look down his arm.

It was a young monk, about the same age as Leng Feng, Xiuwei was concentrating at half a step, holding a wine jug in his hand, his eyes were drunk, and he was also looking at Leng Feng with a smile at the moment.

"Take me away. ”

"Why me?" Leng Feng didn't get angry, but said indifferently, this monk would take the initiative to choose himself, and he was still a half-step contemplation.

"You're not like them. Ning Wuqian burped and took back the one that was placed on Leng Feng's shoulder.

"Where is the difference. His words made Leng Feng laugh.

"It's different. Ning Wujian raised his hand and patted his chest, his eyes gradually became clear at this moment, his tongue licked the corner of his mouth, and the wine dispersed.

"What's your name. ”

"Rather than flawless. ”

Leng Feng smiled and nodded, reached out and grabbed Ning Wuji's wine jug, and took a sip of the liquor into his throat.

"Good wine. ”

Looking at Leng Feng's appearance, Ning Wuqian laughed loudly, took out a pot of spirits from the space ring, and walked side by side with Leng Feng towards the gladiatorial arena. Many years later, someone asked Ning Wuqian what was the most right thing he had done in his life, he smiled and said nothing, but the scene of Leng Feng snatching the wine jug came to mind.

"How long have you been here? Leng Feng asked Ning Wuqian on the side.

"A year. ”

After the tea, Leng Feng had some sympathy for this monk called Ning Wuji, he was originally the master of a sect, but for some reason he was destroyed for no reason, the entire sect was left, he was the master of the sect, his qualifications are also excellent, if he hadn't entered this desolate realm, I am afraid that he would have been concentrating at this time.

Entering the border wilderness, I thought it was a place for cultivation and training, but if they were monks in the imperial realm, if they did not have the leadership of the flag envoy, they would be completely cannon fodder, and the battle started at both ends in three days, and in just one year, Ning Wujian had experienced nearly 100 battles.

He had also had strong fantasies before, fantasizing that one day he would be able to concentrate and lead his brothers who had become strong here to show his desolation, but after these hundred battles, he was left alone, and he didn't even know when he started drinking heavily.

When he saw Leng Feng, his heart fluttered inexplicably, and a strong intuition told him that following him, he would find his former self.

It was an indescribably large tent, the tent was dilapidated and I don't know how long it had been around.

"This is the gladiatorial arena, I remember the last time I came, there was a monk in the late stage of the imperial realm, I don't know if he was found or not. Ning Wuqian raised his head and swallowed a sip of spirits.

"Let's go, let's go too, and look for a few monks. ”