Luo Fei'er left the healing medicine and opened it with Nan Ruofeng.

Looking at the embarrassed Lin Feng, several women were distressed, Lin Feng's two hands were swollen like pig's trotters, just like two big steamed buns, and their robes were also tattered by the impact of energy.

The sensual Beigong Xue was even more tearful, Lin Tianjiao just watched, silently did not speak, her face was not very good-looking, her nephew made it like this, Lin Tianjiao's face was good-looking, it was strange.

After Zhou Lingchen let Lin Tianjiao and Lan Bing to the reception room, several women put Lin Feng on the bed, stripped him naked, and began to clean and apply medicine.

Lin Feng's injury is still a pleasure, and this pair of small hands are busy, which is comfortable.

Seeing Lin Feng's beautiful appearance, Ma Miao'er was a little angry, this guy was injured and so arrogant, when he was medicating Lin Feng's finger, he pressed it on the back of Lin Feng's steamed bun-like hand.

Lin Feng, who was hurting this time, bared his teeth and gasped, it hurts, can it not hurt? The finger bone was shattered, and not just one.

After the bandaging was completed, Lin Feng's two hands were like boxing gloves, and his chest and back were wrapped with thick gauze. Eating and drinking, I can't do it myself.

"Brother, who beat you like this, let's go to the door." Knowing that Lin Feng had finished bandaging, Lan Bing, who came in with Lin Tianjiao, was reluctant, and the blue spar in his head flashed, obviously angry.

In Lan Bing's eyes, Lin Feng felt very sorry for his brother, and now that his brother had asked someone to fight like this, Lan Bing's anger came up.

"It's okay, the villain who beat my brother has already called my brother to click." Lin Feng raised Bai Huahua's right arm and gestured.

"Miao'er took the money and asked the hemp pole to buy a few bottles of the best elixir for bone and muscle generation, this fight and kill, injury is inevitable." Lin Feng thought for a moment and said.

In the next few days, Lin Feng stopped recuperating from his injuries, and during the day, in the company of beauties, he drank a little wine and smoked a small cigarette in the yard.

During this period, Wayne Mo'er went to sign up as a mercenary, a freelance mercenary, and began to do tasks frantically, only in this way can she numb herself and calm her heart.

After three days, Lin Feng's hand bones and ribs have recovered as before, and he can move freely.

On the night when the gauze was opened, it was thunder and fire, Jiaolong made a battle in the ditch, several women were all wet with rain and dew, and a group of people lined up in a word, lined up into a * herringbone battle, that is not the same as a person putting a word and a person, Lin Feng, who has not fought for a while, has a very strong combat effectiveness, killing from the left side of the word to the right side of the word, and then killing back to the left from the right. Until all kinds of models, various types of battlefields, and all the river ditches were conquered, Lin Feng was lying in the middle of the word with a sweat.

"This battle is more exciting than killing the Emperor of War, and it is harder than killing the Emperor of War." took out a small stick, lit it, looked at the beautiful women with delicate faces, and sighed.

"Are you willing to fight?" Ma Miao'er crawled over and said.

"Willing, very willing, by the way, you take out your book and share it with everyone, leave it to me what I should learn, combat effectiveness must be improved, and you go and deal with that, don't want children for the time being, everyone should pay attention to this." Lin Feng admonished Ma Miao'er, who had been hit by the cannonball.

Ma Miaoer had a reason to have to be shelled, and at the end of the battle, the one who was attacked by the shells must be the most solid and difficult to fight.

There was no way, the position was small, it was narrow and difficult to walk, so it could only be bombarded with shells, but after the shells were fired, it seemed that Lin Feng had no combat effectiveness.

"Well, get up tomorrow, I'll hand it over to the sisters, forget yours, it's already so strong, do you still want people to live?" Ma Miao'er said with some resentment.

"Then your combat effectiveness has improved, I came here as before, and I won't be able to do it in the future, my brain doesn't want to be green, so cultivation is a must." Lin Feng said angrily.

As soon as I heard this, the beauty on the bed stopped drying? What does this mean, that means you can't fight, we're going to steal people?

They all rushed up, lifting chicks and chicks, scratching eggs, scratching eggs, pulling n heads, and there were almost no chrysanthemums.

Suddenly, the big bed was rolled with white stripes, and from time to time there were black forests, valleys, rivers and the like exposed. In the face of everyone's ravage, Lin Feng was not to be outdone... Omit five hundred words...

Before dawn, Lin Feng got up and got dressed and left, cultivation can't be left behind, the master has given orders, if the cultivation is not advanced, can't go out and talk nonsense, or obedient cultivation is the right thing.

When he arrived in the basement, Lin Feng took out the Sky Splitting Spear and was about to cultivate, and when the Sky Splitting Spear was taken out, Lin Feng felt that something was wrong, and the Sky Splitting Spear in his hand had a faint connection with himself, and he couldn't tell the truth. It's that feeling of flesh and blood.

The feeling has also changed, the previous Sky Splitting Gun was cold and B, but now it gives people the feeling that it is Sen Sen's murderous aura, and there is also the domineering spirit that looks down on everything, and can sweep away all the domineering! A tragic domineering.

Lin Feng remembered the old magician's words, the weapon has a soul, and the soul of the weapon is given by the master. What kind of soul the master has, what kind of soul does the weapon have.

There was such a situation in the Sky Splitting, which made Lin Feng overjoyed, why is this, could it be because of the last battle, the battle that Liu won, caused the Sky Splitting Spear to change and have a soul.

Lin Feng remembered, and in the end, his hands were injured, and the blood was almost soaked by his own blood from the tail of the gun to the tip of the gun, maybe it was because of this.

With a shake of his right arm, the battle qi poured into the body of the spear, and the Sky Splitting Spear roared softly, and the blade of the spear shone brightly. That feeling of flesh and blood came to Lin Feng's heart again.

"With my blood, soak your body, with my soul, give your soul, I am in you, you are dead." Lin Feng groaned in a low voice.

Lin Feng, who had finished groaning, went out with a move of the Sun Strike, and Lin Feng, who had finished the Sun Strike, stood up, is this still the previous Sun Strike? Could it be that this is the power of a soul weapon?

The power of this ordinary Sun Strike is increased by three percent compared to the power of the previous Sun Strike.

Lin Feng didn't know how to describe his mood, if he went to fight Liu Ying now, Lin Feng believed that he would not be as embarrassed as last time.

Lin Feng, who was in a good mood, went crazy again in the basement, the scorching sun of the fire artistic conception, the water of the water artistic conception was not broken, and the wind gun of the wind artistic conception were constantly practicing and merging.

After the battle qi was squandered, Lin Feng began to practice magic, practicing his own spell casting, what surprised Lin Feng even more was that the light magic that had not broken through for a long time finally cultivated to the sixth level, and the effect of the sixth-level recovery technique was much stronger than that of the fifth-level, which was increased by half a time.

Lin Feng found the magic book of the light system in the storage ring, and practiced the glory light of the light system, this magic Lin Feng has been thinking about for a long time, this magic can drive away negative magic.

In the past, there were a lot of negative magics in magic, and low-level magicians didn't have the energy to cultivate, but the high-level mages and mages were all after learning the magic they needed, while cultivating their spiritual power, they would study negative magic, retardation, gravity, phantom, etc., and the glorious light of the light system was the nemesis of these negative magics.

With a low groan, a milky white aura covered Lin Feng, rhythmically moving up and down on Lin Feng's body.

Then Lin Feng took out the magic book of the summoning system that he had been thinking about for a long time, that is, the branch of dark magic.

Summoning magic is a type of dark magic that has similarities with soul magic. Summoning magic requires a talent for dark magic, plus a strong soul to cultivate.

The dark talent is strong, but the soul is not strong enough, it is impossible to summon powerful underground creatures, and the soul is strong but there is no dark talent, and it is impossible to practice summoning magic, because it cannot be summoned.

The magic of the soul system is almost a chicken rib, except for being able to lift the curse and study the contract, it is almost useless, so it involves the originally powerful summoning magic has also become a chicken rib.

Lin Feng didn't know if he had the talent to cultivate summoning magic. After meditating for a while, he stood up and recited the spell a little nervously, as for whether he could summon it or not, what he could summon, Lin Feng really didn't know the bottom in his heart.