Lin Feng, who got out of the basement, took out the magic book in his ring, this is a treasure dug up in Bolton and Chen Tianlin, and he has mastered the magic below level eight, level nine? I haven't seen it yet. It's not that I don't want to see it, because ninth-level magic requires a magic saint to master, and I haven't dared to look at it because it's too far away.

When I opened the magic book with the golden skin, the first thing that caught my eye was the ninth-level magic thunder nine heavens of the thunder system.

Seeing this name, Lin Feng's heart was full of eagerness, this name was too domineering, Lin Feng began to study it, how to use it, when he remembered it, it was still unknown whether Lin Feng could cast it when he put it away, if the ninth-level magic of the thunder system could be cast, then he would study the others.

Lin Feng, who just wanted to cast it, thought about it for a while, forget it, go out and cast it, what if this basement can't bear the ninth-level magic? Didn't you bury yourself alive? This is nearly a dozen zhang from the ground, it is buried, he can't get out, suffocating to death, Lin Feng doesn't dare to take risks.

Out of the basement to the ground, Lin Feng silently recited the incantation, raised his left hand, and went out in nine days after a thunderbolt. As Lin Feng's left arm rose, thunder rolled in the sky, and purple thunder and lightning the thickness of the bucket split down, enveloping a radius of dozens of zhang.

At this time, Lin Feng turned around and ran towards the basement, why, because Lin Feng was impulsive, he didn't pay attention to the direction of the magic out, and he was still in the range of thunder for nine days, not running and waiting to be bombarded? Waiting to be bombarded into black charcoal?

Running into the underground passage, the thunder and lightning thundered down, and Lin Feng squatted down in fright and covered his ears.

After the thunder, Lin Feng walked out of the tunnel, looking at the appearance of the ground martial arts arena, Lin Feng shrank his head and ran back to the basement.

Just now it was to avoid thunder and lightning, but this time it was to avoid the anger of the beauties.

Why? Because the flowers and trees planted by the beauties on the edge of the martial arts arena were all destroyed under Lin Feng's thunderstorm for nine days, the martial arts arena was full of big pits, and it was strange that the beauties didn't rush over.

Just when Lin Feng ran into the basement, the beauties who heard the thunder all came out, and when they saw that the flowers and plants in the yard were destroyed, they were all on fire, and several people rushed towards the martial arts arena before they were left behind. Several women worked hard for several days, and they were destroyed by Lin Feng as if they had been earthquaked, can they not explode?

"Lin Feng, will you come out for me?" Nalan Yunjie roared loudly.

Can Lin Feng come out at this time? Go out and wait to be bulleted, and if you pull your head, you may be blown up by the evil Ma Miaoer.

"Sister Nalan, it is estimated that Lin Feng is cultivating, and when he comes out, let's clean him up." Zhou Lingshu whispered.

Lin Feng, who was listening carefully below, couldn't wait to rush out and hug Zhou Lingshu and kiss him a few times, what is a caring woman, what is an intellectual woman.

Lin Feng wanted to shout, "I'd rather lose the sky." "But don't dare, now show yourself a little noise, and soon this group of women will besiege you.

"Let's go down and see what he's doing, nothing will happen." This is the voice that was nervous by Beigong Xue.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lin Feng immediately sat cross-legged, pretending to be in a state of flux, and flickered over if he could.

"Sisters, you see I'm right, let's go up." Zhou Lingshu saw Lin Feng meditating, stopping several beauties with a lot of anger.

"When he finishes cultivating, I'm cleaning him up." Nalan Yunjie said and took the lead to go out.

Hearing that several beautiful wives had gone up, Lin Feng opened his eyes, reached out and stroked his chest, wiping it, even if he sneaked into Cangyun Mountain, he was not so frightened, this was a battle that could not be fought back.

"Auntie, I have some of Feng's money here, let's buy some better flowers and plants tomorrow, and re-pave the ground, let's Yuhuayan, clean up 100,000 is enough." Ma Miao'er said.

Listening to Ma Miao'er's words, Lin Feng had the urge to play his JJ, it seems that the money can't be managed by Ma Miao'er in the future, and it will be managed by his aunt in the future.

"Okay, you have to get a better place to live, the money is spent, if the money is not enough, I still have it." Lin Tianjiao's voice made Lin Feng's head sweat, why is this money not money? From now on, you still have to take care of the money yourself.

Lin Feng, who calmed down, opened the golden magic book, and looked at the second page, the sacred battle armor of the earth system, Lin Feng smiled, because he was sure of the thunder system and the earth system.

After watching it for a while, I understood that this sacred armor was a strengthened version of the Tiangang armor, with twice as much defense as the Tiangang armor, and it could be immune to almost all attacks of all magic below the eighth order. Even if it was the first rank of the War Emperor and the first rank of the Law Saint, it was not so easy to break through.

Standing up, Lin Feng closed his eyes, sorted out his emotions, sorted out his mood, the most important thing was that Lin Feng needed this magic too much, even more eager than he needed thunder for nine days, if he wanted to beat someone, he had to learn to be beaten, and with this, it would not be difficult for him to hit Cangyun Mountain and sweep their second-generation disciples.

After reciting a spell silently in his mind again, Lin Feng's left hand swiped in front of him, and a hissing sound sounded, and a golden-colored battle armor covered Lin Feng's body.

Seeing that the cast was successful, Lin Feng's body rushed forward, and smashed it towards the wall.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, half of Lin Feng's right arm wall was inside, but the golden energy armor did not even fluctuate.

"Haha, with this shell, the little kings of Cangyun Mountain, you wait." Lin Feng howled excitedly, too excited.

Then Lin Feng continued to open the golden magic book and began to study the other ninth-level magic.

"Devouring Flame?" Looking at this large-area fire group attack magic, Lin Feng smiled, this thing is good, you can still apply your old tactics in the future.

Lin Feng got up and followed the spell, with a wave of his left hand, only a little fire appeared in front of him, and it was the same with another wave of his hand, Lin Feng understood that he was still unable to cast this magic.

Then there was the ninth-level wind system group attack and the air blade, Lin Feng didn't show it twice, Lin Feng shook his head and put down the award book, or his most talented thunder and earth system can first leapfrog to learn the ninth-level magic, and the other ninth-level magic seems to have to wait until he reaches the late stage of the Fajun.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Feng canceled the idea of going out to see his wife, going to see his wife at this time, isn't that making trouble for himself?

Lin Feng began to cultivate the battle qi and combat skills, and used the evolved Sky Splitting Spear to display combat skills, Lin Feng had a feeling of being dripping with joy, the Sun Strike, the Wind Spear, and the Water Immortal continued to come out in Lin Feng's hands, and the power was greater than before.

After the battle technique was cast, Lin Feng began to cultivate magic, and he didn't dare to thunder for nine days, so Lin Feng repeatedly cultivated the casting degree of the Divine Battle Armor, consuming spiritual power, and then recovering.

As for the proficiency of cultivating the Nine Days of Thunderfall, Lin Feng planned to put it aside for the time being, because there was really no place to practice, the underground practice room and backyard of the Haitian Supreme Building, even if it was a god-killing mercenary group, there was no place to use it, the power of this move was too great, it was simply a disaster.

This also made Lin Feng understand the reason why magicians are more valuable than warriors, if this is a group battle, it is simply a killing machine.

Lin Feng's side is cultivating selflessly, and Cangyun Mountain's side is already in full battle, because he has to face the challenge of Lin Feng, a madman, at any time.

As for Lin Feng's strength, several elders of Cangyun Mountain have also seen it, and they can only be described as perverted, a fourth-order guy killed the fifth-order Liu Ying alive.

Liu Ying's master, Qin Yuehai, the protector elder of Cangyun Mountain, was furious after getting the news that his disciple had been killed, but there was no target to leak, looking for Lin Feng? Can you afford to lose this person? The fifth-order can be slaughtered by the fourth-order of others, and the master needs to find a field? Qin Yuehai, who was extremely angry, could only attack with a random knife around him.

"Elder Qin, go to the same back mountain as this seat, please come out and deal with that kid." Song Lin said with a gloomy face.

Speaking of Yan Jiu, it is very famous in Cangyun Mountain, if Liu Ying is a famous genius in Cangyun Mountain, then Yan Jiu is a ghost fetus, Yan Jiu is apprenticed to Song Lin's name, but when he met the patriarch, he was favored by the previous generation of the sect master of the back mountain, that is, Song Lin's master took it to the back mountain to practice, and stayed for forty years without taking a step out of the back mountain, but as early as more than ten years ago, he was the emperor of war, and he got the position of the elder of Cangyun Mountain, which was an order from the previous generation of the sect master.

The last time Song Lin went to see his master according to the routine rules of ten years, when he saw Yan Jiu, he was shocked by Yan Jiu's momentum, standing next to his master was like a sharp sword, and Song Lin was not sure of victory.