Syllable!

An innocent tea bowl was thrown to the ground and shattered.

Yuan Wenzhi's anger far exceeded that of the elders of the family, and even more than Yuan Wener's father.

All the subordinates did not dare to approach, it was the anger of the prairie fire.

This matter was entrusted to Yuan Wener to do, but he didn't expect to take Qingqing's life.

He didn't understand, why were the three major families silent? Even if it's just superficial.

He had asked his father countless times why he was afraid of Boss Mo. In Yuan Wenzhi's opinion, that guy is just a little white face.

Yuan Chongshan looked at his manic son, sighed softly, stepped forward and said, "Zhi'er, even if you are angry with yourself now, it is useless." ”

"Father, the child doesn't understand, are we going to be ridden by others and?" Yuan Wenzhi said with scarlet eyes.

"No!" Yuan Chongshan shook his head, "You forgot, Boss Mo said that we still have a chance to get rid of Lin Feng, and that is in the ring." ”

Yuan Wenzhi sneered: "He? Is he qualified to meet me at the end? And Boss Mo, what kind of thing is he? ”

"You underestimate this young man from Benlei City, the tribe of Benlei City was destroyed by him at the beginning." Yuan Chongshan said, "It's a pity that someone was there to help him at that time, otherwise he would have died in Jinyang Mountain at that time." At this martial arts conference, he must be destroyed! ”

What Yuan Chongshan was most curious about was that there was a heavy treasure on that young man, who could actually kill Yuan Wener with one blow when he was controlled by others.

Yuan Wenzhi's anger subsided, but he was very dissatisfied with his father's constant secrecy about Boss Mo.

"I won't let Lin Feng go so easily and let him die in the ring, it's too cheap for him." Yuan Wenzhi clenched his fists and thought secretly.

……

A few days after the triage of the three clans, Lin Feng lived very quietly, as if nothing had happened.

He was even more curious, what was the origin of this Boss Mo?

He had long expected that Bai Xiaoge would give him a back, but it was beyond his imagination that he could go to this extent.

Lin Feng didn't put too much thought into this matter, and soon he was immersed in his own cultivation world.

Although the previous competitions were all smooth, Lin Feng knew that in the next competitions, the Yuan family would definitely set up many obstacles for him. Only by improving our strength as soon as possible can we solve all problems.

This was the third time that the Water Cloud Technique had been run today, and Lin Feng seemed to hear the torrent of spiritual power in his body rumbling and flowing, like a great river.

He tried to force out the scales, even though it was a thousand, ten thousand times more painful for him than when he had cultivated the Bone Tendon Technique.

Lin Feng knew that those scales must have something to do with the one in the Mud Pill Palace, and it greatly increased his defense.

But is pie really falling from the sky?

He mobilized all his spiritual power and tried countless methods, but he couldn't force the scales out.

"Huh."

A chuckle that seemed to come out of nowhere, startling Lin Feng. He was the only one in the room, and the sound was evidently coming from a very close distance.

"Who?" Lin Feng looked around vigilantly, and he quickly found out the source of the sound—it was actually his own mud pill palace.

"We've been together for sixteen years, and you don't know my voice?" The voice was very rough, echoing in the inner world, very strange and noble.

"You?!" Lin Feng never thought that he would actually talk to him one day.

"Don't doubt it, I was too weak before." He yawned lazily, "Thanks to your care all these years, my Dark Gold Scale Armor is a gift to you." ”

Lin Feng didn't say anything.

Gift? There is absolutely no free lunch in the world, and the price of this guy's gift is quite high.

Now Lin Feng can be sure that he was so wasteful a few years ago that it was related to this guy.

He calculated that those years happened to be his 'fetal period', and Lin Feng couldn't find a more suitable word to describe it.

"I know what you're thinking, yes, I relied on you to maintain my form and build up my strength." He said, "You're barely up to par. ”

His tone was haughty and full of contempt for Lin Feng. This little guy's utilization level is probably over here.

He has already made the next step in his plans, to find a fresher, more potential shell. After all, he grew too fast, and sooner or later Lin Feng would not be able to keep up with him.

Give him a dark gold scale in return, this kid doesn't know the goods. How did he know the benefits of this dark gold scale? However, this guy is now born as a human in the lower plane, and it is rare to be able to carry him for sixteen years.

When he was thinking about the problem, Lin Feng only felt a headache, but at the same time, he was quickly comprehending something.

Water Cloud Technique, Spiritual Power, and even Divine Consciousness are constantly growing. It really deserves to be the one, just a little bit of thinking can bring so much benefit to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng almost didn't hesitate to seize this opportunity, and comprehended it hungrily. In the back of my mind, a soul growth is underway. Shui Yun Jue soon broke through the third and fourth layers and reached the peak.

The Water Cloud Recipe is the most basic mental formula in the Nine Heavens Divine Realm, but compared to the mental method here, it is still much better. Reaching the peak state, Shui Yun Jue can not only greatly improve Lin Feng's efficiency in absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but also improve the purification efficiency and produce purer spiritual power.

However, this was already the end, and Lin Feng knew that it was urgent to find new and more powerful exercises.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his lip was clenched, and he endured great pain.

"Oh?" He was very surprised, because he had just accidentally fallen into deep thought, completely forgetting the possible consequences of doing so.

The human soul is too weak to withstand the thoughts of a noble soul like him, which is tantamount to an invisible soul storm, and in severe cases, it will have a mental breakdown or even death.

But this little guy actually took the opportunity to comprehend while resisting and enduring the pain of his soul storm?

He began to look at Lin Feng with admiration.

"If you don't open your mouth early or late, I'm afraid you have some requirements, right?"

Lin Feng endured the pain and was calm and calm. Although he knew that he was strong on the outside and capable in the middle, the other party could see through it at a glance. But it's about dignity and how they get along in the future.

"Hey, you're a smart little guy." He smiled.

For more than ten years, he has been in a state of regret, and he was forced to choose such a weak-looking soul, which caused it to take several times longer to wake up, let alone revenge.

But if this little guy can help him find what he needs, then the previous grievances will barely be taken into account.

Lin Feng felt his mood swings and seemed to understand something. At this moment, he really understood what it meant to be a sword.

(End of chapter)