The yellow sand covers the sky and the sun.

It seemed to be the sun, tepid, hanging in the sky.

Under the control of Lin Feng's spiritual power, the yellow sand was piled up, condensed, and formed into a tower little by little.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

When a sand tower is formed, the gravity of the ground doubles. Unconsciously, Lin Feng had condensed eight sand towers.

This is the result of his two-month retreat, and today he is going to gather this ninth seat.

Lin Feng had a hunch that the Nine Sand Pagoda was condensed, and he could still get a glimpse of something from it. Perhaps, even the tulle from the eighth to the ninth order can be lifted by the way.

Lin Feng's forehead was covered with sweat, and every trace of spiritual power he used was cautious. The more junctures like this, the more you need a quiet environment and a serene mind.

Breaking stones, taking him to wander in the mystical martial arts ocean, and advancing little by little towards the ninth-order gate of the martial arts realm. The ninth sand tower has also been built ninety percent of the time, and it is about to succeed.

Outside the wooden house, there was a sudden commotion.

The fierce spiritual pressure fluctuated in all directions, ping pong, and after a fierce fight like a quick knife, there was a dead silence.

Lin Feng's consciousness world, the ninth sand tower that was about to be piled up, collapsed with a bang. A chain reaction ensued, and the other eight collapsed.

A morning's hard work was put into water.

His face did not change, guiding the disordered spiritual power back into the dantian, and then he opened his eyes, stood up with a blue face, and walked to the door.

Wolf Paw knew that Lin Feng's cultivation needed to be quiet, so he arranged for four people to stay at his door for twelve hours a day. One is to facilitate the dispatch, and the other is to help him chase away the flies.

The matter is with the two people who have just changed shifts.

Lin Ziye came, and even though he was told that Lin Feng was cultivating, he still had to forcibly visit.

The two naturally didn't agree, so there was this scene - one of the left hands was broken, the forearm was weirdly twisted, and the other was directly shocked more than ten feet away and hung on a towering giant tree.

Both were seriously injured, but they couldn't hold back and scream. Even so, they struggled and threw themselves towards the door.

"Hold this gate until you die."

This is the death order given to them by the wolf's claws, in fact, even if they don't have this order, they are willing to defend Lin Feng with their lives.

Lin Ziye's face was cold, staring at the door, not looking at the two of them. They are all dust, waste, ants, and even if they are given a look, it is a waste.

A handkerchief fell from his bosom, and he hurriedly reached out to grab it, for fear that the handkerchief would fall to the ground and be stained with dust.

The slender fingers, when they were still less than a fine dust away from the handkerchief, the handkerchief was torn off by the other hand with a swish.

Lin Feng held a handkerchief, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

"Why does the dignified Tianzhou Lin family like to be guests in this earth-shattering way?" He said lightly.

There was not the slightest contempt in this tone, but it sounded so harsh.

Lin Ziye's eyes instantly ignited with anger, not for Lin Feng's words, but for the handkerchief.

"Give it back!" He said word by word.

Lin Ziye never thought that he was here to add fuel to Lin Feng's fire, but he became popular first.

Lin Feng glanced at the handkerchief lightly, and the embellishment on the corner of the handkerchief moved him. It was a flowing white cloud, white and elegant, as if it was its owner.

Yun Qingzhu!

A faint fragrance wandered around Lin Feng's fingertips. A burst of anger rushed to the top door. He stared at Lin Ziye, and the other party also stared at him.

"I'll let you give it back to me." Lin Ziye was stunned, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Originally, the scorching sun was clear and the sky was clear, but suddenly dark clouds covered the top, and the cold wind was everywhere, and the murderous atmosphere was soaring.

Lin Ziye stood there, his stature was almost the shortest among everyone, but at that moment, he was like a strange rocky mountain.

The spiritual pressure rolled up the qi waves, impacting layer by layer, and in the qi waves, his fist was like a meteor crossing the clouds, hitting Lin Feng's door directly.

There is no wall between the houses in the camp, and the slightest movement is known to the whole camp.

Several major clansmen in the vicinity looked over here, they wanted to look carefully but didn't dare to get too close. The extraordinary power on Lin Ziye's body shocked them.

Even if it's a scarred tiger, it's nothing more than that.

Lin Ziye broke through, he had completely left the martial arts realm, although he still had not stepped into the acquired world, but he no longer belonged to the martial arts realm. Compared with the last time they met, his strength has improved by at least two notches.

Sure enough, it's a genius!

He seemed to care about the handkerchief, and deliberately avoided it as his fists flailed. The other hand grabbed the handkerchief.

The whistling fist wind directly squeezed the wooden houses on the left and right sides, and the excessive speed, the fierce friction with the air, his fists were red, like a fire.

A terrifying blow!

Lin Feng had never seen such a fast speed, he subconsciously slid a step to the side, his arm was raised, his spiritual power was running, and the soil under his feet instantly turned into a swamp.

Knock, knock, knock!

Lin Ziye felt that his heart was pulled three times, and his whole body fell again and again. The fist loses its target and hits a nearby stone with a thud, shattering in response.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked down at himself, from the waist down, completely submerged in the dirt.

"Again!" He gritted his teeth, the last time Lin Feng used the same technique, killing Li Gu in front of him.

For Lin Feng's methods, Lin Ziye was prepared. It's just that although he repeatedly overestimated Lin Feng, he found that he still underestimated this kid.

"Ah, what's going on? The water washed the Dragon King Temple, two, quickly calm your anger. In the distance, Scarred Tiger, Tiejiao and others heard the news.

"Yes, yes, we're going to gather the team and start hunting, so let's stop fighting."

Several patriarchs came forward, and it was a special situation, so this fight naturally couldn't be fought.

Lin Feng sighed secretly, he had already used all his strength for the move just now, but if he wanted to continue, he was not afraid. Although the current Lin Ziye is so strong that he can't control the field.

The opponent just exploded a punch, and Lin Feng had to fight with 120,000 points of spirit.

The spiritual power worked quietly, the fine sweat on his forehead disappeared, and his hands trembled as he held the handkerchief.

Lin Ziye was furious, smashed his fist, and looked at Lin Feng's back: "You have to double it back to me in the future!" ”

His face was like cinnabar, others thought he was angry, but Lin Ziye himself knew that he had just completed two consecutive small breakthroughs, and his foundation was vain.

At this time, the good or bad mood has too much impact on him. No matter how angry he felt in his heart now, he could only suppress it temporarily.

What frustrated him was that he had come to provoke his opponent and disrupt his position. As a result, it is ridiculous to shoot yourself in the foot.

Lin Feng looked at the handkerchief.

This handkerchief is Yun Qingzhu's, I am sure of it. She's here?

Lin Feng's heart sank for a while, there were all kinds of possibilities, and he was almost about to rush to question Lin Ziye.

However, Lin Feng is no longer the ignorant teenager after all. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and immediately sacrificed his senses.

Now, his divine consciousness can cover almost the entire valley. Although the scenery is blurry, it is sensitive to breath.

Sure enough, in a house in the corner, he saw his long-lost 'wife', Yun Qingzhu.

At this moment, the horn sounded, and the hunting competition was about to begin.

(End of chapter)