When the circular pattern submerged into Ling Feng's eyebrows, a mysterious scene couldn't help but appear in his mind, as if there were countless consciousnesses intertwined with each other. Some belonged to him, and some belonged to the seven-colored scorpion, and for a moment, he couldn't help but freeze in place......

"Scorpion God King, what's going on?Then won't I be completely transparent in your eyes in the future?" This feeling of the red fruit fruit being presented in front of others made Ling Feng feel very uncomfortable and awkward.

"I can only sense you within a hundred feet, oh, stinky boy, I don't care about this, what do you little fart care? Do you have any special thoughts in your heart? Besides, I am about to fall into a deep sleep, and when you come here, you can wake me up with your mind. But don't forget, you only have five years, boy, so you know for yourself!"

"Scorpio God King, that's it?"

"Then what do you kid want? Wind and Thunder Wings? Can you use it?"

"The nine-colored scorpion needle ......"

When the seven-colored scorpion heard this, his eyes rolled for a while, and then he said depressedly: "Good boy, I saved you, not only are you not grateful, but you also beat my idea!"

"Oh, I know, you don't need to be so stingy, do you? Think about it, there are no magic weapons to defend yourself, in case I hang up, then aren't you very innocent?" Ling Feng shrugged and said helplessly.

When the seven-colored scorpion heard this, it took a long time to breathe, and then said in a sullen voice: "I have been rampant in the true spirit realm for ten thousand years, and I have always taken advantage of others. It's good now, when I meet you stinky boy, I can't take half of the cheap, not to mention, and if I don't get it right, I will lose my life. I've really poured eight lifetimes of blood mold, forget it, you go get it. ”

"Hehe, Scorpio God King, we are now the same soul, who is with whom?"

Ling Feng was extremely excited, and walked quickly to the huge skeleton of the nine-colored divine scorpion. He couldn't help but feel a shock when he saw a pair of slenders with a pair of remaining white bones, which had been deeply inserted into the incomparably hard hematite, shattering all the surrounding ores......

This kind of indestructible and incomparably hard red stone mine, in front of the nine-colored scorpion, is like paper paste, what kind of terrifying power can this do?

"Hey, stinky boy, what's going on? You know how good I am? It's just one hundredth of my peak, oh no, less than one ten-thousandth of my strength. Sensing Ling Feng's surprise, the seven-colored scorpion said triumphantly.

"Well, it's very powerful! It's a pity, I'm afraid this was beaten and fell, right?" Ling Feng's words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring fiercely towards the head of the seven-colored scorpion.

"You ......" The seven-colored scorpion couldn't help but feel angry, because Ling Feng wasn't wrong, wasn't it driven by the enemy to the place where this bird didn't?

He turned to stare firmly at the tail needle, which was about three feet long and exuded a chilling glow, for a long time, and then said in a condensed voice: "Scorpion God King, how do you use this tail needle?

"You stinky boy...... Forget it, forget it, I don't have to deal with you little fart kid who hasn't grown all the feathers yet, let's say, what weapon do you use? Say it quickly, and then get out of the way for me......

"Sword!" Ling Feng said without hesitation.

"Sword, okay, that's a sword!" the seven-colored scorpion finished speaking, and bursts of colorful light emanated from his body, enveloping the entire huge skeleton. Immediately, as a dazzling light burst out, only a "snap" was heard, and the nine-colored scorpion needle fell off automatically......

As the nine-colored scorpion needle fell off, the light that shrouded the entire skeleton came to an abrupt end. Ling Feng looked at it intently, only to see that the nine-colored divine scorpion needle was shining, and the frost-white cold air was diffuse, and it was no longer the original needle-shaped, but a sword!

The sword is three feet and three inches long, and the whole body is crystal shiny, without the slightest flaw, like a pool of autumn water, emitting bursts of cold, soul-stirring cold light. The nine-colored sword hilt is in the shape of a scorpion, and the sword is like a scorpion's double scorpion, which protects the hand, and the sword body is like a whole, which is ingenious.

The sword is like a beauty, Ling Feng's burning gaze is like meeting a magnet, and he can no longer move half an inch! His heart can't stop beating wildly! In his previous life, he was obsessed with swords, obsessed with swords, and hid swords for more than 10,000 times, but compared with the one in front of him, all of them turned into defective products. For a swordsman, a peerless sword is like a lover who has always been in love.

The sword handed, cold as frost, like death! Flick the sword body, let out a dragon roar of "Zheng", a nine-colored scorpion, with the sword qi diffuse formation, this condensed nine-colored scorpion a wisp of remnant soul and part of its essence before its death, emitted bursts of peerless ferocity.

A pride rises from the heart and rushes away into the sky! A sword in the hand is indestructible!

"Good sword! Good sword, it turned out to be the nine-colored scorpion tail needle, then call you the 'Scorpion Divine Sword'!" Ling Feng couldn't stop praising continuously, for a while, his face was solemn, he waved at the seven-colored scorpion, and said in a straight voice: "Scorpio God King, thank you!"

The seven-colored scorpion saved him, and he didn't say thank you, because true gratitude cannot be repaid in words. But now, the seven-colored scorpion gave him a sword, and he said "thank you"! Because for a swordsman, the sword is more important than his life.

This is a kind of way! Only by maintaining a pure and persistent heart for the sword can we move forward forever on the way of the sword!

"Hehe, I can't imagine that your stinky boy's conscience hasn't been eaten by a dog yet, you don't have to be polite to me, I don't need it anyway, if you like it, just take it." The seven-colored scorpion said with a big sting, but Ling Feng's next sentence almost made him vomit blood in anger......

"Scorpion God King, you can turn the nine-colored tail needle into a sword, can you also transform this wind and thunder wings. Then let me use it, in this way, my life is really guaranteed, and it is difficult to die!" Ling Feng asked without changing his face.

The sword is condensed by the tail needle of the nine-colored scorpion, and the seven-colored scorpion is condensed by the nine-colored scorpion demon pill, so it can naturally make this tail needle turn into any shape. After Ling Feng understood this, he immediately and unceremoniously asked it for the Wind and Thunder Wings.

Good things, are they meant to be used, no, what's the use of no matter how good things are? So when he made this request, Ling Feng didn't feel the slightest burden in his heart. Because even if it is a strong martial artist, he can't fly freely in the air, but with this pair of wind and thunder wings. Tsk, let's not talk about running for your life, it's convenient to go there, isn't it?

"Stinky boy, don't even think about it, the Wind and Thunder Wings are not the same as the Nine-Colored Scorpion Needle. The wind and thunder wings that have not been built and refined, unless you are at the peak of your practice, you may be able to barely bear the power of wind and thunder contained in the wind and thunder wings, and you are now not even able to reach the idea of fighting the wind and thunder wings before you can practice the gods, you want to die, I don't want to die yet. ”

"Okay, what about the scabbard, Scorpion God King, you can't let me carry such a brilliant peerless sword all day long and swagger everywhere, right?" Ling Feng thought for a moment and continued.

"I knew that you stinky boy would say this, I really don't know if I owe you in my previous life?" Take it, and then hurry away......" After the seven-colored scorpion finished speaking, the nine-colored scorpion's tail immediately broke, and after a burst of light, a black scabbard fell in front of Ling Feng.

The scabbard was broken and old, as if it had been placed in a pile for hundreds of years, and it was in stark contrast to the sword! Ling Feng did not have the slightest dissatisfaction, on the contrary, he calmly took the scabbard in his hand and said in a condensed voice: "The scabbard, it is hidden! The sword is not out, it is for Zangfeng! Therefore, the sword is a good sword, and the scabbard is a good sheath! Scorpio God King, thank you." ”

"If that's the case, you kid should get out of the way for me. ”

"Scorpion God King, then we'll see you in five years......" Ling Feng didn't know how long he had been here, and he was even more anxious when he thought of the Wind Killing Hall. As soon as he finished speaking, he swept his body and shot towards the hole above like an arrow off the string......

Looking at Ling Feng, who was not dragging his feet, the seven-colored scorpion couldn't help but have a hint of discoloration in his heart, and said secretly: "It seems that this kid's heart is not as unbearable as I imagined." Perhaps, I will really return to the True Spirit Realm one day, boy, you must not let me down!"

After the seven-colored scorpion probed Ling Feng's physique, although Ling Feng's cultivation was still far from meeting its requirements, there was still a glimmer of hope. So in order to save Ling Feng's life, it did not hesitate to sign a soul contract and Bo Yibo. Because it is trapped here, it can only watch the passing years like water, and die in endless waiting!

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Ling Hongyun, who was sitting in the welcoming hall of Lingjiazhuang, his face was as heavy as water, he glanced at Liu Zhenfei and Zhu Changshui, and said in a cold voice: "This year, why do you want to change the rules? Let the disciples who are at the end of their twenties compete in martial arts, so as to redivide the industry of Willow Town?"

"Old man Ling, our Ling, Liu, and Zhu families have decided the mining rights of the Xishan mining area by force every year, and for a long time, our Zhu and Liu families have never fought with the Ling family for this mining right. But it's been so long, Old Man Ling, you said that the three of us, shouldn't we renegotiate?" Zhu Changshui said slowly.

"Old man Ling, young people represent the future of the family, if the next generation is weak, even if the wealth of the family is not able to keep it. So there's nothing wrong with changing the rules, right? Old Man Ling, do you say?" Liu Zhenfei said in a chimney.

In Liushu Town, the Ling family has always overpowered the Zhu and Liu families, so the Xishan mining area has never changed hands. But in order to ask Feng Kill Tang to take action, the Zhu family has already spent a lot of money, so Zhu Changshui can't wait for Ling Hongyun to breathe, so he can't wait to take the Xishan mining area into his hands and make up for the loss.

None of the Zhu and Liu families were Ling Hongyun's opponents, so Zhu Changshui had such an idea. In order to achieve his goal, he naturally promised Liu Zhenfei some benefits.

In Liushu Town, who doesn't know that Zhu Qing and Liu Han are called double arrogant? In addition, as soon as Ling Feng, who made Zhu Changshui scruples, died, he immediately came up with such an idea, obviously, it was clear that there was no successor to the bullying family!

"Feng'er entered the Yin Yang Pool, ten days have passed, and there is still no sound, life and death do not know, alas, ......" Compared with the industry, Ling Hongyun's two snow-white eyebrows have been twisted into a "one" word, and he is more worried about Ling Feng's safety.

Seeing Ling Hongyun silent, Zhu Changshui sneered in his heart, and then said in a deep voice: "Old Man Ling, don't you agree? Or the next generation of the Ling family, all of them are useless? If this is the case, if the Ling family is a big family business, I'm afraid you Old Man Ling won't be able to keep it for a few years......"

At this moment, Ye Qing walked quickly in front of Ling Hongyun, whispering close to his ear, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a touch of incomparable excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, the head of the Zhu family actually said this, what else does the old man have to say? Then three days later, we will see you on stage! Ye Qing, see off the guests. After that, Ling Hongyun didn't even look at Zhu Changshui and Liu Zhenfei, and walked away lightly as if there was wind under his feet.

"Then what did Ye Qing say to the old man Ling? Could it be that this old man Ling still has something to rely on?"

Thinking of Ye Qing and Ling Hongyun's whispering for a while, Ling Hongyun simply agreed to this competition. Zhu Changshui's mood became a little heavy, and he couldn't help but glance back at Lingjiazhuang not far away, and a shadow couldn't help but flash in his heart......