Feng Motou saw that this fierce rival Yuanyang blew up without a shadow, and he was no longer alive, and he was so unhappy in his heart, from then on, the master "Taishang Demon" Yin Xian, a demonic skill, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, no one can match it, which can be called the first in the world.

A plum blossom, flying away in the sky, oh! Flying freely in the blue sky, becoming a fragrant shadow flying flower, it can be seen that the plum blossom cultivated by himself is also a demon surname full of momentum, with a unique energy, and the magic power of the surname is infinite!

Feng Motou saw that victory was in sight, chased the Shaolin monk and lost his soul, and he was already on the way to death, but he didn't expect to kill a strong enemy on the way, carry out a strong block, send out lightning and thunder, and blow up most of the demon beasts to scatter and flee, and suffered a heavy blow and greatly damaged their vitality, so they had to collect their troops and return to the devil's nest, and when the time came to revive the demon army, rush to the line of fire and enter the arena, who will kill the deer?

Feng Motou took this remnant demon defeated beast to Qinling Mountain, entered the demon cave to raise soldiers and train beasts, rested for a while, and waited to recover the spirit of the spirit, and once again went out of the rivers and lakes to fight on the battlefield.

Ling Feng used the magic power of a plum blossom to rush out of the raging flames, and he had to escape, otherwise, he would not have escaped and died on the spot.

A plum blossom, with a powerful demon surname, rushed out of the sea of fire with Ling Feng and was reborn in the flames.

Ling Fengrao was exhausted, his mind was not good, a plum blossom flew into the sky above the park, landed on a lawn, he barely struggled out of the stamens, he was already paralyzed on the ground, he could get up there!

There was an electric current flowing in Ling Feng's veins, he concentrated his energy and wanted to recover his strength, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't concentrate his qi calmly, and his true qi was scattered in his limbs, and it was difficult to gather a little Yuan Yang.

The fierce beast attack was really powerful, and it didn't back down.

Ling Feng exerted his Xuan Gong to the extreme, only to blow up the fierce bird and demonic beast, and then, he escaped with a plum blossom.

A plum blossom can devour the living, a wisp of ghost, hidden in the stamen, the person who is sucked into the stamen, without strong skills, can subdue the energy of the plum blossom, so it is trapped in it and cannot come out, becoming a wisp of incense soul, raising the flower branch to be more magical.

Feng Motou became famous by relying on a plum blossom, he raised it as a treasure, and never left his hand, that is, after the flying flower attacked the enemy, as long as he made a gesture, the flower would automatically fly back and fall in the palm of his hand.

A plum blossom, the flying flower attack is invincible, and when it sees a living person, it will be devoured, and it will be sucked into the stamen of the flower to raise the demon surname more strongly.

This time Feihua shot, who knows? A plum blossom, the initiation of a strong force is simply stubborn, refusing to turn back to the palm of the hand, flying away on its own and not knowing where to go.

Ling Feng couldn't gather a trace of true qi, Xuan Gong was so tired that he lay flat on the lawn, he fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, it took a lot of effort to get up, and he felt weak and became an ordinary person.

Ling Feng ran out of strength in a big battle with fierce birds and monsters, he held a plum blossom in his hand, and after more than two hours of trekking, he came to the "Wind Clear Moon Ming" inn and lived in the upper room.

Ling Feng meditated and practiced to build a foundation, but he couldn't raise his true qi, and the blood of the Jin Pulse seemed to be coagulated, and it was not turbulent, just like ordinary people.

Before I knew it, the months passed quickly.

Ling Feng couldn't recover his Xuangong, he still seemed at a loss, he ran out of some silver on his body, and went out of the inn alone, and after several twists and turns, he became a flower child, so he had to eat along the way, and he really became the leader of the beggar gang!

Ling Feng was wandering around Lu'an City, wanting to climb Dabie Mountain to absorb the blood of the demon wolf to restore his strength, an ordinary person, who could climb the main peak of the White Horse Peak, and could not control the magic power of only a plum blossom, had to give up this idea.

Ling Feng had no choice but to take one step at a time, holding the belief that there must be a way before a person reaches the mountain, he was not depressed, he walked the streets and alleys to beg to maintain the life element, and then tried to recover his Xuan Gong.

Soon, Ling Feng's face was gray, his clothes were in tatters, not to mention the hardships of life, and he was suffering in poverty after a full meal.

Circling around in the city, when walking to the door of a wine shop, there is a plaque hanging on the door of the wine shop, the gold characters on the red background read: "The wine is mellow", there is a big birthday word on the door, the golden brilliant handwriting radiates a dazzling light, it can be seen that there is a big big guy in the restaurant to hold a sumptuous birthday banquet.

Ling Feng was so hungry that he was so hungry that he couldn't walk anymore because he had two pieces of lead poured on his feet, so he stepped up the steps step by step and walked towards the door of the wine shop, wanting to beg for a bite to eat.

There were two rough men standing at the gate of the wine shop, there was a guy named crocodile, his eyes were glaring, he said in a fierce tone: "Call Huazi, don't open your eyes to see, what kind of place is this? ”

Ling Feng was so hungry that he still raised his legs and stepped up the steps, but his feet were a little crooked, and he stepped up a step up, where he could stand this kind of wretched anger, and he asked for his surname and said sarcastically: "Well, what dare you dare to do this? Isn't it a wealthy guy who holds a birthday banquet in a wine shop? Isn't it still a cannibalistic eater? Hanako is so hungry that she panics, and she starves to death outside, and she doesn't force herself to break in to get a bite to eat, hum! Isn't it that two watchdogs are standing at the door with their teeth and claws, barking wildly? Isn't it just a dog fighting people! It's not that you deceive people too much, otherwise, you will look good later, and in the future, you will have to increase your surname and learn to be well-behaved. ”

Ling Feng is a resolute man, he has lost his skills and has become a beggar, he has always been arrogant, when he saw the white eyes and black faces of these evil men, he ate this set, a fire in his heart sprung up, and he reprimanded the dog slave who bullied people.

There is a guy called lazy wolf, I heard that the mouth of the flower is not good, and also reprimanded the crocodile is a dog fighting human power, this sounds harsh, the heart is poked, even the clay man with the surname of the soil has to change his face, so angry that his face turned blue, he said to each other viciously: "Called Huazi begging is also very arrogant, or the first time I have encountered it, I don't know how high the sky is, how thick, and the tone is still very grinning." It's really rare in the world, in the past, the poor beggar I met either nodded his head and bowed, or he whispered, he had never seen such a high-profile shouting, it seemed that he was a strong skin called Huazi, and he broke into the door and forced him to eat!"

Ling Feng's face was as usual, without fear, his steps were unsteady and his feet were a little crooked, and he walked towards the wine shop three times in a hurry, and he had already stepped up several steps.

The crocodile and the lazy wolf each nodded their heads, picked up a wooden stick casually, and swept the flying stick, striking left and right, and swept towards Ling Feng's thigh.

Ling Feng has practiced a man, has a calm mentality, although the Xuan Gong is lost, or the footwork is not chaotic, somehow one foot in the air, one stumbles, the body is up, stepping over the two wooden sticks, the two wooden sticks are not hitting people, the heart is not enjoyable, but they are each of them.

"Smack!" the two wooden sticks struck each other hard, and they exchanged strength with each other, stronger than the other.

"Bang!" came out, and the strength of the two wooden sticks was comparable, and they broke together, shaking the palms of the master's hands numb, and the soreness of the arms hit.

The crocodile and the lazy wolf couldn't help but be stunned, glanced at each other, and then raised the half-cut short stick in their hands and smashed it down on Ling Feng's shoulder.