"Helper, what are we going to do?

Eventually, an old man stepped forward and asked tentatively.

Zhao Kun's face was gloomy and gloomy, he looked at the two corpses on the ground, and said coldly: "Go, send the bodies of the two of them to Flying Tiger City, just say that they were killed." ”

Hearing this, all the disciples trembled, and the old man showed a look of surprise: "Don't worry, I know what to do." ”

"Go ahead, this is done, and you will be in charge from now on. Zhao Kun said lightly.

"Yes! I'll do it!"

The old man was ecstatic in his heart, he hurriedly beckoned his disciples, carefully placed the bodies of the two of them in charge of Du, and then quickly sent them to Flying Tiger City.

He knew that the helper must be afraid of the mysterious boy by doing this, and the person who could make the helper afraid was either a master or a special identity.

In short, the mysterious boy is not easy to mess with.

And their Green Wolf Gang couldn't bear this breath, so they decided to let Flying Tiger City take action.

Because, Chief Manager Du is the junior brother of the City Lord of Flying Tiger City, and thinking about the death of Chief Du this time will definitely make the City Lord of Flying Tiger City angry.

That is a warrior who is stronger than Zhao Kun, and he is a true Venerable!

Lin Xuan didn't know about the small movements of the Green Wolf Gang, at this moment he had already left Broken Mountain City and set off according to the instructions of the blood-colored map.

I have to say that the map given by Zhao Kun is very detailed, at least more detailed than the one he bought.

He found the fastest way, used his skills, and hurried quickly.

The place where Lin Xuan was located was still at the edge of the blood domain, so there were relatively few cities, and when you looked at it from a distance, it was an endless dark red.

Half a day later, he suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed slightly.

Due to the Great Perfection of the Artistic Conception of the Wind, Lin Xuan was extremely sensitive to the flow of the wind around him, and at this moment, he felt that there was an extremely unusual fluctuation of the wind in front of him.

This breath was very strong, very violent, and by no means ordinary wind.

Soon, Lin Xuan saw a red mist blowing on the horizon in front of him, like a sea of blood, rushing endlessly.

Accompanied by the ghostly whistling, it was very harsh.

"It's ...... Storm!"

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, he had never seen such a powerful storm.

The red storm was fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already nearby.

The wind swept and uprooted the trees, sending countless clouds of dust flying upside down into the sky.

It was like a dragon-colored dragon, roaring fiercely in the air.

The sky roared, as if it had been torn apart, red cracks appeared, and the terrifying force of the wind swept in all directions, destroying everything.

In this case, it is impossible to escape.

Ordinary martial artists can only pray when they encounter a red storm, but Lin Xuan is different, he has the artistic conception of the wind of the Great Perfection, and his strength is extremely strong.

The next moment, around him, there were cyan air currents, holding his body up, like a dream, fluctuating.

With this artistic conception of the wind, sure enough, the impact of the red storm was small, Lin Xuan drifted with the red storm, looking at the raging storm, and suddenly felt a feeling in his heart.

It had been a long time since he had reached the Great Perfection of the Wind Artistic Conception, but he had not yet reached the level of the Wind Soul, and he knew that this kind of thing could not be rushed.

Unlike the Sword Soul, the artistic conception of the wind is completely comprehended by him alone, and there is no shortcut, so the speed is not as fast as the sword intent.

And now, in the face of the red storm in the sky, he suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment.

The process was short, only a moment, but it was enough.

Because he has a direction, he knows the path after the artistic conception of the wind.

As long as he has more understanding, it won't take long for him to condense into a wind soul.

The wind gradually faded, and the red storm came and went like a giant beast.

Soon, it completely disappeared into the area, heading for the rest of the world.

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, summoned the dark red divine dragon and asked him to protect the Dharma.

"Damn, kid, are you a demon!" "The dark red dragon is dissatisfied, you can have an epiphany when you rush the way, are you sure you didn't mean it?

Although the dark red dragon was dissatisfied, it still laid out a defensive formation.

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, constantly deducing and recalling the situation that appeared in the red storm just now in his mind, and carefully comprehended it.

He felt that his comprehension of the artistic conception of the wind had deepened a lot, and at the same time, based on the comprehension of the scene just now, he created his own wind style.

With a wave of the palm, the wind rolled up, the waves rolled, and the terrifying sound stirred, as if a red storm had reappeared.

The earth cracked, the trees flew upside down and turned into powder in the air, and the distant peaks exploded, unable to withstand the force.

This palm, much like the Red Storm, was filled with a furious aura of destruction.

"Help, Red Storm is here again!"

In the distance, an exclamation sounded, very miserable and desperate.

After Lin Xuan heard this, his expression was surprised, he waved his palm, and picked this one up, and at the same time, his body shook, running towards the place where the voice came from.

The Red Storm was terrifying, and the damage was severe, the earth cracked, the cracks spread, and the rocks shattered, and it was a miserable scene.

And among these ruins, there was a lean young man, who was holding his head and screaming miserably.

"Oh my God, didn't the red storm only appear once, why did it just disappear this time and reappeared!"

"Mom, I don't want to die!"

The young man yelled wildly.

Lin Xuan was surprised, he couldn't imagine that under the red storm, there were still people who could survive.

The corners of his mouth raised, Lin Xuan was like a wisp of breeze, silent, came to the side of the young man with the bamboo pole, and then kicked it with his toes.

Suddenly, the young man with the bamboo pole trembled and roared wildly: "Ah, it's coming, it's really coming!"

Lin Xuan was speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he could only speak: "Hey, there is no storm, you don't have to be afraid." ”

At this sound, the young man on the ground suddenly stopped trembling, and then quickly turned his head and looked in all directions, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat up, patted the soil on his body, stared at Lin Xuan, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "If there is no storm, don't say it earlier, do you want to scare me to death?"

The guy complained.

Lin Xuan felt funny, and at the same time he was very curious, this guy on the ground was not very high in cultivation, how did he avoid the red storm?

"Hey, what kind of eyes are you?" the young man on the ground was dissatisfied, and stood up with a thud.

"Although my master's strength is not strong, when it comes to survivability in the Scarlet Plains, extreme martial artists may not be able to compare with me!"

Young people are confident.

"What's your name?" Lin Xuan asked.

"Yu Fei. The young man said, and then was stunned, "Why should I tell you?"

He stared at Lin Xuan with an unkind expression: "You guy, your body is so clean, haven't you encountered a red storm?"

"Boy, who the hell are you?"

"Newcomers. Lin Xuan shrugged, "You said that your ability to survive is strong, what danger is there in this blood-colored plain besides the storm?"

Yu Fei's eyes widened, staring at Lin Xuan for a few seconds, and then said disdainfully: "Sure enough, it's a rookie!"

"Boy, listen up!"