A solemn atmosphere permeated the hall of the Chuan Gong Hall, and the deacon disciples, the outer disciples, and everyone present all looked at Ling Feng's fist tightly, pulling the heavy punches of everyone's heartstrings. Everyone remained silent, waiting for the punch to fall.

There are too many eyes staring at Ling Feng, Ling Feng is not afraid now, the bald head is not afraid of lice, sooner or later, they will be served in a pot, since they have already torn their faces with Ye Han, there is no need to give each other face.

With the strength of Ling Feng's sixth-layer Qi cultivation and rich actual combat experience, this punch landed steadily on the face of the foul-mouthed deacon disciple, and in an instant, everyone's heads buzzed, including the disciple who was beaten, everyone couldn't believe that someone would actually do something in the mission hall.

This seems to be conveying a message that the mission hall in the future will no longer be high, and it will no longer be able to bully disciples at will.

The deacon disciple who was beaten, his face was high and swollen on one side, a mouthful of blood spit out, and he was carrying five or six teeth, Ling Feng's punch, without the slightest politeness, used up the strength of his body. The disciple fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, and began to spill, saying that the outer disciples had beaten people.

At this moment, everyone in the Gong Gong Hall had wonderful faces, and they were all curious about how Ye Han taught such a strange thing.

Ling Feng was immediately stunned by this wonderful scene, the shrews in the world are nothing more than that, this time the face of the Gonggong Hall has been lost.

I saw a few deacon disciples hurriedly help him up and rush towards the back hall, the remaining deacon disciples looked at Ling Feng with an unkind expression, if his eyes could eat people, Ling Feng might not have any bones left.

After a while, a voice sounded in everyone's ears, and people couldn't guess the joy and anger:

"The fault of this matter is that I am not strict in discipline, I will deal with it, and the rest of us will do their own thing."

Everyone knew that this was the elder in charge, Ye Han, who had spoken, and they didn't dare to stay, so they dispersed.

Ling Feng conjured three tail feathers out of thin air, all of them were of the highest quality, and they were each selected from the tails of the three perched phoenix birds, and he was going to be high-profile now. As soon as the three tail feathers appeared, the hall was suddenly silent, how many years, the task that was difficult for the inner disciples to complete, was easily completed by an outer disciple who had not even reached the seventh layer of qi training. It was also completed so gorgeously, and he slapped a silent but loud slap in the mission hall.

The deacon disciple opposite, almost from between his teeth, bit out three words: "You are very good".

After completing the task and getting the points he deserved, Ling Feng swaggered out of the mission hall, and behind him, the news about him making trouble in the mission hall suddenly spread all over the sky.

I did an outer door trial mission, and the back and forth was a complete month, and Ling Feng had been running for a month, but fortunately, he had a lot of gains, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to what he did in the Mission Hall, Ling Feng did it on purpose, so that everyone knew that he had a feud with the Mission Hall, and ordinary deacon disciples would not dare to target him anymore, even if they did, they would not dare to put it on the surface; As for Ye Han, Ling Feng did not expect that the deacon disciple was so powerful that Ye Han could not come forward, as long as he came forward, he would lose face, and this matter could only be turned into a big thing and a small matter.

In the end, Ling Feng swaggered out of the door.

Presumably his reputation has spread all over the outer gates, but the sect is even more dangerous, the true legend can want some people's lives, and Ye Han can do the same, I heard that he is still a shameless person by any means.

The mood that was just a little better, when I thought of this, suddenly became bad.

However, there is still a good thing waiting for Ling Feng, it is time to go and see Chu Mo, and I don't know how the flying sword is refined.

The Five Extremes Sword Formation that Ling Feng got was actually talking about five flying swords, but Ling Feng had always lacked money and suitable people, so he didn't have a flying sword for a long time.

Ling Feng quietly went out early the next morning, and went straight to Xin Yun's small courtyard, Chen Kun and the Jing brothers had moved to the mansion under construction, this courtyard, only Xin Yun and her child Chu Ci, the old man Chu Mo and Ling Feng's die-hard Moshan were left.

Ling Feng looked at Chu Mo with burning eyes, only to see the other party's indifferent face, and his heart was even more excited.

Following Chu Mo, the group came to an abandoned volcano, only to see bursts of magma erupting from the mountain pass, and the group felt the heat wave coming from a distance, and Xin Yun, who was the weakest in cultivation, was flushed with flush and sweat like rain, obviously difficult to move forward.

Xin Yun didn't wear much, as a two-layer monk refining qi, she only wore a chest wrap and a thin veil, since she bought the big mansion, she didn't go out of the door, she didn't step out of the door, she waited for Ling Feng's return at home, hoping that one day Ling Feng could take herself into the room and become his real woman, so she used a little means, that is, she wore a little lighter.

A rough and powerful hand against her back, Xin Yun trembled, and a warm current slowly flowed towards her from the palm of her hand, replenishing the overconsumed spiritual power, and after a quarter of an hour, Xin Yun's physical strength had recovered most of it. However, she was not willing at all, and Ling Feng's hot hand left her back and deliberately moved back.

At this time, it was not far from the destination, Moshan and Chu Mo had already taken the first step, as long as they kept moving along the mountain road, they could reach the end of the trip.

Xin Yun simply took off the outer layer of tulle, and Ling Feng's hand directly touched the cold and delicate skin, and both of them were in their hearts.

Ling Feng secretly complained bitterly, hurriedly withdrew his palm, handed out a Qi Gathering Pill, and asked Xin Yun to take it, only after she said, "After the foundation is built, everything will be convenient." Ling Feng just wanted to hold on first, after building the foundation, he would have the power to protect herself, and she should be able to return her free body when the time comes.

For Xin Yun, Ling Feng has always admired it, if you want to say that you like it, it is just a kind of liking for beautiful things, not to mention the love of men and women.

Ling Feng's words sounded to Xin Yun's ears, like a promise, sometimes a man's unintentional words, a woman may have waited for this for a lifetime. Xin Yun is this kind of person, Ling Feng is the first person she likes from the bottom of her heart, marrying her ex-husband is more or less to repay the Chu family's adoption kindness, and there is a hint of joy in it.

Xin Yun has more respect for her ex-husband, there is very little love between men and women, and her husband is not in good health, so they are rarely close.

The two of them collected their mood and continued along the mountain road, and after a quarter of an hour, they reached a huge mountainside with a simple shape in it, and a raging fire burned at the bottom, which was directly connected to the ground and would never be extinguished.

The corners of Chu Mo's mouth slanted upward, and he said proudly:

"Childe, my subordinates have fulfilled their mission, and they have made a flying sword with a high-level magic weapon at a super level."

After another pause, he said:

"This flying sword has excellent spirituality, and it needs someone to subdue it, so please ask Childe to take action"

Looking at the flying sword that glowed with white light and roared in gusts of wind, Ling Feng's heart was hot, but it was not easy to submit.

Ling Feng stepped out, staring at the flying sword that was constantly struggling in the Ding Furnace, slowly closing his eyes and releasing his divine sense.

The flying sword seemed to be running up and down irregularly, and in Ling Feng's divine sense, it gradually had a trajectory, and it always flew in the direction of the wind inside the Ding Furnace, because of the irregularity of the wind in the Ding Furnace, in the eyes of ordinary people, it was the flying sword struggling indiscriminately.

Chu Mo, Xin Yun and Mo Shan were all staring at Ling Feng and the flying sword tightly at the moment, they were also uneasy in their hearts, in their eyes this was not exactly a sword, but also a symbol of strength, if Ling Feng could win this flying sword, it would be even more convincing in their hearts.

In the cultivation realm, few people are willing to follow a master who can't see hope, fortunately Ling Feng is not such a person, I saw him suddenly open his eyes, a fine light came out of his eyes, a leap into the air, grabbed the hilt of the flying sword with one hand, the jade Jue in his body emitted bursts of red light, and the sword in his hand emitted bursts of wailing, begging for mercy, currying favor, in an instant, Ling Feng subdued this high-grade magic weapon that had just been refined.

Everyone on the side was dumbfounded, especially Chu Mo, he felt that it was not difficult for his son-in-law to accept the flying sword, but he didn't expect it to be so easy, and he was even more excited in the depths of his heart.

Ling Feng put the sword across his chest, looked at it carefully, the style of this sword was basically the same as the style of Bailian Steel, there was no double-headed sword Yin cold, there was a gust of wind groaning from the sword body, Ling Feng felt something in his heart, and said silently: "In the future, I will call you Feng Yin."

The Wind Yin Sword buzzed all over its body, and responded enthusiastically to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng squeezed out a little blood and gently dripped it on Feng Yin's body, the red light flashed away, and the blood completely merged into the sword body, and suddenly, there was a sense of flesh and blood connection between himself and Feng Yin. Ling Feng, who has had many magic weapons, is very familiar with this feeling, and it is the slightest connection that arises after the magic weapon recognizes the master, and from then on, Feng Yin belongs to himself.

Chu Mo and the others stepped forward, and said with excited faces:

"Congratulations, Childe/Husband accepted this treasure"

Ling Feng's heart swayed, and Lao Tzu was finally able to fly.