"With this time to play tricks, it's better to knock off all the pills in your space..."

Duanmu Ming's eyes were like a torch. Who said that this kid had poor talent? Can a person with poor talent cultivate his soul level to this level within a year?

His gaze fell on Mo Lingfeng's space ring, and there was a faint terrifying spiritual power rolling. What was inside?

He knew it without Mo Lingfeng explaining it clearly.

But, my heart hurts a little...

This stupid junior brother...

"Okay, I'll knock, I'll knock..."

Mo Lingfeng sat cross-legged, took out dozens of top-grade elixirs from the space ring and poured them into his mouth as if he was angry.

These brothers from Nishang Palace saw that he always took pills as candy and subconsciously thought it was rewarded by the God King of Nishang, but they didn't know that Mo Lingfeng himself was an alchemist.

Those brothers and sons thought Mo Lingfeng had poor qualifications and took baths with Linglu every day, washed his meridians and cut off his marrow, but even the sixth level of the Holy Realm was broken through, but they didn't know that he had spent all his time on alchemy this year.

Therefore, his soul realm is a thousand miles a day. If he has enough spiritual power to fill it at this time, it will not be difficult to reach the ninth level of the Holy Realm.

But Mo Lingfeng would rather be ridiculed by others all day than improve. He just couldn't bear to take those elixirs.

He wanted to leave all the elixirs to his senior brother and sister-in-law, as well as those around him who were in desperate need.

"You waste, you waste..."

Before Lu Jingtian could say anything, he was slapped twice in the face.

"You can call waste?"

Duanmu Ming's clothes were still raising lightly, and it was obviously his hand.

"you……"

Jun Wumian Youran raised his hand to stop Lu Jingtian from blurting out the scolding, and said, "Ling Feng, it's really not something you can scold!"

Lu Jingtian shook his sleeves hatefully, but he just couldn't stand Mo Lingfeng's appearance that he was not strong and was awesome.

What’s even more hateful is that the God King of Nishang, who treats all his disciples as dirt, is favored by Mo Lingfeng. Who in the Nishang Palace can swallow this breath?

"I don't want to miss the feast, so I'll deal with these vengeful spirits first!"

Jun Wumian's words made these brothers and sons of Nishang Palace feel angry, and they had to suppress them at this time.

The resentful spirits outside seemed to be waiting madly, constantly rushing to the restriction. The frequent and dense collisions made the brothers' bodies tremble involuntarily.

"What Nishang Palace? Are the people in Nishang Palace so cowardly?"

The soldier mocked him, and then rushed out first...

Damn the vengeful spirit jumped into the shrimp, and actually used Lord Beiming’s tombstone as a pit? I must blow you into pieces!

As soon as his figure came out of the restriction, those resentful spirits rushed towards him like crazy.

But who is the little soldier? The king among the undead soldiers!

As soon as the soul shock was used, dozens of resentful spirits' magic cores exploded in the blink of an eye.

"Walk!"

Duanmu Ming also flashed outside the forbidden area. With a wave of the star knife in his hand, the dazzling golden light burst into flames at the middle-level ninth-level holy realm, killing him with an unexpected blow.

When he rushed towards the three vengeful spirits at the ninth level of the holy realm, Chaojun Wumian glanced lightly, and his curled lips were silently saying: In this way, it is us three who fight side by side, not you and Xiao Xier

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Chapter completed!