Ling Feng felt the twenty-four exquisite cold iron flying knives arranged in the black iron waist in his hand and were filled with joy.

"Well-"

Ling Feng looked at his fingers with his current physical strength, and couldn't help but exclaim when he looked at the deep wound.

"Senior!" Ling Feng clasped his fists at the old man and thanked him. The effect was completely beyond his imagination. Moreover, he could feel that each cold iron flying knife was inlaid with controllable magnets. With the money he paid, he might not be able to buy even the magnets on the flying knife.

"Young hero, don't be angry, Ye'er will ask you to be bad in the future! If the young hero doesn't dislike you, you can call me Boss Ou!" The old man waved his hand and signaled to Ling Fengdao without being polite and amiable.

"Boss Ou, I, Ling Feng, will definitely protect Brother Ye!" Ling Feng patted his chest and promised.

"Da Zhuang go and ask Ye'er to take the young hero's Dragon Breaking Sky Sword!" Boss Ou looked at the thick man with a beard on the side.

"Boom-"

Ling Feng only felt the ground trembling and the land was shaking. What caught his eye was the black iron giant sword that filled the entire world. How could it accommodate such a large size in a small weapon room? It seems that this weapon room is not as simple as the surface.

"This is...the Dragon Breaking Sky Sword!"

"Young Master Ling is good. This is the Dragon Breaking Heaven Sword. Because the fragments have absorbed many divine power mutations, the precious materials that have devoted all their strength to the shop at home are smelted day and night to form a magic sword. It is a hundred feet long and weighs hundreds of millions of dragon power!" Boss Ou's face was full of pride and passion.

Ling Feng twitched his face, and Boss Ou's last sentence echoed in his mind: "It weighs billions of dragon power!"

The sky is so big! I'm so god! How do you want me to use this sword? I can't even handle it! Looking at the firm boy who was holding the hundred-foot split dragon-raising sword with one hand, as thin as dry firewood, it was all Ye'er in Boss Ou's mouth. He really wanted to let Brother Ye protect me - Ling Feng was very desperate inside!

"Young Master Ling! Young Master Ling..."

"Uh... is here!" Ling Feng came to his senses awkwardly.

"This...this...billion dragon power..." Ling Feng asked with a calm smile.

"It's my carelessness. Young Master Ling, you only need a drop of essence and blood. The Dragon Breaking Heaven Sword can be transformed into its original length. The heavyness will perfectly match your own strength. However, with your current strength, you have to drop essence and blood once a month, otherwise the essence and blood will become like this when absorbed by the Dragon Breaking Heaven Sword! Ye'er can hold up the Dragon Breaking Heaven Sword with one hand, which is the same as his natural divine power and weapon refining. Ye'er has been learning to refine weapons and has no understanding of the outside world, and has no experience in fighting with others! I hope the young hero will take care of him." Boss Ou saw Ling Feng's embarrassment and quickly explained, "He Xia's mouthful of tea.

Ling Feng forced a drop of essence and blood to fly to the body of the Rising Dragon Qingtian Sword. The Rising Dragon Qingtian Sword instantly shrank into three feet long and flew on Ling Feng's hand.

Ling Feng could feel that this sword seemed to be controlled freely from his own strengths, and his combat power increased by at least 50%.

"Yer is going to listen to Young Master Ling this time and go out and have some fun!"

The thin boy secretly looked at Ling Feng, nodded seriously, and walked silently behind Ling Feng without a glance.

Ling Feng nodded to him, and the boy buried his head in an instant.

"Boss Ou knows how much do you know about the secret realm of Xuantian Sword Spirit!" Ling Feng asked.

"The Xuantian Sword Spirit Secret Realm is an ancient secret realm. The nine sects lead the planning of all forces for thousands of years and pay a terrible price to find the only way to open it. The people of the Nine Dragon Spirit Vein assigned to the Nine Sects last time are complementary and one is indispensable to opening the Xuantian Sword Spirit Secret Realm. I heard that the upper level of the Nine Sects has been in trouble. Danyang Sect has been in trouble recently. Maybe there is a danger of destroying the sect. Tomorrow, noon is the best time to open the Xuantian Sword Spirit Secret Realm. Every time I miss a minute

It takes countless resources to open it in a second. If there is no way to go to the Xuantian Secret Realm for more than an hour, Young Master Ling can use this to operate it well. No one knows what is in the Xuantian Sword Spirit Secret Realm, but it is a cultivation culture of burying an era. Entering the requirement that you cannot exceed the age of twenty-five, your cultivation level cannot exceed the realm of destiny!" Boss Ou smiled sinisterly and blackly... But Ling Feng liked this kind of smile very much, and the two smiled at me and the room was filled with laughter.

The boy looked at the two of them at a loss!

That night, tears and sweat wet the quilt. Ling Feng woke up from the nightmare and sighed. He still couldn't let go completely. Those scenes were engraved in his bones and could not be waving them.

Get up and get out of bed, open the window and look up at the sky at forty-five degrees, leaving endless lament.

Under the scorching sun, the anti-forces were sternly with dark faces. The elders of the Danyang Sect were filled with smiles and pleased the people who were not powerful around them. Zi Feng was left with only one figure as if he was as handsome as a dead person, and he was not as handsome as before. If his father, the leader of the Danyang Sect, had not been in person, and would have died long ago by dozens of people searching back and forth. He spent a huge price to calm the anger of the forces, and even gathered the property of the sect for a thousand years and many elders of the sect to fight to make up for Ling Feng's missing position, but the result was still unknown?

"Sister Bai Ling saves Brother Ling... Save him..." A young man was covered in blood on his arms and shouting loudly with his blood on his back.

Everyone was stunned and then was overjoyed. Sister Bai Ling, could Brother Ling be...

A long red dress fell like a fire phoenix and was at least in front of him.

"Ling Feng? Are you?" Feng Bailing asked.

The boy blushed and his whole head was buried in his chest and hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word.

As expected, he was unreliable. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak when he saw the beauty. It seemed that he had to rely on himself to act. Ling Feng was helpless.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Ling Feng pretended to be a cough, woke up leisurely, looked around and showed a fierce light. He struggled to jump off the boy's back and holding a sword, shaking and pointing around him, with a smile on his face. The Danyang Sect members were all over.

"Zi Feng, do you still want to kill someone in front of the forces? I really think your Danyang Sect can cover the sky with one hand..."

Zi Feng vomited a mouthful of depressed blood from his chest, his face twitched up and down, and his fists were pinching, making a slap. He couldn't bear the blame.

Ling Feng was planning to continue teasing Zi Feng who was rushing towards him angry.

"Bang-"

"Brother Ling Feng is very sorry. I shouldn't have issued a kill reward to you in anger! But then I received Bai Ling's warning and revoked the reward. If there are still people ambushing you now, it may be that they didn't pay attention that your kill reward has been cancelled. I'm really sorry to cause you any trouble! I will try my best to satisfy any compensation you need!"

Looking at Zi Feng kneeling on the ground and admitting his mistakes, it completely refreshed everyone's views. Is this the once arrogant Zi Feng?
Chapter completed!