Chapter 2218 It is difficult for doctors to heal themselves! (1 more)
The seven -day sacrifice soul of the old man obviously retired most of the greedy people, but there are also some people who still don't give up.
Among them, there is the young man who bids with the old man.
I saw that the young boy covered a layer of blue light, and the old white -haired old man beside him actually did not even perform his body. He just walked in the space of the aroma, but there was no reaction.
This old one, strode towards the mysterious old man, stopped ten steps opposite him, stopped.
"Bang!"
Those who stepped on the head on the ground when the young man fell on the ground, and directly stepped on the head of the other person's head. The scene was very bloody.
There was a trace of color flashed in the mysterious old man's eyes. He used seven days to mourn the soul, and he did not want to hurt his life. This young man, he was so spicy when he shot, his heart was poisonous.
"Old man, I'll give you a chance!"
A young man with a high gesture, staring at the mysterious old man coldly, "This is 1.2 billion yuan in Yuanjing, you leave the glazed fire tree, and you have made a friend with this less. How about?"
The mysterious old man shook his head and smiled.
"snort!"
The young man's eyes flashed in the eyes, "Give your face shameless!"
He was about to take a shot, but was held by the white -haired swordsman around him.
Speaking, the white -haired swordsman looked at the old man on the opposite side, arched his hand, and said faintly: "This Taoist brother, the glazed fire tree also has special value to me.
The clan must be grateful. "
This white -haired swordsman, who mentioned three times in a row, mentioned three times in a row. Sure enough, many warriors hiding in the dark left.
In the Western Swords, the blue fire belongs to a very special force.
Because, they are the legendary priests!
Generally, even if it is the three major swordsmen, I dare not do it easily with the Protoss.
"Blue Fire?"
It was Yu Yao, showing a disdain. "Compared with our Jiuli Gods, it is simply garbage compared with our Jiuli gods.
Ling Feng shook his head and laughed. This kind of words dared to say so.
However, the mysterious old man didn't seem to buy it, and he still shook his head. "The old man said, this glazed fire tree will not be handed to anyone."
"Mi West!"
The teenager's eyes were angry, and a palm of the white -haired swordsman, the blue flame surged around, wrapped in the blue flame, and attacked the mysterious old man fiercely.
The temperature of the blue flame is more burning than ordinary alien fires. For a while, a heat wave rolled, and even the surrounding forests began to make the violent sound of "click" and burned directly.
"So domineering flame!"
Ling Feng's eyelids jump, although the poisonous gas of the mysterious old man is powerful, if you are close, I am afraid ...
Although the alchemist is full of wealth, it generally does not have a strong combat effectiveness, especially the close combat capability.
Ling Feng, that is an exception.
And the young man of the blue fire tribe, at first glance, is a talented person. If he is close to him, I am afraid the mysterious old man will lose a lot.
Thinking of this, Ling Feng quickly expanded his body, and his figure flashed, and he fell in front of the old man. Although he was a bit hasty, the power of Bailong broke out and kicked on the ground.
The teenager of the fire tribe, stunned.
And this is the kung fu, Ling Feng has already killed.
boom!
Blue fire, swallowing flames.
The fire was exploded, Ling Feng and the blue fire tribe opposite the opposite side took several steps back. Ling Feng was winning the strength, and the fire tribe was better than the power of the domineering flame rules.
"Um?"
A punch was shocked, and a touch of anger flashed in the eyes of the blue fire tribe, staring at Ling Feng coldly, "Boy, who are you?"
Ling Feng took a deep breath and disintegrated the blue fire in the invading body with the power of swallowing the flame, but ignored the fire young man, but looked back at the mysterious old man, nodded slightly towards him.
Bar?"
The old man looked at Ling Feng and immediately showed a faint smile.
really!
Ling Feng's eyes were bright, this mysterious old man really was a alchemist.
"In front of the predecessors, what can be calculated by this younger generation?"
Ling Feng said with a smile: "If you have a chance, you also hope to ask for a one or two from his predecessors."
"Low and miscellaneous!"
When the fire young man saw Ling Feng chatting with the old man, he did not put himself in his eyes at all. He could not help but flashed a anger in his eyes, urged the overbearing blue flame, and attacked Lingfeng again.
"Senior, I solve this kid first, and then talk about it with you!"
Ling Feng took a deep breath, and then looked back at the boy, and said coldly: "I advise you where to go back and forth, otherwise, you will regret it!"
"Boy, do you really dare to say! What do you think you are? Can you know what the gods mean? How can you understand this kind of low blood veins, what is the real power!"
The fire young people stared at the flames of Ling Feng's body, and they were even more angry. They were obviously just a lower -class bleak, and they actually had a flame comparable to the blue fire.
He can't accept this.
"Really?"
Ling Feng shook his head, "Then pick me up, ordinary punch!"
Ling Feng raised his hand slightly, and a domineering swallowing flames swept away. At the same time, a hundred heads of dragon elephant divine power were condensed in the fist.
"Miscellaneous, find death!"
The young teenager of the fire tribe dared to scorn himself so much, and suddenly burned in anger, and waved his fist to Ling Feng, intending to fist with a fist.
"Young master, retreat!"
The old white -haired old man saw the clue. Ling Feng's seemingly ordinary punch, in fact, has the power to destroy the earth.
He hurriedly reminded, but how arrogant the fire tribe, he didn't believe at all, his blue fire would lose to the flames of Lingfeng.
"Oops!"
The old white -haired old man was not good at screaming, and he was about to shot, but was locked by an invisible coercion.
"Little Mao children, your old guy is really embarrassed?"
A burly figure suddenly descended from the sky, and saw a bodies of two meters away, wearing a yellow robe, revealing a bald man with a round belly, holding a banana fan, staring at the white -haired swordsman with a smile.
The breath of this bald man is extremely horrible. In a moment, even the white -haired swordsman felt that he seemed to have been choked by his throat, and he couldn't move.
"You ... you ..."
The white -haired swordsman's eyes are full of mistakes, and a horrible idea appears in his mind.
"Lao Chang, if it wasn't for Lao Tzu's kindness with kindness, your dead old ghosts now become a corpse on the ground?"
The bald man looked back with a smile and looked at the mysterious old man.
"Cough ..."
The mysterious old man coughed fiercely for a while, "When, even you dare to claim to be kind and kind?"