Another new day, after Ling Feng after the exercise, he carried the rusty ax, carrying a heavy black pot, and began to get busy.
At this time, most people are still in the dream hometown, such as Yu Yaoyao's woman.
Although she lives under the same roof, she basically rarely can with Ling Fengzhao every day.
Perhaps it was affected by Ling Feng's almost crazy cultivation, and Yu Yanyao also became diligent.
Since she broke through the holy level, her cultivation has been relaxing a lot. After all, she has broken through the Holy Grade at this age. Even among the Jiuli gods, her peers is undoubtedly the standard of the middle and upper reaches.
Therefore, she felt a little fluttering. Anyway, after the holy level, the breakthroughs of each layer were not easy, and she needed a lot of time to pile up, so she simply started to fly.
But after arriving at the wicked Valley, she found that she was actually the weakest, and was influenced by Ling Feng, and finally began to be angry.
As for the south of Chu Chao, he was deeply stimulated by Ling Feng. He had already begun to torture himself, seeking breakthroughs, so as not to be left too far away by Ling Feng.
Running all the way, rushing to Houshan, Ling Feng took a deep breath several times, and adjusted the rhythm of breathing.
After a few days, Ling Feng carried this black pot every day, and gradually began to fall into some habit of this horrible weight.
Originally, he ran to Houshan with a black pot, at least he had to take a cup of tea with at least panting. Now as long as he takes a few times deep, it basically has no effect.
This improvement is undoubtedly huge.
Of course, this is also related to Ling Feng's early time, and he is used to the suppression of the forged mixed yuan lock.
The forging mixed element locks the Yuanli in the body. Although it is different from the oppression of the body, there is actually a common place.
"call!"
Slowly spit out a bite of turbid air, Ling Feng pulled out the blunt ax from his waist, ready to start a new day of work.
In the morning yesterday, Ling Feng almost cut off more than 50 bamboo, and took time to pick up three times. Today, Ling Feng is ready to increase it again.
Always surpass yourself every day, which is Ling Feng's goal.
At this moment, Ling Feng felt that he was shrouded in a horrible killing intention.
Different from the blood demon hand and Xiaoxiao Er's sharp and domineering intention. This kind of killing gives him a very heavy feeling, as if he was pressed by Taishan, so that almost the whole person was crushed to the ground.
"Who?"
Ling Feng's complexion, in the valley of the wicked, how could anyone dare to kill?
Could it be said that this person is not the man of the Valley?
Being able to sneak into the Valley Valley silently, avoid the eyes of so many strong people, and directly block themselves. How powerful is this person's strength?
Could it be the strong man of the demon family, and he found out his whereabouts?
Countless guessing flashed in Ling Feng's mind, but the next moment, a strong wind rushed, Ling Feng quickly grabbed the ax in his hand and fully resisted.
"The power of rotation!"
The dragon elephant divine power broke out, and Ling Feng imagined the power of the extremely heavy lake water in the bucket, and the strength suddenly changed.
At the moment of life and death, Ling Feng's huge potential broke out. The power of rotation form a surging cyclone, distorting the void in front of Ling Feng.
This is the isolation barrier formed by the power of rotation!
However!
Oh!
The void trembling, a horrible force, penetrate everything, and vent.
"puff!"
Ling Feng sprayed a bite of blood on his back, his hands were shocked, the tiger's mouth collapsed directly, his palms were numb, and the ax fell directly to the ground.
Pasted!
Ling Feng retreated for dozens of steps one after another, and his body hit a big tree, which stabilized the shape.
Click!
The big trees behind them were actually penetrated by strength. On the stout trunk, a scarred crack was split, and it spread continuously. The blink of an eye, the luggage of the tree was cut off, and the broken wood chips were tilted.
The wind hit, showing a desperate atmosphere!
Ling Feng's face showed a mistake, looking at his cracked hands, his heart was shocked.
That domineering and heavy force actually has such a weird penetration!
Desperate, shrouded instantaneously.
After Ling Feng originally thought that after he realized the outbreak of many power attributes, even if he faced some old -fashioned sanctified strong people, he had a certain self -protection ability.
It seems that I am still too blind and optimistic.
"Who is your time, you know that this is the Valley of the Wicker!"
Ling Feng coughed a few bites of blood, and the other party beat himself so miserable, but from beginning to end, he hadn't appeared yet!
I can't beat it, and I can only hope that the other wicked people notice the situation here, and immediately come over.
However, at this moment, from the crown of a big tree, he jumped off a small figure, but he was very strong, and he held a big exaggerated big hammer in his hand.
"Iron ... Hammer Senior?"
Ling Feng's eyelids jumped and recognized this person.
When he first came to the Valley of the Wicker that day, the Mu Shenjun convened everyone to come, so he had seen this big hammer once.
After that, even at the lunch of the blood demon hand, the big hammer never appeared again.
However, when I saw that it was not an outsider, but when I was a big bh no, Ling Feng was obviously relieved.
At least, this little life is kept.
I saw that the big hammer came out expressionlessly, and did not answer Ling Feng, but just stared at Ling Feng and said slowly: "I just did it.
Vurry. You want to practice the power attributes of the pupae in the morning, so starting from this afternoon, you can take time to my blacksmith every day. "
After a pause, the big hammer stared at Ling Feng again, and the cold voice said: "Of course, you can not come, then I will make a hammer at this time every day, until your enlightenment and the shock and strength of strength
"
Anyway, the meaning of Mu Shenjun is just to learn the changes of these two forces in Lingfeng. As for what method is used, it depends on him.
"Forehead……"
Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly, he now understands what is called, there is not much to talk about people.
Smile Er looks fierce on the surface, and is almost a guy. Although there is nothing good, and the sentence sounds scary, he rarely really shot.
And this big bcho, really greets the dead!
If it weren't for his own skin, it was enough to lie down for half a month!
Take a deep breath, Ling Feng gritted his teeth, and said, "The junior knows, I will go to the blacksmith in the afternoon."
"snort!"
The big bcho -hammer glanced at Ling Feng, so he stopped talking, turned and left directly.
When I saw the big hammer leave, Ling Feng secretly squeezed a sweat, and it seemed that the third test of the "examiner" was very difficult to get along!