Ferry Spirit Saga

Chapter 42



Yes, but very little.

If this sentence comes out of the mouth of ordinary people, some people dare to fight, but this is the second disciple of array peak. Even such people use very few words, and the degree of difficulty can be imagined.

"I, I give up." a teenager trembled. Tianyan didn\'t say anything, just waved his hand, and the teenager disappeared.

"Is there anything else to give up?" Tianyan looked at the last few people, especially Xu Xian, but Xu Xian had no bitter expression because of her low qualification, but she was very leisurely.

Finally, two people chose to leave, and only three people, including Xu Xian, stayed.

Seeing this scene, Liu Wangyang was in a good mood. He said with a thorn in his language: "Yipin talent also has the face to stay. It\'s good to be a fire sweeper in Zongli all his life. It\'s also a touch of fairy fate!"

"Don\'t be arrogant, Liu. Why don\'t you compete with Yun Qingmiao with your money that day?" Li Ao jumped out to fight back. At least he also received the favor of Xu Xian. Naturally, his heart is towards Xu Xian.

Liu Wangyang\'s face was a little ugly when he heard the speech, but he laughed again in the twinkling of an eye: "Miss Yun\'s qualification is hard to meet in a thousand years. It\'s not as humiliating as her, but this person\'s first-class qualification, tut tut..."

The more Liu Wangyang said, the more he began to laugh. Li Ao was not much better. He was afraid that Xu Xian would lose face if he was not careful.

However, at this time, a dark purple light suddenly came from the horizon. It was an illusory figure. It was hazy in the void. There was an inexplicable smell of terror. This smell made people feel like meeting natural enemies. Many disciples were shocked and their legs softened.

"This breath? Is it!" feeling this breath, Tianyan and Li Yi suddenly changed their looks! As if something and its terrible existence were coming.

Even Ning Ling, who has always been cold, frowned and looked at the illusory figure like a great enemy.

Many disciples also saw the unreal figure. Just looking at it, they felt as if they had been swallowed up by a beast. It was a fear from the soul!

"Impossible, didn\'t she leave a few years ago? How could it!" qingrushui\'s face turned white, she was covered with cherry blossoms, and the spirit spring behind her appeared, which was already in a state of battle.

The black figure ignored these people. Although the figure was ethereal and illusory, she could still see the graceful posture. Step by step, the space where she had done seemed to be eroded. When she passed by qingrushui and others, they had been sweating.

Such an oppressive force is worthy of being a terrorist who stirred up the top and bottom of the five lingzong 20 years ago, and even the whole iron ridge mountains fell into a great crisis.

Liu Wangyang\'s legs softened by the terrible smell. He almost sat on the ground. He trembled and said, "who is this?"

Liu Tiandong, the second disciple of Yaofeng, also had tiny pupils. He muttered to himself, "it\'s her! The princes of the two dynasties pressed twenty years ago can\'t breathe!"

On the gate of shaking heaven, elder Yaofeng\'s eyes were about to stare out. His hands trembled. He could never forget this figure. It was this figure that shaved the spirit animal farm he worked hard to run!

"Why is she still in Zongli? Didn\'t she leave a few years ago?"

At this time, an inch of sword came through the distance, and an old man in gray came to resist the sword. This man is the elder of Wuling zongjianfeng!

The old sword attacked the whole iron ridge mountains. It is said that the single attack can even approach half a step to expand the sea!

"It doesn\'t matter. This is just a trace of spirit left by this woman." old Jian slowly opened his mouth.

Hearing the speech, the elders not only didn\'t breathe a sigh of relief, but were even more shocked. It was just a little thought that had such oppression. What opportunities did this woman encounter in these short years!

"It\'s just a trace of divine thought. Alas, we are really old!" the elder of array peak sighed.

This woman is the third disciple who came to the Taoist career of Wuling sect 20 years ago: Ji Wuyao!

The black figure went straight. When he passed Liu Wangyang, he almost threw his head to the ground. This is a queen, a supreme goddess with a deadly smell!

Compared with this figure, Yun Qingmiao is also amazing, but neither his aura nor strength is a level.

The black and purple figure seemed to be wearing close fitting armor, outlining the perfect curve. However, the hazy light on her face was not appropriate. She came step by step. When everyone dared not go out, she suddenly shouted and scared them not to swallow at one breath.

"Sister Yao, I miss you so much!"

Xu Xian seemed to have seen his relatives. He came to the figure step by step, holding it desperately, and his head was still rubbing against someone\'s chest.

Dog thief!

Everyone was stunned. Such a deadly queen, this boy dared to take advantage of it!

The next scene made their mouths fall to the ground. They saw the black figure holding Xu Xian slowly. Although they couldn\'t see the face of the figure, they could still feel that the figure doted on Xu Xian.

"You\'re a big kid. Don\'t let go." the black figure smiled and scolded, pinching Xu Xian\'s face which is more delicate than a girl.

Xu Xian also rubbed hard, muttering: "how do you feel not as soft as before..."

When she heard the speech, the black figure gave a meal. She lifted Xu Xian\'s ear and twisted it fiercely: "let you stay away from your second brother. You still don\'t listen. You\'re learning bad! I\'m just leaving a trace of mind now. I\'ll clean you up when I come back."

Xu Xian smiled. He hasn\'t seen the third sister for many years. This is one of the few people who have occupied a place in his heart.

The black figure was tall and half a head higher than Xu Xian. She took Xu Xian\'s hand and said to Li Yi and others who were still in a daze: "he, I cut off the peak."

Li Yi and others looked at each other. For a moment, they didn\'t know how to speak. They only blame the woman for her great prestige twenty years ago.

However, at this time, a sharp sword came from the sky. It was a broad and silver sword. The sword body was two fists wide and four feet long. It looked like a long gun from a distance.

On the long sword stood a man with incomparable fortitude. He stood with his hands behind his back. The sound of the sword sounded through the sky. The strong sword meaning condensed into essence, overwhelming and people dare not face it.

This sharp sword idea broke through the breath of black figure in an instant, but the faces of the people mixed between them were more ugly. On the one hand, there was fatal soul pressure and on the other hand, there was sharp sword. In these two positions, the pressure can be imagined.

"What a terrible pressure. Who is this man?"

"It\'s senior brother Feng! Feng Lintian, the eldest disciple of Jianfeng!" Jianfeng disciples recognized it at a glance. It was the legendary disciple of Wuling sect, known as the leader of the next generation of Jianfeng and the sharpest sword of Wuling sect!

"Sister Yao, this guy seems to be coming for you." Xu Xian said.

The black figure smiled indifferently and looked at the visitor without saying a word.

"I\'ve seen elder martial brother Feng!" Jianfeng disciples always indulge in Kendo and are not curious about the outside world. This is to cultivate their sword heart, but the resolute man in front of them is a legend for them.

Feng Lintian is an old disciple of Jian who has traveled all over the world. He has shown his amazing Kendo qualification since childhood. He condenses Qi at the age of 10, builds a foundation at the age of 12, and starts to attack Yongquan at the age of 15. By the age of 18, he has entered the Yongquan period that ordinary disciples don\'t dare expect, and has been recognized by Jianfeng wanjian tomb. The long sword he added is a treasure from it!

Such a legendary figure, even in Jianfeng, is the idol of all his disciples.

Feng Lintian put away his long sword. His angular face was expressionless: "Ji Wuyao!"

These three words were almost word by word. Suddenly, the wind rolled back and the sword sounded. The surrounding wind and waves were like the tip of a sword, which hurt everyone\'s faces.

For a moment, everyone was dumb. It seemed that there was a festival between the two big people.

"I\'m not interested in fighting with you. I just came to see my fourth brother today." Ji Wuyao just took Xu Xian and prepared to leave.

"I defeated your men 20 years ago. Today you are just a little thinking. I will not fight with you, but I will fight back to the heart of the sword." Feng Lintian did not stop, but spoke calmly and firmly.

"What!"

"Elder martial brother Feng said he lost the duel with this black figure 20 years ago?

"How is this possible? Elder martial brother Feng has never been defeated since he came to the five lingzong. Even Lin Tianxiang of Baichong forest has been defeated by elder martial brother Feng!"

The people around them burst into flames. They couldn\'t believe that elder martial brother Feng, whom they had always regarded as invincible, would also fail.