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Chapter 142 Zi Xun'er's Bond (Part [-])

Lin Feng received the @ news about Lian Yijian, and quickly switched to the account of Lao Wang next door, and actually staged a double-reed drama in the WeChat red envelope group like this!

"Brother Lian Yijian, it's really not your fault, junior brother, don't get angry..." Lin Feng immediately pretended to be a nice guy.

"Why isn't he here! The ancient hammer is not only the emperor's soldier, but also attracted the scarlet cloud thunder calamity, causing you and my disciples to be seriously injured under the thunder cloud, this matter can't just be left alone!" The ascetic then replied.

Lin Feng switched accounts one after another, talking to himself one after another.

"@环一剑, Fellow Daoist originally had good intentions, but it's a pity that my junior brother doesn't know how to adapt it. How about this, you remove the evil spirit from this thing and give it to my junior brother. Although this thing is not very good, it is useful to my senior brother and son." It's a great benefit... If not, you can send it along with a weapon, of course the rank must not be an emperor's weapon."

"Oh, my junior brother is impulsive and has a bad temper, brother Yijian forgive me!"

Lin Feng chatted directly with Lian Yijian privately with Lao Wang's tuba next door, and gave him an idea.

Without waiting for Lian Yijian to answer, he directly packed a red envelope with the origin of the magic breath and blood energy and sent it out...

After Lian Yijian accepted the red envelope, a series of facial expressions of clasped fists came out, and he hurriedly said: "Thank you, Lao Wang, thank you, Lao Wang!"

As he said that, he even sent a red envelope back!
Congratulations, you have received the red envelope of Lianyijian and obtained a Tiangang Forging Star Hammer.

"Old Wang, the art of refining is not that difficult to understand. I have a hammering method here, fellow Daoist, let's take a look." Lian Yijian felt bitter in his heart. Originally, he had refined the ancient hammer into an emperor's weapon just to sell Lin Feng. Favor, I didn't expect the flattery to be slapped on the horse's leg.

On the other side, Lin Feng boarded the trumpet again after putting away the red envelope.

Sure enough, after a long while, Lian Yijian's two red envelope windows popped up, with a postscript: "Fellow Daoist, please calm down, this matter is definitely a misunderstanding, I have two items here that are right to make amends..."

Congratulations, you have received the red envelope of Lian Yijian, and obtained a spiritual sword of the ninth rank of imperial rank.

Congratulations, you have received the red envelope of Lian Yijian, and you have obtained a source of pure magic breath and blood energy.

"Let's leave this matter at this point, my senior brother taught me a bit, I was really impulsive about this matter..." Lin Feng said to Lian Yijian with the word 'ascetic', and then went offline directly.

"This long sword is of the ninth rank of the imperial rank, and it has not even reached the immortal rank. It seems that this sword is really frightened."

Lin Feng secretly thought that the group of sages of destiny were too afraid of 'that person', looking at the three items in front of him at this moment, he was overjoyed.

However, time is still pressing now, and I don't know when the people from the various clans in the western frontier will be able to find them.

"Don't you want to know about me and the Huofeng Ancient Clan..." Lin Feng was standing under the waterfall, planning when to start using the source of blood energy to improve his cultivation, when a beautiful figure slowly walked into his sight.

Lin Feng stared at Zi Xun'er's twinkling purple eyes, and said lightly: "If you want to talk, I will listen. If you don't want to talk, I won't ask any more questions."

A smile appeared on the corner of Zi Xun'er's mouth, her long purple hair fluttered under the water vapor of the waterfall, it was so beautiful...

She gradually walked to Lin Feng's side, bowed quietly and sat on the smooth stone at Lin Feng's feet, Qianqianyu gently pinched two fingers, picked up a small stone and threw it out vigorously, but it just flew down Not even a single wave was stirred up by the waterfall.

As the stone fell, she picked up another piece with her right hand and threw it out again...

The crisp voice also rang in Lin Feng's ears. She didn't know why she wanted to tell Lin Feng these things. Maybe it was because of the close relationship between the two of them because of the circle of beasts, or she thought Lin Feng was the master. She saw hope, for reasons she couldn't explain herself.

The Huofeng Ancient Clan is a powerful ancient clan with ancient bloodlines in the Great Sacred Lands, even among thousands of clans, they still have a seat.

Zi Xun'er is a member of the Huofeng clan!

Tens of thousands of races compete for glory in the great holy lands, and all the major ancient races have ancient bloodlines that can be called against the sky, and when the strong are born, they are blessed with the blood of the golden fairy. This is the place where the strong are born, far from the West comparable.

Compared with the great holy places, the western frontier is only a tiny place.

However, the major ancient clans have extremely high requirements on the purity of their bloodlines. All clans, male or female, are not allowed to intermarry with other clans.

And Zi Xun'er's father is a member of the Huofeng Ancient Clan, but her mother is just an ordinary person. When she was ten years old, she saw her mother being killed by her father...

This valley was where her family lived and where her mother died.

"It's not ridiculous, he married my mother, but killed her in front of me!" Zi Xun'er's voice was a little choked, her slender body trembled slightly, and her right hand fiercely grabbed a stone on the ground and moved forward Throw it away, but only a handful of white ash is left floating in the wind.

"Throw me to this land in the west, and let me never go back to the great holy lands, don't go back to the ancient Huofeng clan, but I don't want to! I want to kill him with my own hands...Kill him with my own hands!" Zi Xun There was no sobbing, just drops of crystal water slowly falling from the purple eyes, maybe it was the water vapor from the waterfall, or something else.

Lin Feng had already sat beside her at some point. He always thought that it was a great misfortune for him to struggle with his parents since he was a child, but now it seems that it is nothing.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say, he just sighed twice, stroked her slightly twitching back with his right hand, and said, "I will help you..."

Zi Xun'er gradually leaned on his shoulder, the sound of the waterfall impacting became louder and louder, but Lin Feng heard a small sob.

The sound of sobbing became weaker and weaker, and Zi Xun'er's body also stopped shaking, and she fell asleep peacefully just leaning on his shoulder.

Maybe she's tired too these days...

Lin Feng didn't dare to move, and he didn't want to move. He didn't know how the so-called Saintess of the Three Schools persisted until now with such hatred that was enough to drive everyone crazy.

And let her sleep.

This sleep lasted until the third day, and when Lin Feng woke up, Zi Xun'er had already left.

The three disciples also slowly recovered from the fear of the day, and the valley gradually became alive.

"Lin Feng, under the guidance of the ancestors, I built a simple advanced training room. You can try your best to improve your cultivation. Maybe things are not as bad as you imagined. If they find this place after two or three months, you rely on so much The elixir is enough to reach the late stage of the Spiritual Journey Realm, as long as we can use the emperor's soldiers a little at that time... we may not be unable to fight!" Yun Buyu walked towards Lin Feng, with a little excitement in his words.

Lin Feng smiled, nodded and agreed, how could he not understand the forced smile in his words.

Although this place is hidden, once the nearly ten sect kings in the western frontier are dispatched, I am afraid that at most one month will be the limit...

Just relying on dozens of sub-king rank pills in his hand is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

It's just that it's completely different at this time, because the source of blood energy in his hands has been completely purified!
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