The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 942 The Strength of the Spirit King

Just now that person was pointed out by Lord Lingwang with a finger, and then he disappeared. Could this be the strength of the Lingwang?
If it wasn't for the smell of that person still lingering in the air, they would have thought that all of this was their hallucination, and the peddler boss had never appeared.

However, some people in the crowd frowned, because they felt that this ability seemed to exceed the limit of King Ling's strength.

Zhou Zhan, who was lying on Leng Wuyou's shoulder, was also a little stunned. He didn't expect Xiao Qi to grow so fast that he couldn't keep up with him after only going out to practice for a while.

He couldn't help feeling a little discouraged, it seemed that he had to speed up his cultivation, otherwise he might be left far behind by Xiao Qi in the future.

It wasn't until Leng Wuyou and the others left for a long time that the onlookers came back to their senses in a daze. After they recovered their senses, they immediately became excited.

One by one whispered to each other, discussing Leng Wuyou, the Spirit King.

No one noticed that a few people in the crowd quietly left the crowd.

After Leng Wuyou and the others walked out of the crowd, they kept going to a remote place, until an alley appeared in front of her, and she directly led a group of people into it.

As soon as she entered, Leng Wuyou staggered and held on to the wall next to her dangerously, only then did she stabilize her figure, her face turned pale in an instant.

Faced with this sudden change, it frightened all the Nirvana members and Zhou Zhan.

As for Xiaobai, it is connected with Leng Wuyou's mind and soul, and it has long known what its mother is thinking, and it also senses the group of people who are not far behind, secretly poking at it.

Seeing that she was frightening people, she quickly sent a sound transmission, and the group members who received the sound transmission from her head looked at each other, their eyes flashed with excitement.

In the next second, they hurried forward and surrounded Leng Wuyou in unison, and quickly reached out to help her.

Jian Jian walked up to Leng Wuyou, wrinkled his face, and snapped the folding fan in his hand, looking at Leng Wuyou with a look of hatred, like looking at his own ignorant brat.

"Head, didn't I say that taking one pill of that kind can improve your cultivation in a short period of time, but you took so many pills in a row today.

Although it has directly raised your strength to the level of a spirit king, after the effect of the medicine wears off, your body will have a certain period of weakness, and even a trace of spiritual power will not be retained.

You are like this now, even if you are a child, you can be beaten with a fist. "

Although Huo Gang is not smart, he is not a fool. After receiving Jian Jian's gaze, he immediately frowned, and his rough facial features immediately became serious, "Head, what Jian Jian said is good, this time it is You're wrong, obviously we can get rid of those people, you don't have to do that at all."

Although Huo Gang's voice sounded harsh, the concern mixed with it was not hidden at all.

Hearing the concern of these troupe members for his words, Leng Wuyou's cold heart warmed again for a moment.

Although the scene in front of them was directed by themselves, she could tell that the concern in their words was sincere.

Her body was leaning against the wall, and her beautiful face was completely pale. At this moment, she was like a delicate beauty, and her whole body exuded an aura like a glass doll, as if it would break if touched. Falling, people can't help but want to take care of her carefully, and can't bear to speak harshly to her.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, curled her eyes, and raised her hand to comfort everyone, "I'm fine, I'm just a little weak, I'll be fine when I recover."

(End of this chapter)