Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

"I?" Ling Han was slightly surprised, "Why?"

"Because I don't know the group at all, just accidentally revealing my surname, Ling, is your grandson and your grandson. As a result, they are indiscriminate and fight with me." Ling Feifan said, he looked very curious, "Father, How many enemies did you have in the end?"

This question seems to have to be answered for a while.

Ling Han touched his chin and seriously thought about it for a while. He said: "Most of them are against me, and most of them have been killed by me. I will not leave any tail."

Ok, this answer is also slightly domineering.

"Those people didn't say their identity?" asked Ling Han.

"No." Ling Feifan said, then added a sentence, "I also patronized the fight, did not think about asking them."

This fight is very confusing, but there is really the style of the old Ling family, to fight, to accompany, not at all embarrassing.

"Then how do you run this? Want to rescue the soldiers?" asked Ling Han.

"Cure here, safe." Ling Feifan is quite hard.

Ling Han nodded: "If you encounter an invincible person, you don't have to be stubborn, you can run me here."

"Yes." Ling Feifan promised, then sat down and began to heal.

He looked terrible. In fact, he was only a flesh wound, and he recovered in a few days. He went out again. The previous one he thought he had suffered some losses, and naturally he had to go back and collect the account. The old Ling family was not the one who had lost his voice.

Ling Han did not care, as long as Ling Feifan does not encounter the danger of life, he will not shoot.

After a few days, Ling Feifan brought another injury, but his face was a smug smile. Obviously he let the other party hurt even more.

After a few days, the situation is different.

Ling Feifan returned, but when he entered the door, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Two steps Tianzun actually lose consciousness?

Is this a lot of injuries?

Ling Han could not help but reveal a sigh of anger.

If Ling Feifan is fighting against the Frenzy Army, then even if he breaks his hand, he will only feel distressed and not angry. But at the "compatriots", his grandson has been beaten into this appearance, naturally making him angry. .

He swept it with the knowledge of God. His expression was slightly loose. Fortunately, although Ling Feifan was covered with injuries, he did not hurt the foundation. Now it is just a distraction.

It is hard to imagine how Ling Fei’s hard work has gone through.

Ling Han has not yet got up, and he found a group of people coming over and aiming at his stone house.

For so many days, Ling Han has been retreating and practicing. He has never seen anyone here. Therefore, these people are definitely not coming to him, but they are coming to Ling Feifan. It is probably to see Ling Feifan enter here. .

"Ling is extraordinary, don't get out soon!"

Ling Han brow wrinkled, how many years have passed, how has the field battlefield become so chaotic?

In the past, the military discipline was strict, and it was forbidden to fight privately. Offenders would be severely punished. But now, what happened is that they dared to openly hit the door.

"The tortoise turtle, you were not very horizontal before, how are you afraid now?"

"After being afraid, I will roll out three heads, and then say that one hundred times of the last name is the bastard."

"How is it enough for a hundred times, how can it be a thousand times?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Those outside are not laughing, they are mad.

Ling Han just used the gods to swept, and found that only one of the twenty-four people was one step, twenty-two people were two steps, and one person was three steps.

No wonder, Ling Feifan will fight to force, these two steps meet three steps, he is not so enchanting, can not be like a cat, play to exhaustion?

Ling Han's face is very difficult to see. He wants to eliminate the frenzy. If there is no ambition to protect the world, then it can only be ranked second. What he really wants to guard is his family and friends.

Now that his grandson has been so badly made, can he still stand it?

How about killing these bastards? With his current height, what else is there to be scrupulous?

Retreat 10,000 steps, even if he didn't have seven steps to fight, wouldn't he dare to turn his face with seven steps?

He stood up, opened the door and slowly walked out.

"Hey, who is this person?"

"Cut, a pair of chest-like appearances, watching people hate."

"Think who you are!"

Those outside are saying in abundance, to the height of Ling Han’s present, the atmosphere is restrained. If he does not take the initiative to act, who can see his extraordinary except seven steps?

Ling Han’s eyes swept over, and these Tianzuns gave him a sense of familiarity.

He thought about it and suddenly realized that these people were the seeds of life that were extracted from the body, such as the inflammatory and broken mountains, and the seeds preserved in the Yuan Dynasty.

Compared with the unpredictable wind, others are certainly not enough to watch. It has been more than 500 billion years, and this is a step forward, two steps, three steps.

However, the wind is uncertain, but it has been fully cultivated by the five people. The speed of entry is of course faster, and he has indeed got some of the benefits of the previous generation of the world, certainly far beyond his peers.

"Are you hurting my grandson?" he asked faintly.

"That is your grandson?" The people sneered. "How about that, we have to make you a grandson!"

"Good!" Ling Han nodded, these people are quite unreasonable to fight with Ling Feifan, to bully less, now it is a three-step move, Ling Feifan forced to such a field, so that Ling Han is full anger.

He doesn't care why, since you like to use violence, he also uses violence to solve it.

"What, good, want to be my grandson?" Someone laughed.

Hey, Ling Han punched out, this person turned into a blood fog.

Two steps?

It’s just slag.

Suddenly, the scene was quiet and instantly dead.

A two-step, actually hanging like this?

Although they pushed Ling Feifan to the point of disengagement this time, they could not die. Because this is an extraterritorial battlefield, we need everyone to unite and welcome foreign enemies.

Murdering yourself?

No one can afford this bad name.

Can be cold, shot, clean, no hesitation, killing people with a punch, as if it is not a two-step, but a negligible slag.

Oh, this is too daring.

Moreover, a fist hits two steps. What is the concept?

At least three steps of strength!

Everyone naturally fears, for fear of the cold and then killing, and who can compete against them in addition to a three-step process?

"Why, there is no sound now?" Ling Han said faintly.

"You, you are too courageous, dare to kill in the camp!"

"who are you?"

They asked with courage, because the three steps were already standing in front and gave them courage.