Ancient Dragon Spell

However, Qin Feng that squint in the eyes, but mixed with a silk of cold.

No matter how powerful this guy is, he is nothing more than a nine fold cultivation of the true spirit state. He has never been afraid of the nine strong real spirit state masters in the two xiaolongwang mountain villa. He is not afraid of the other side's gold and jade magic arts no matter how powerful.

"Brother tie, forget it!"

Soon, however, he turned his attention to the strange woodcarving.

These objects must have the appearance of thousands of catties, but Yan xiaorou resisted them, and did not even have the slightest gasp and tiredness. Such a relaxed posture made Qin Feng's heart slightly stunned.

Qin Feng's pupil moved slightly.

"What a powerful physical strength!"

Yan xiaorou quickly handed the wood carving to Qin Feng, then quickly wrapped up the things on the stall, and then the petite body picked up these items and ran away.

"By the way, here you are. I have to go back!"

For Yan xiaorou, Qin Feng is more and more curious. The terror and strong perception of each other are beyond Qin Feng's expectation.

"What a keen perception!"

Yan xiaorou looked at Qin Feng curiously again, wrinkled her Qiong nose and said.

"Is it? However, in your body, I feel a terrible breath, which is countless times stronger than that iron lion

Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Hit him? He's a true spiritual realm

This is a very clever question, with an inexplicable flavor in the tone, it seems that Yan xiaorou believes Qin Feng quite well.

Yan xiaorou's pair of big beautiful eyes curiously looks at Qin Feng and asks.

"Little brother, why don't you hit him?"

The iron lion took a cold look again. The girl named Yan xiaorou left with the mysterious woman named Feng Yi.

"Hum..."

Qin Feng smiles irrefutably. After many days of practice and trial, he is extremely peaceful in his heart. Although it is said that the other party is provocative, he is not afraid of the other party, but there is no need to see each other in the same way.

"Ha ha..."

If the two fight, the iron lion one hand is enough to crush Qin Feng.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, this time, it is really the good luck of Qin Feng. After all, the breath of Qin Feng is only six levels of the true spirit state. Compared with the nine levels of the true spirit state of the iron lion, it is not just a big difference.

This tone, arrogant very, as if when Qin Feng is a mole ant general, can let him trample at will in general.

"Boy, don't let me see you again. This time it's in the face of younger martial sister Fengyi. Next time, you will definitely not have such good luck!"

Hearing the mysterious woman's voice, the iron lion's face suddenly changed, and then relieved most of it. Then he looked at Qin Feng with a sneer:

"younger martial sister Fengyi..."

Even though Qin Feng's calmness is amazing, when she hears the mellow and soft voice coming out, she can't help but feel a surge in her heart, and sighs that the woman's voice is really beautiful.

This voice, with a wisp of charm in the breath, let people's heart tremble.

At the time when Qin Feng's sword meaning was slowly to be displayed, suddenly, the mysterious woman with a veil standing behind the lion's body suddenly said.

"Is it really that treasure?"

Caressing the woodcarving carefully, Qin Feng's heart is constantly thinking.

If his conjecture is really correct, then the value of this thing, let alone a thousand taels of silver, can not be exchanged for even tens of billions of gold.