Fantasy: My Disciples Are All Traversers

Chapter 297 The Back of the Trip to the Northern Desolate State!

Chapter 297 The Back Pot of the Trip to the Northern Desolate State!

But Qin Mufeng didn’t do this. He sneered in his heart, his face was at first confused, and then he put on a look of joy, and said, “I wonder what treasures senior can bring out?”

When Du Wei saw this scene, they shook their heads and looked at Qin Mufeng with pity. Some people wanted to remind Qin Mufeng, but they couldn’t help but sighed and closed their mouths when they saw the strength of their team at this time.

A little big sis of the orc wanted to help Qin Mufeng one or two, but it was stopped by Qin Mufeng’s voice transmission. Now he can’t turn his face away. If there is a conflict and break the balance, it is very likely that a big battle will break out and expose himself.

Hearing Qin Mufeng’s voice transmission, the little orc big sis took a deep look at Qin Mufeng, and then told the people around him about it, so that they could feel relieved, and then watched the good show enthusiastically.

Hearing Qin Mufeng’s words, the blood clan powerhouse flashed a look of disdain, and he took out a Mortal weapon in his hand, and said in a gentle voice: “How about I use this Divine Armament for the Blood Essence on your body?”

The murderous intent in Qin Mufeng’s heart was even worse, but he still had to continue to disguise his face. His eyes were burning, staring at the ordinary soldiers in the hands of the blood clan powerhouse, as if he had really seen the Divine Armament weapon.

Qin Mufeng swallowed his saliva, pointed again, and said, “Senior, can you show me the Divine Armament in your hand? I want to try to take advantage of it.”

“Yes.” The blood clan powerhouse is very surprised. The people who were controlled by his own dementing eyes will not have so many problems before. That is really the same, but he didn’t go too deeply, thinking that it might be the reason for this Great Hall. Well, he threw the Zhongfan Pinjian to Qin Mufeng casually.

Qin Mufeng took the “treasure sword” and stroked it cautiously, as if caressing his lover’s cheek, with extremely gentle movements.

It’s just that his Divine Sense spread to every corner of the audience, waiting for the opportunity to give the person in front of him a fatal blow at any time.

As for whether they will be discovered, so many people here almost rely on sound transmission for communication. Divine Sense is very chaotic, coupled with Qin Mufeng’s strength of Divine Sense at this time, and the good concealment before it, let alone The people present can’t detect it, even a strong Shattering Void realm can’t detect it.

Qin Mufeng paid attention to the movement of the front door on the right, suddenly his eyes lit up, and his own opportunity came!

I saw a black figure walked out of the middle door. He was wearing a black robe and a pair of black wings behind him. The darkness on his body was extremely strong. When he saw him, he seemed to see the source of darkness. This person has a dark sacrament. Son of the Dark Wing Race, Samael.

As soon as he walked out, he heard a group of little Big sis of the Orc talking about the blood clan and Qin Mufeng, talking about how the blood clan used its power to overwhelm people and bullied the weak with strength and many other vices.

Samael curled his lips, glanced at Qin Mufeng’s direction, and let out a cold snort from the end of his nose. His voice was not loud, so he obviously didn’t want to be nosy.

However, what surprised everyone was that the blood clan powerhouse standing in front of Qin Mufeng instantly lost his breath, and fell softly.

The corner of Qin Mufeng’s mouth that caught the traces curled up, and then pretending to be sober, he looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the strong blood clan who fell on the ground, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground, backed back in shock with his fingers. Shakingly pointed at the corpse of the strong blood clan in front of him, his voice trembled: “What happened to this senior?”

Norfelet’s figure flashed and appeared next to the strong kinsman. After feeling a moment, he turned his head gloomily, staring at Saman coldly, and asked word by word: “You want to Is there a war?”

If you change to Nofeelt before, you must definitely consider it. Investigate clearly. Now he has just been forced out of space by a darkwing strongman. He didn’t expect that Sameer would kill one of his as soon as he came out. Subordinates, this allowed Nofilote to find a catharsis…

Hearing what Nofelet said, Samael looked dumbfounded, what happened to me, didn’t I just snorted? Is this also wrong?

But he didn’t want to have any disputes here, let alone people didn’t kill themselves, so he explained to Nofilt, “I didn’t kill people, and it has nothing to do with me.”

An orc little Big sis not far away interjected: “Dark creatures are dark creatures. I dare not act. I clearly feel that you are sending out a mental attack.”

In fact, what she said was true. Qin Mufeng’s timing was very accurate, almost at the same time as Samael’s cold snort, and he also deliberately adjusted the direction, revealing a trace of Mental Energy fluctuations, so this pot Samael was determined.

“What else do you want to say?” Nofelet looked at Samael with a sneer.

This time Samael was also on fire. He also just came out of that space and was turned into a dog by a fifth-order demon. He was upset, so he glared at the little Big sis of the orc, and faced Nuo. Fellert said angrily: “Noffelert, if you can find something, I don’t mind fighting with you.” As for the fluctuation of Mental Energy, Samael didn’t explain anything, because he felt it himself. I even thought that Mental Energy was accidentally emitted by me. Why did I have this illusion? It was because just after the battle, a trace of Divine Sense fluctuating and leaking was normal.