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Lin Feng chased after the gale people, while walking, while the two disciples were not paying attention, took out the old book from his arms, and tore off a page and threw it on the ground, so as to leave a mark for the pursuit of the Xuanji Houfu. road.

"Master, why are we so sneaking in the back?" Xiao Yu asked in confusion: "Do you go directly to save people?"

Lin Feng said calmly: "They are all in the eyes of the teacher. Now they are not in a hurry to shoot. It is for the teacher to observe and see how your heartfelt will be."

"Look at how he will behave in such an unfavorable danger."

Lin Feng smiled and looked at Xiao Yu: "It is you, the teacher has also carefully observed, if you are still not admitting in the face of adversity, the teacher will not accept you as a disciple."

Xiao Yu also laughed, nodded convincedly, no longer said anything.

Suddenly thought of something, Lin Feng asked: "Small nephew, the monk you met, he can cultivate the anger of the Ming Dynasty?"

Lin Feng’s unmoving Ming Wang is only in the upper part. Although he can practice according to law, he has its limits, and he can’t practice the martial arts of this doorway.

Xiao Yu only wanted Lin Feng to teach him Dafa in a step-by-step manner, so he did not have any suspicion. At this time, he heard Lin Feng ask him and replied: "I am not sure, we alarmed the patrol and soldiers, surrounded the monk. Later, he urged a horrible blue flame to kill."

"Ordinary fire system is made into a mana true fire, all orange-yellow, according to the law of the immovable king, the anger of the king should be pure gold." Xiao Yu doubts and raised the brow: "The monk issued The flame is blue, but his method of cultivation is definitely not moving. Wang is right."

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng concluded that "the monk who practiced the monk is not complete, and it should be missing the most important opening general outline."

The content of the Taoist law is naturally deeper and deeper, but there is a few general outlines of the outlines of Wang Shu at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. It seems to be superficial, but it is actually the basis of the whole Taoism.

Missing these general verses, even if the following Dao is complete, it is easy for people to go in the wrong direction. Even if they are repaired into a whole, they will be crumbling like a castle in the air without a foundation.

Although Lin Feng did not move the second half of the content of Wang Hao, but the first half is completely incomparable, the word is not bad, Xiao Yu is also meticulous in practicing.

The monk’s life-long energy was used to delve into the unspeakable Wang Hao. Naturally, I saw that Xiao Yu’s unimpressed Ming Wang was included in the general text, so he took the shot and took Xiao Yu.

After Xiao Yu listened, he smiled and asked: "Master, I am not sure about the imperceptible Wang Shuo. When did you pass the lower part to me?"

Lin Feng smiled and said: "The greed is not bad, and the existing ones are good to learn."

After sending Xiao Yu, Lin Feng sneered in his heart: "Move my apprentice, grab my practice? Thieves, let's see who grabs the bottom."

The group of the Gale Club apparently lurked in the hinterland for a long time, not only familiar with the nearby terrain, but also buried many concealed piles, with complete retreat routes and plans.

However, Lin Feng kept guiding the way, and their traces were clearly revealed. In less than three days, Xuanji Houfu pursued the soldiers and had already bitten their tails.

Although it has not yet been locked, the chase has been encircled from all directions, blocking the gale in a mountain range and constantly narrowing the encirclement.

Lin Feng, with two apprentices, is becoming more cautious and hides his whereabouts so as not to be caught in the pool.

In the forest, a team of people flew through the line, the first bald-headed old man, the eagle hook nose, the eye sockets deep, like a vulture.

The bald old man suddenly stopped, and everyone behind him stopped at the same time. The old man’s cold eyes looked around for a circle, but nothing was found.

One person behind him whispered, "I am old, but what is wrong?"

His old eyes flashed, silent, and suddenly a white bone flew out of his cuffs.

It seems that the animal's thigh bones are as white as jade, crystal clear, and the bones are so thick at one end that they look like a hoe.

The bones flew into the air, and the wind was long. It was only a foot long. The last change was more than ten meters long. The bucket was thick and thick. A thick suffocating rushed out of the bones. It was shocked that all the creatures in the jungle felt like this. The fear of death.

With a wave of veteran, the bones flew up, and with the whistling sound of the wind and thunder, hit a small hill in the distance.

The "bang" sounded loudly, and the huge mountain peak was directly crushed by the giant bone hammer. Numerous mountain rocks roared down the mountain, and the dust flew to cover the sky.

The bones flew back to the top of the old man's head, and they changed back to the length of the ruler, and the income was in the old sleeves.

Seeing everyone looking at him, the old man snorted: "I always feel that someone is spying, it seems that the old man is suspicious, let's go."

The group returned to the road and disappeared into the dense forest.

On a mountain next to the crushed mountain peak, Lin Feng and his apprentices sighed. After watching the bald old man and his party go away, Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "Is the old ghost, is the base period monk?"

Lin Feng nodded. He didn't worry that he would be discovered. The key is Xiao Yu and Xiao Xiao, and it is easy to expose the line.

"However, even if you have a dew point, it doesn't matter." Lin Feng smiled.

The bald old man does not know, in fact, they are very close to the people of the gale, and the old man will certainly alarm each other.

Sure enough, a moment later, there was a dramatic mana fluctuation in the valley ahead.

Lin Feng three people leaned over and saw a dry river valley, and a group of old people surrounded a gray man in the middle of the battle.

The old bone rod became a ten-meter-long giant stick and swept up and down. With him as the mainstream, all the monks had all kinds of magical skills, and they were fat around the gray man.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Xiao did not look at each other. Qi Qi lowered his voice and said: "Master, the one who wears the gray clothes is the one who intercepted us!"

Lin Feng fixed his eyes, and the gray-clothed man kept a short-cut hair with a hand on his head. There were six shackles on the top of his head, which were faintly visible.

Although he was in a downturn, the man was still calm and relaxed, and the flames of pale blue appeared on his body.

The spell released by the other party, once touched the cyan flame, was immediately burned out. Some people also attacked him with fire spells, but the blue flame was really overbearing, and the red-yellow flame for the fire was burned together as fuel.

A group of people besieged for a long time, and the blue flames of the gray clothes were more and more brave and the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

Only the old bone sticks can pose a threat to the gray coat, and even the blue flame can't resist, forcing the gray coat to be dodged.

While the old man controls the instrument, he speaks and disturbs the mind of the gray coat: "The big monk, those who have the gale will leave you, and it is clear that you are used as cannon fodder. Only you are so stupid, you will believe what they said."

Gray clothes are a bit irritated and angry. After he volunteered to stay behind, he wanted to show his own means. Who knows that he was entangled by his opponents. How can he convince those who are gale?

Huihui said: "After this, you must hold the boy you met that day. If you can make a real anger without anger, why use this kind of effort?"

I was thinking, suddenly a flying sword came from a distance, and when the head turned to the hardships, the blue flame was completely unstoppable.

The sorrows and sorrows, the Jianguang shunned, the Jianguang fell, cut a mountain on the back of Huishou, and even the Qifeng cut off the mountain, the huge hills rolled down, and the rumbling sound of the mountain swayed like an earthquake.

After the mountain fell, the mountain section was as smooth as a mirror. Lin Feng, who was hiding aside, looked slightly frowning: "The strong sword repair, itself is the foundation period, and there is a high-quality flying sword."

A black swordsman appeared in the field, and the gaze of the eyes stared at the bitterness.

Looking hard at the black swordsman, but the attention is not dare to put him alone, the corner of the eye is going in the other direction, and sure enough, the woods slowly pull out a white robe middle-aged, a scholar dressed, but a vast Mana fluctuations, indicating that he is the same as the black swordsman and the old-fashioned base monk.

"I can't think of the embers of the Great Leiyin Temple, and even the gale will be mixed together." The white robe book was amazed, and while looking at the bitterness, he raised his hand and shot a few white lights. The white light flew into the sky and burst into a light. The curtain shrouded the nearby mountains.

Weihuo looked at him coldly, and the white robe scholar smiled: "This neighborhood has been sealed by me, you can't run out."

After all, he and the black-sworded swordsman and the old man, the three-person finished glyphs stand in the middle, and the other training period monks are scattered around.

Lin Feng looked at the frown. The three men’s repairs and wisdom are between the two, one-on-three, and the hardships don’t say that they have escaped. It’s not bad to be able to pull a mat back.

Most likely, even the oysters will be caught.

Lin Feng was thinking, suddenly saw a sullen smile on the face of Hui and suffering a complete disagreement with his family.

The gray-haired monk laughed and said: "You can't run out, it's you." The voice didn't fall, and the hard hands and hands raised, and twenty-four spots flew into the air, forming a wonderful battle.

Lin Feng's face changed slightly. He felt a horrible power fluctuation from that battle. This touched the threat of the soul. He had also felt before in the Golden Age of the Swordsman.

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