History’s Number 1 Founder

Although he often hangs out other people's egg yolks, Lin Feng has always insisted that he is still a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has escaped from the low-level taste, and a good-hearted person.

As a good person, the most basic compassion and compassion must be there.

Although I don't know what the general commander of this Shenwu army is, but once the army breaks into the mountains, the people in this small village will inevitably suffer.

Lin Feng shakes the black cloud flag and directly robs the **** martial school.

The other party's eyes flashed and looked at the dark space in the black cloud flag: "The space-like instrument, or the golden-dan instrument?" Quickly judge the situation, and the Shenwu school will collect the sound crystal spar.

In the face of the black cloud flag's space barrier, he crushed the sound spar, and could not get in touch with the outside world.

Lin Feng was also observing him and found that he was not mad at being unable to connect with others because he was trapped.

Even this martial arts school at this moment, the face expression is a bit relieved and relaxed.

Lin Feng’s heart moved and asked, “What is your name?”

The Shenwu school was calm and self-satisfied: "A certain knife is strong, the former army of the Great Zhoushen Wujun, Zuoying a brigade."

Lin Feng nodded: "Who is the leader of the Shenwu Army who led this time?"

Knife Zhiqiang did not answer this time, just watching Lin Feng quietly.

Lin Feng glanced at him: "Except for your name, any military situation, this seat does not want to get it from your mouth again. Do you mean this?"

Knife Zhi laughed: "The leader is to understand people."

Lin Feng shook his head: "It's a pity that you are not. If you really want to know something, you will sacrifice your soul directly. Do you think you can hide it?"

"Then it depends on whether the leader has this ability." Knife Zhiqiang's face changed slightly, Shen Sheng said.

Lin Feng chuckled: "Do your duty loyally? This seat has been watching you for a long time. You can see that you really don't want to pass the information here to your superiors?"

Knife Zhiqiang suddenly silenced, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Where to go, you think about it." Lin Feng waved his sleeves and went straight out of the black cloud flag.

Lin Feng left, and Zhi Zhiqiang did not mean to fight against chaos. Instead, he sat down directly and looked at the dark void.

Upon seeing it, Lin Feng had a plan in his heart: "It seems that the leading general of the martial arts army, who was leading this time, is so murderous that his own people are worried that he will kill civilian mortals."

"This knife is strong, although there is a sense of discipline in the military, but it is also very own." Lin Feng said: "Zhou Emperor and Xuanji Hou can organize the comprehensions into a military, but after all, it is not true. army."

Seeking self-cultivation in the happy, the nature is in contradiction with the military.

Even if the knife is strong, Lin Feng has absolute control to suppress him, so he is not in the heart, let him live in the black cloud flag.

Lin Feng searched the village for a moment and soon found a gale of the monks who had placed the order.

The trick of knocking the sap is now faintly blue, but Lin Feng is the founder of this set of "teachers", and it is the three words that are fast, accurate and embarrassing.

The other party was only a small monk in the training period, and Lin Feng quietly touched him behind him. He didn’t scream at the first time, so he let a stick fall.

A stick hits the back of the other's head, and then waits for the other person's body to fall down. Lin Feng has swiftly held his body and dragged it into a corner where no one is.

Directly removed the other's storage bag, some scattered items were thrown aside, Lin Feng grabbed a small wooden sword, carefully look at it.

The work of the wooden sword is very delicate, the wood itself is not outstanding, but on the hilt, there is a small spar-sized spar.

Although the body is small and active, the spar is full of brilliance, as if the starry sky in the night is shining.

"Xinghe Sand!" Lin Feng took a deep breath, the small spar inlaid on this wooden sword, turned out to be the Xinghe sand he was looking for.

Although there is only one galaxy sand on the wooden sword, Lin Feng already knows that he is looking for the right place.

If every gale monk has such a wooden sword, only the galaxy sand on these wooden swords is already a considerable amount.

Lin Feng has a more conjecture in his heart.

These wooden swords help the Gale congregation to distinguish the roads in the ancient area of ​​Daze, so that they can walk in the swamps where the dense fog is poisonous and the aura is difficult to play. It is probably not clear.

Instead, these wooden swords point in one direction from beginning to end. That is the sand, the lonely mountain on the sand.

So, what is the working principle of the wooden sword?

Will it be buried here with a huge Xinghe sand vein, the Xinghe sand produced from here, is embedded in the wooden sword, and after the sacred rituals, it produces a strange induction with the veins to guide the orientation of the veins?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng no longer hesitated, and the mana urged to sacrifice the wooden sword.

The wooden sword slid a few turns in midair, then stood still, and the tip of the sword pointed in one direction.

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the tip of the sword. It was at the end of the village, and it was behind Yue Hongyan’s teaching of the village’s juvenile Dafa.

After bypassing the mansion, a pile of rubble was exposed, and the boulders of ten meters long were piled up together like a hill.

Lin Feng turned over the boulders and saw the middle of the rock pile. There was a black hole in the ground.

Entering the pothole, Lin Feng's brow suddenly wrinkled.

In the pothole, the aura was extremely pure, which made Lin Feng, who had been in Daze in the ancient domain for a month, somewhat uncomfortable.

But this is not a good thing. The aura of miscellaneousness is suddenly pure, not just a strange treasure or a stone vein.

It is only possible that a certain comprehension can be shot, or someone can lay a strong circle here, and the original aura can be pure and regular.

These two situations, no matter which one, are not good news for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng raised his vigilance and went down the tunnel.

After a while, my eyes suddenly opened up.

A pale golden sand dune appeared in front of Lin Feng, and countless sands flashed with golden brilliance, which was extremely dazzling.

Below the dunes, a piece of sand was divided by several streams, the water flowing quietly, and the sound of the water with a strange rhythm made people feel relaxed and happy.

However, Lin Feng is more and more alert. These water flows seem to be chaotic, dividing the golden sand into sevens and eights, but they faintly form a huge spell.

It is this spell that constitutes a mysterious circle that makes the aura in the pothole pure.

Lin Feng looked at the top of the dune, sitting there with a man.

It was a white young man. He looked very weak and pale. Even if he was sitting there, there was cold sweat on his forehead.

But Lin Feng did not dare to look down on his thoughts.

Even though the white youth looked as weak as a serious illness, Lin Feng could not see his cultivation.

At the same time, Lin Feng can vaguely feel that the white youth has a close relationship with the golden sand dunes under him and the water flow.

Being able to control such a huge array of laws will naturally not be an ordinary person who has not practiced.

However, Lin Feng can't see through his cultivation. There is only one possibility. The actual cultivation of this white youth is far above the front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng thought about this, the white youth suddenly spoke up.

"Day of the Great Zhou? Can you sneak into here, Yue Hongyan, they are more and more slack."

After all, the white youth coughed, and the sand under the foot of Lin Feng slammed.