Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

"I once heard a legend that our transmission array was destroyed for 3000 years. Many strong people tried to open the transmission array forcibly, but they all failed. In the end, they all disappeared. No one dared to do so in the future, but it has always been said that as long as the strength is strong enough, we can open the transmission array forcibly." Tu Ling said again.

Hearing Tu Ling's words, Ling Feng nodded. He naturally knew this thing, but his own cultivation was not enough. He couldn't open it forcibly. He had to open the transmission array forcibly. At least his strength should reach the middle of the robbery. It seems that this is not an easy way. At least Ling Feng can't do it now.

I want to tell Taiyi that Xiuxian is against the sky. If his strength is not strong, the final end will be ashes, very miserable. Ling Feng shook his head and said, "at least, it can't be used now."

Ling Feng shook his head and said that he didn't expect that someone would destroy the transmission array of the crevice secret place, and Ling Feng also vaguely felt that all these things seemed to be a trap, and he had two hands behind him, pushing himself forward all the time. Including the fact that he's stuck in a crack.

Ling Feng is not in the mood to talk with Tu Ling. He wanted to leave huozong directly, but Tu Ling has always kept Ling Feng and asked Ling Feng to stay for a few more days. He also went to find a way to leave the crevice space. Ling Feng didn't refuse. Since he came, he just had a rest.

But Ling Feng was confused. He felt that Tu Ling was very friendly to him, which made Ling Feng feel very abnormal. It seemed that Tu Ling had something to ask for himself, but he didn't say it and Ling Feng didn't care.

These days, he wanted to know the situation well in huozong. Then, Tu Ling specifically gave his room to Ling Feng. Ling Feng has been closed in his room these days and has not left the top of the mountain.

Finally, Ling Feng felt that he didn't come back from the spirit lost by the mole ants in the peripheral world, so he went out of the customs and strolled around the huozong. All the disciples he met on the way saluted Ling Feng and were very respectful. What happened a few days ago had been spread all over the huozong, both core disciples and external disciples already knew. Moreover, Tu Ling specially asked all the disciples to salute when they saw Ling Feng.

Ling Feng wondered what Tu Ling was thinking, but for Ling Feng, even if Tu Ling had any tricks, he was not afraid. As long as Ling Feng wanted to do it, the whole huozong would become ruins and it was difficult to stop them.

When Ling Feng went to the periphery of huozong, he saw that the whole huozong was hung with red lanterns and happy words. Who wanted to get married? When Ling Feng saw this scene, he was very confused. Then he went forward, looked at a disciple with happy words and asked, "who wants to get married?"

"I've seen your highness emperor. Our young Lord Tu Ming is going to marry Miss Zhao Ling. It's the day after tomorrow. Now the patriarch ordered us to dress up the whole huozong. It's a little strange." when the disciple saw Ling Feng, he quickly replied respectfully.

"Oh, that's it."

Hearing what the disciple said, Ling Feng remembered that Zhao Ling had looked for him before. He also knew that Zhao Ling did not like Tu Ming. Unfortunately, the Zhao family was too small. For the sake of the whole family, Zhao Ling could only marry Tu Ming, which was very helpless for Zhao Ling, but she had no choice but to accept it.

At this time, in a room in the inner yard, Zhao Ling sat there gloomily. She wanted to cry and leave, but there was nothing he could do. Seeing this, Zhao quickly comforted: "Miss, you'd better forget that elder. You can only marry the young master of huozong. You don't know how many women want to marry him. Unfortunately, there is no chance at all. The young master of huozong is good. Don't think about it."

"But I don't have any feelings for the little Lord of huozong." Zhao Ling shook her head and said that the person he had been thinking about was Ling Feng, and the figure lingered in her mind.

"Miss, you know it's impossible. You're going to marry the little Lord of huozong soon. I think you'd better not think more. Don't make the little Lord of huozong unhappy. That's over." old Zhao said faintly. He can't do anything now. He can only comfort Zhao Ling and let him not think more.