Worldly Stunning Blade

Chapter 531 Ling Feng

Everything can only explain that the other party is a holy beast!

Only the enchanting woman in front of her eyes is a holy beast. All the things that happen are traceable. It is no wonder that she is very disdainful to everyone, and she is very indifferent.

However, when Norah-Jones thought so, the enchanting look of the enchanting woman suddenly changed, and it became a fascinating expression. The expression in her eyes showed a strange expression. Immediately, she showed a faint shame. The blush on the face has become particularly eye-catching.

Looking at the enchanting woman's gaze, it is staring at the direction of Ling Feng.

Do they know each other?

Not only is Norah-Jones thinking, but even Dennis and others are similar. If Lingfeng and this holy beast know each other and the relationship is very close, then even if Norah-Jones can break the curtain in front of him, the shame is absolutely lost. Especially following this group of followers of Norah-Jones.

It is completely impossible for them to compete with the Holy Beast. At most, I rely on my own identity, let my hands go down and be afraid of hard. If you really want to be in danger, or if there are people who are more powerful than them, maybe you will be a bird and a beast.

Nora Jones also knows that his own affairs can't rely on these people.

"It's really you." It seems that after seeing the Lingfeng, the enchanting woman, this is a step, just jumped over from the top of the water curtain, and then went to Lingfeng, and said "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Then, looking at the side of Ling Feng, it seems that I am looking for someone, and ultimately. However, he asked Ling Feng: "What about the child?" There is still a sense of fear in the words.

Mitchell first looked at the woman in front of her, and then looked at Ling Feng, and her eyes looked quite awkward. As for the child whom the enchanting woman said, Mitchell didn’t have to think about it and it was Ling Ling. To know that Lingling’s character, if it is not a last resort, will not be separated from Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked at Mitchell and looked at the curious look of Rijkaard. Unable to face the enchanting woman, said: "Bia Suo, how come you come here?" According to Ling Feng's guess, Biasuo should stay in the Dragon Valley, but her territory. It’s good to eat, not to wear.

"I am here to look for it, there is no good thing." The reason for coming here. The look of Biaso seems to suddenly flash a touch of radiance.

Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh, this dragon, for the baby's preference, is really born. but. What can be seen in this singular treasure trading conference, Biaso?

"I guess you are bored and bored, just come here to mess up." Ling Feng could not help but say to Piaso quite interesting. Looking at Bi Yasuo’s eyes is also quite special. For Black Dragon Biaso. Ling Feng didn't know much about it. He just went to a dragon valley and had a battle with her. Most of them were Ling Ling's shot.

Now, even though Yasuo can still recognize Ling Feng at a glance, I am afraid that there are not many people who have met Yasuo during these times, so I will have a deeper impression on Ling Feng. In the Dragon Valley, as long as she does not come out. Few people will go to the swamp in her area.

"It's okay." Bia Soso didn't care that Ling Feng saw her thoughts. At this moment, her face was much less indifferent, but when she faced Mitchell, she still had some hesitation. There seems to be a voice in my heart that is shouting, a little farther away from the woman in front of me.

"If you have to deal with a few people over there, I can help you." Biasuo transferred the topic. Pointed to the Norah-Jones group. As I said, I was squinting.

"Forget it, I will come by myself." Ling Feng smiled faintly. "If you borrow your hands, maybe you will pay me. I can't afford it." Ling Feng was hard to put on a poor, but in my heart, Ling Feng was like a mirror. It was born here by Biasuo, and it must have been attracted by the brilliance of the beads in Mitchell’s hands.

The dragon, for the glittering thing, always has a persistent preference.

"How come...." Biasuo was seen through the wind, and some said awkwardly. Then, I saw a lot of people gathered around, and I couldn’t help but say coldly: "Look what to see, what to do."

For a time, it was a lot of people.

Suddenly, when the onlookers gradually reduced, the Morris’s entourage who had previously touched the curtain of Mitchell’s water curtain was very surprised and painfully called, and the body screamed in a row. Among them, constantly shaking, hands clasped together, constantly groaning, it seems itchy and painful. The skin color on his hands was slightly blue, until it gradually became purple, and his pain was getting more and more intense as the color gradually deepened.

As for his two-handed sword, when he suddenly began to cry for pain, his hands trembled and he lost control. He fell to the ground, and he slammed his hands and swords. A lot of small pieces, the blade made of metal rough stone, like a piece of glass, fell to the ground and smashed.

And because of the hatred of the wind, I want to look at the wind with my own eyes, and the aristocratic children who are close to the water curtain, after seeing the pain of Morris’s entourage, somehow, I want to Take a few steps back.

Only, until this time, it seems that everything is already late.

After they witnessed the pain in the hands of Morris's entourage, their eyes were as painful as being hurt by thousands of needles. Screaming one by one, the voice is no worse than the previous one, and even more!

And their hands were squinting at their own eyes, and the whole person shook his head, until finally they all lie on the ground and began to roll. The gorgeous costumes, as well as the tiny and delicate accessories, are constantly rolling in the body. Already lost the original local glaze.

At this time, the honor of the glory is even better than even civilians.

What is the simple curtain made by Mitchell?

When Nora Jones’s entourage at Morris’s beginnings shouted, she realized the weirdness of the water curtain and immediately let the people who had been in the vicinity go back, and she herself went to a place she felt safer. Ground distance. Ten meters away, standing and setting out the delicate magic wand inserted in the waist, the lower part is a small wooden stick, engraving some patterns of rattan, and the top is a sparkling water blue Colored magic core.

I saw Noah-Jones’s mouth groaning, the magic stick was lifted directly on his chest, and the other hand. It is skillful to do all kinds of strange gestures, dazzling. The magical elements of her body are increasing rapidly. Even if the wind does not magic, but can also feel around Norah-Jones, this time is full of water elements.

Under the command of Norah-Jones. The magic wand gently strokes, and these water elements suddenly form a ground bubble that encloses Mitchell's water curtain in the bubble. Moreover, the space of the bubbles. Still shrinking.

Mitchell looked at Norah-Jones’s move, his mouth faintly smiling, and there was no remedy in his hand.

At this time, let the bubble and edge of Norah-Jones control the narrow curtain to the blue edge, and pierce the promise The magic bubble made by La Jones.

"Hey?" Nora Jones couldn't help but wonder. Her magic is what she knows best. Don't look at the bubbles is very simple. It is also very thin, and compared to some other high-level magic, it is really impossible to see anything special.

But Nora Jones has spent a lot of effort on it.

Just because I don't understand what the water curtains that Mitchell made at random, the bubbles made by Norah-Jones can blend any water elements. Obviously, you can feel the fluctuations of the water elements on the water curtain, but why can't it melt?

Norah-Jones looked at Mitchell's eyes and was full of curiosity.

Maybe, just today. Norah-Jones can witness a form of water element in Xindi. Think of it here. Because of the failure of the magic effect, it suddenly disappeared. Norah-Jones’s face was a little bit frustrated. Just, bowing is thinking fast.

And the few aristocrats who had fallen to the ground and rolled up, stunned when the pain reached an extreme. No matter how bright the magician is, how fast they are to them, how advanced healing can still alleviate their suffering.

"What happened to you?" Ling Feng asked a little curiously.

"Nothing." Mitchell looked at Ling Feng with a gentle and playful look. "Don't they want to see this bead? I will let them see it." said Mitchell. The beads held by the left hand swayed in front of Ling Feng’s eyes. Raised Bia Suo’s mammoth.

It was only because of Mitchell’s words that Biaso was also scrupulous and did not dare to act rashly.

"You mean, this water curtain is related to the energy of the beads?" Ling Feng can clearly feel that this inconspicuous column of beads, after passing Mitchell's hand, exudes unprecedented brilliance. On the side of the beads, there are some magical elements.

It’s just that Ling Feng feels these elements and has nothing to do with the water magic elements.

"Yeah." Mitchell nodded and replied, "Specifically, there are many functions of this bead. However, this curtain is actually made by me alone, and has nothing to do with beads. I just added some of the toxic ingredients contained in the beads to the curtain."

Ling Feng looked at the aristocrats who had fallen to the ground. It turned out to be poisonous. It is no wonder that the nobles died and died. They used the magic of magic to fight for their treatment, and they did not see any effect. The corner of Ling Feng’s mouth gradually revealed a beautiful arc.

"Since the beads are poisonous, then you should take it directly, but be careful." Ling Feng looked at Mitchell and sighed faintly. Although Mitchell knew this bead, naturally, he would know how. To deal with the toxins on the beads. But the concern for Ling Feng, but Mitchell's mood is very different.

"Right, is there any way to relieve their pain?" Ling Feng asked.

"After some time, the pain has passed, just fine." Mitchell shook his head slightly. She didn't have a good way to treat this poison. "However, as long as you don't touch the curtain, don't get too close, there will be no problem. Unless you eat it, you will be in danger."

"It's hard to say. These people just can use these toxins to warn them." Ling Feng looked at the guys who fell to the ground, already ignorant of what they were doing. However, the aristocratic children around them, especially Morris, occasionally dreamed of Ling Feng’s eyes. It is a bit of hatred and some fear.

Hatred, naturally, because Ling Feng makes them ugly; fear is undoubtedly the result of the characteristics of the water curtain.

"Mitchell, take this water curtain." Ling Feng looked at only Norah Jones and Dennis. After carefully looking at the water curtain, the rest of the people are just as afraid as they are, far from the water curtain. However, what they are afraid of is only Mitchell who made the curtain of water. and. And because Mitchell is a woman, in the minds of these young aristocrats, I am afraid that apart from those few people who have fallen to the ground, other members have not been deeply taught.

Followed by Norah-Jones, who are a group of people. Ling Feng not only sighed, the aristocrats on the ancient continent, really can not afford the name of the word 'noble'.

Mitchell waved his hand slightly. The entire curtain disappeared immediately, as if it had never been seen before.

Mitchell’s life with human beings is not long, and naturally he will not consider the problem of killing people who will cause trouble. In the eyes of Mitchell, in addition to the things about Ling Feng, everything else is very casual. I will do whatever I think of, and I will pull it down if I don’t think of it.

The whole person who has no target of life.

Easy and happy. Simple and pure.

of course. The premise is that there must be Ling Feng around her.

Ling Feng couldn't help but watch Mitchell's dust in his face, in this moment. I actually stayed a little. It wasn't until Mitchell's infinitely romantic white glance that Ling Feng came back.

"Hey. We still can't go." When I saw the look of Ling Feng, I couldn't help but mutter something angrily. For Ling Feng's attitude, she can see it clearly. At this time, she was so angry that even the saints such as Norah-Jones did not pay attention to it. Instead, they clashed with Ling Feng.

On the face of Ling Feng, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Of course, I have to go. ... However, it seems that I have to deal with some things before I can go." Ling Feng, while talking, looked at the direction of Norah-Jones.

At this time, Norah-Jones was looking at Mitchell, and with the look of Ling Feng, she did not see that she was thinking about the curtain that Mitchell had just made. A magician who is good at thinking and summarizing, no wonder she will become a saint. Instead, Dennis looked at Ling Feng's eyes, quite unusual colors.

Is he already guessing his identity?

Ling Feng shook his head and did not care. After all, Ling Feng’s name is still quite large. As long as he is a thoughtful person, he will always know that his identity is true, even if Ling Feng wants to hide it. Unless Ling Feng will go to draw a makeup or something. Really like that, it is estimated that it is not a wind.

On the contrary, in addition to Norah-Jones and Dennis, the dozens of bright magicians are still treating a few people lying on the ground, even if the treatment of bright magic is really worse, but it is better than nothing. Other people, looking at the look of the wind, is very exciting.

There are fears, arbitrarily, and hazy, and so on.

Ling Feng is hard to imagine, just a few people, all of them are different expressions, almost all kinds of Facebook. Ling Feng couldn't help but smile and smile toward these people.

However, after seeing Ling Feng’s move, Norah-Jones took a noble aristocratic courtesy to Ling Feng. It was not very cumbersome. On the contrary, it was very elegant, especially for a woman like Norah Jones. Perfectly showing her peerless style.