Chapter 350

The lowest flame grade is fire red, which corresponds to the gas refining period.

Orange is the second boundary, corresponding to the foundation period.

Cyan is the third state, corresponding to the congenital state.

Chen Feng's accomplishments are still in the Qi refining stage, but Zhenyuan and Shenhun are several times as many as those of the same level. With the help of large array and terrain flint, they can barely control the semi blue flame, which is close to the height of the congenital realm.

How terrible is this half blue flame?

Enough to hurt the congenital situation, second kill congenital below!

In the half blue flame floating in the air, the sword fragments in the stone slowly melt into flowing silver liquid.

This process is very slow, because the grade of Qianxing meteorite is very high, and Chen Feng's cultivation is still low. It will take at least two or three days.

One night later, a dozen luxury cars stopped at the foot of Lingwu mountain the next morning.

More than 30 people in different clothes got off the bus one after another and looked to the top of the mountain.

The guard of the Lin family, who is responsible for guarding the entrance of the mountain road, saw the battle and quickly got through the telephone of the villa of the Lin family. He asked Lin Changqing to come forward.

But Lin Changqing is still practicing at the top of Lingwu mountain. Lin Feiyan is the only one in the Lin family. After getting the news, he hurried down.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? "

Lin Feiyan's eyes swept and her pupils tightened when she saw a familiar face in the crowd.

"Tang Long? Are you from the Chen and Bai families in Jincheng? "

She has specially investigated Tang long. Naturally, she has never seen a picture of Tang long.

Seeing that she knew herself, Tang Long turned and nodded slightly.

"Hello, this is Tang long."

Lin Feiyan ignored other people directly. She went over to look at the real man Tang Long and said with a smile, "Mr. Tang has come all the way. Why don't you say hello first, so that we can have a good friendship with the Lin family."

Tang long light way: "redundant social intercourse is unnecessary, I want to go up the mountain to visit Chen Feng, can you make the decision?"

Lin Feiyan glanced at more than 30 people and said, "don't you think you're a little bit much?"

"I mean I, the others have nothing to do with me." Tang Long smile, "you want to stop them, please help yourself, but I, you'd better not stop."

Now he is waiting here, just out of the idea that more is better than less.

If you can get the permission of the Lin family first and then go up the mountain, you can save a lot of trouble.

After all, his identity is a little sensitive, which is easy to arouse the disgust and hostility of the Chinese cultivation world.

Tang Qian almost wiped out his school and even his parents died in the turmoil. The degree of ruthlessness was appalling, and his reputation naturally disappeared.

As an adopted son of Tang qianjue's disciple Jia, he was very adventurous when he came to China. He had been assassinated several times in just two days.

As for whether the killers were sent by the Tang clan, he didn't know and didn't care much, because he killed them all.

"And my husband, Xu Dingtian, also want to go up the mountain to see Chen Feng. Please do me a favor."

A 70 year old man in a gray Chinese tunic stepped out of the crowd and gave Lin Feiyan a smile.

With his last step down, a powerful wind and wave swept out from his feet and roared toward Lin Feiyan.

Xu Dingtian? Master tianbang! When Lin Feiyan realized that the crisis was approaching, she immediately called out the ice blue sword and said, "chop!"

The frost covered the ground, and the sword spirit was vertical and horizontal. The powerful wind and waves released by the old man were chopped by the ice blue sword and blown to both sides, breaking countless flowers and plants along the road.

The old man's eyes brightened, and he stroked his beard and said with a smile, "good, good, little girl. Your swordsmanship is good. Who did you learn from?"

"Dan Huang!" Lin Feiyan holds the sword in her hand, just like a cold palace fairy. She is as clean as snow.

The old man was petrified on the spot.

There was a dead silence.

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