Chapter 1849

The sword sings and the Dragon roars!

The whole clay is full of endless sword Qi, which seems to tear the sky and cut the sky.

The terrible sound of the dragon's chant, which can be felt even outside the clay.

Xiaobai and Ling tremble with fright. The dragon has natural restraint on them. The suppression of their blood makes them unable to look up.

Two monsters with the color of panic, looking at a black hole floating in the void, Ye Feng is refining two top-quality artifact in it.

Thunder and lightning fell on the body of the sword of futu and the sword of killing. Before reaching the sacred weapon, they began to bear the thunder.

"The flame fruit of the earth's core!"

"Purple flame ice crystal!"

If you take out any treasure like Ye Feng, it will attract countless people's looting. Ye Feng killed Lengfeng, and with the black and red double evils, they have as many terrible resources.

Absorbing the two treasures, the sword body or the floating butcher changes again, and a sacred breath appears. This is the fitting point between the artifact and the sacred artifact.

The realm is still an artifact, but the breath it sends out has the taste of a holy instrument.

The cauldron was shaped for two years, and it was not even a God for one hundred years.

No one knows what the material of the nine prison magic cauldron is. It seems that it was born, not a thing of heaven and earth.

With the rising of Ye Feng's realm, the power of the nine prison magic tripod becomes stronger and stronger. The whole tripod body is full of numerous prohibitions, as if it has branded the lines that are not in this world, which is very terrible.

Each grain appears extremely ferocious, like a creeping monster, trying to break free from the shackles of the magic tripod.

Futu suddenly cools down, and there is no wave. When it takes shape, the dragon clan suddenly shakes. Many real dragons open their eyes and feel a palpitating power awakening.

"Who is refining the Dragon treasure?"

In ancient times, it was a treasure of the dragon people. Fighting with the Buddha, it didn't know where it fell, but now it has awakened.

The same is true for Buddhists. Suddenly many Buddhists opened their eyes and felt the power of the Buddha. When they fought with the Dragon King, the treasure of the Buddhists was lost.

Now these two kinds of breath have appeared, representing the treasures of the dragon and the Buddha.

"Take it!"

Futu returns to Ye Feng's hand, and his divine sense penetrates into it. Ye Feng is surprised. A dragon floats in the depth of futu, which is the real dragon.

I didn't expect that the spirit of the floating butcher turned into Jackie Chan.

The body of the instrument is a kind of Buddha, which is full of the light of the Buddha. With the combination of dragon and Buddha, Ye Feng creates a new artifact.

All of a sudden, the sword of killing turns into a figure. A middle-aged man looks very evil and doesn't adapt to it. He didn't turn into a human figure at that time. After following Ye Feng, he finally reaches this height.

"Ye Feng, we finally meet!"

This is the business of Ye Fengzhong. Of course, we have to do it for others. September villa is just a second rate villa, not as good as Qingyu college.

Ye Feng didn't rush in. Instead, he walked around the villa and saw a young man sitting on a bluestone in the back mountain, with grass in his mouth.

Just as he was about to inquire, three or five young people came from a distance and walked towards the man sitting on the bluestone.

"Zhang Xiang, what are you doing sitting here? A lot of garbage in the yard has not been cleaned up. Get back to me now!"

One of them gave a sharp drink, and the young man sitting on the bluestone showed a trace of disgust on his face. He hated these people very much.

"Child towel, I have cleaned up the garbage. What are you going to do again?"

The man who asked Zhang Xiang to stand up, his face slightly showed a trace of anger. These people have been making trouble for him for more than a day or two.

"Bah!"

The child towel vomited a mouthful of phlegm to the ground, very disgusting.

"Do you see it? Now it's dirty again. Clean it up quickly!"

Several other people burst out laughing one after another to make Zhang Xiang kneel down to clean up the thick phlegm, which is an insult.

"You..."

Zhang Xiang can't see that they are deliberately making trouble for themselves. They have been at the September villa for several months. They clean up the garbage every day. It's nice to say that the villa leader and his father are brothers.

When he learned that his father was dead, he immediately changed his face and used him as a servant, even more humiliating.

At that time, Zhang Xiang's father accidentally saved the life of the Lord of September. At that time, the Lord of September was an expert in the divine realm. How could he see Zhang Ming in the divine realm.

Because they were saving lives, they simply bowed to each other. The Zhangming family was destroyed overnight. In desperation, they sent Zhang Xiang here to be taken care of by their brothers.

If Zhang Ming is still alive, he will be very sad that his son has been treated like this.

"Get down on your knees and eat it, or you will feel better today."These people have taken bullying Zhang Xiang as a kind of fun and come here every day.

"You deceive too much!"

Their unreasonable demands made Zhang Xiang very angry. If he had not believed that his father would come to pick him up, he would have left the September villa.

This wait is nearly half a year, and there is no news from his father. Even though everyone tells himself that your father will not come, Zhang Xiang still chooses to wait.

"You are right. We are just deceiving people too much. As an outsider, you should do some chores. September villa doesn't raise waste or useless people."

Several people face cold down, step by step toward Zhang Xiang walked in the past, a word not to start.

And before there was no less hands, Zhang Xiang has obvious scars on his face, it is estimated that he was bullied by them not once or twice.

"Go and hold him down for me, and let him eat it for me!"

The child towel is five big three thick, a face of arrogant color, order behind a few people, let them catch Zhang Xiang, force him to eat the sputum.

Ye Feng quietly watching, did not expect to see this scene, if Zhang Ming is still alive, do not know how to feel, entrusted his son to his best friend, in exchange for such an outcome.

Looking at several people coming, Zhang Xiang retreated step by step. He was just a low-level God King. Where was their opponent, he quickly retreated to the edge of the cliff.

"Chatter Little bastard, please do as you please. Let's have fun today, so that we won't suffer less from skin and flesh. "

Three young people with a bad smile, step by step close, Zhang Xiang face more and more ugly, step back, is the cliff.

The low-level God King can't fly. Once he falls down, he will die.

"Even if I die today, I won't give in. You don't want me to submit."

If Zhang Xiang is a coward, Ye Feng will at most save him and finally give him some resources to let him live and die on his own.

But now is different, Ye Feng saw a clank iron bone, is definitely that kind of rather than bend character, Ye Feng needs such a person.

"You're right. You'd rather die than yield. What's the most important thing for a warrior is spirit. If you lose spirit, you lose faith and soul!"

Ye Feng suddenly appeared and walked out slowly.

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