Chapter 2011： : Reflow feather

Flowing feathers fairyland! This place, which has been around for decades, is still located in the Beihai Xianyu area, but it is not on the northern fairyland of Beihai Xianyu, but an independent island continent. ★ watch ★ most ★ new ★ chapter ★ section ★ hundred ★ degrees ★ search ★ chase ★ book ★ help ★

Although it can only be regarded as an island in Xianhai, the size of the area is comparable to the sum of dozens of continents.

"Feng brother, Flowing Fairy Island is here."

Ren Yu, who is on duty today, said that the voice of the phonetic notes, Ren Yu, is also a member of the front.

At the beginning, he refining the essence of Shura given by Mu Feng, and he had already produced the blood of Shura, and naturally became the Shura.

Rumble...!

Mu Feng's practice room opened, Mu Feng walked out of his cabin, and Yaochuan and others followed suit. Thirty-one people came outside the cabin, and Mu Feng took over the empty boat.

"Flower feather fairyland, I finally came back."

Mu Feng looked at the vast land of this side, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

This time he came back naturally to solve some grudges.

At the time of the world, one of the Eight Immortals of the Flowing Fairy Palace, the Crow in order to seize him, even killed the hundreds of thousands of people of the Tianfeng dynasty. This hatred, Mu Feng could not retaliate.

"Mu Feng, my master is not interested in dealing with the Shura. He was once favored by the feather clan, and the Yuren commanded him to execute."

At this time, Feng Lintian said, pleading for the Emperor.

After all, Liu Yuxian is the master of his master, and he is also very good to him. Feng Lintian still has a mentoring affair.

"Do not worry, as long as he is not too confused, I will not kill him."

Mu Feng promised.

"Feng brother, go directly to the stream of fairy palace?"

Yaochuan asked.

"Ok."

Mu Feng nodded, and everyone turned into a horrible stream of light. The speed was fast and the distance was a thousand miles away. He rushed to the flow of the state capital, the flow of feathers.

Flowing Yuzhou Prefecture, Flowing Feather Palace.

This month, it happened to be a small ratio of the flow of feathers in the centuries, and once in a hundred years.

Anyone who has been selected by Xiaobi can join the Shuyu Xiangong practice.

In the stream feather fairy city, on the Xianwutai, countless young masters in the realm of robbery are fighting and constantly eliminating their opponents.

Nearly 10,000 people have become a group, and there are even monks of the Yu people.

A white robes of the stream feather fairy Emperor sitting on a dragon chair, watching many young robbers fighting, knocking out their opponents.

After the Emperor of the Flow, Emperor Orlano sat next to the stream feathers.

There are also eight seats below, which are the eight great kings under the stream of Emperor Yu, who is a middle-aged man in black and is a king of the crows.

This small ratio is also a test between the eight states.

On the Xianwu field, the young man with the eight wings is so powerful that he is comparable to the strong man of the five-royal wonderland, pressing the young geniuses of other states, constantly defeating the opponents and robbing each other's fighting spirit.

The fighting on him has reached a thousand feet, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the first time this year's small ratio is not the same as Orr."

After the flow of feathers, Orlano laughed.

"Well, this is the blood of the Orion Day, and the magical powers are also spiritual and spiritual. The people who transcend his two realms are not his opponents. It is indeed a talent."

Liu Yu Xiandi smiled.

His brow wrinkled, and suddenly remembered a person, Orr Fengqing, this big brother of Orr, if he did not die, I am afraid that it is also a strong man of Xianjun.

When I think of Orion, the Japanese singer, I can't help but think of Mu Feng. The young man once was a glimpse of the centennial palace in the fairy feather palace. Unfortunately, he is a Shura.

"The blood of Orr's Day is not weak. His older brother, in the future, is expected to go to the clan to build."

Orta’s current patriarch, Orte laughed.

"But unfortunately it was killed by the kid."

At this time, the King of the Crow is a strange laughter. The person he refers to is naturally Mu Feng.

Orte's face sank, remembering the kid, his face was all killing.

"Oh, I am afraid that the little beast should not appear in the fairy feathers, otherwise I will definitely want him to die without a place of burial!"

Orte's face was cold and cold.

boom!

At this time, the eight-winged blood of the Orle Day war is as high as a thousand, has reached the apex, shining the audience.

This is bigger than the first person.

"it is good!"

The feathers of the Orr family are cheering and cheering.

Orr-Feng Day enjoys the feeling of countless people worshipping, and this inner vanity satisfaction makes him intoxicated.

"Orr is too strong and has a lot of battles. This is rarely seen in the history of Darby."

"Yeah, but this can't help but remind me of the last session. That Mu Feng is awesome. I am killing Orho, the eldest brother of Orf."

"Mu Feng, hey, that name is a taboo."

Countless people were amazed, and some people remembered the most dazzling Mu Feng in the last hundred years.

Olfurt heard these voices, and his mouth was a little disdainful. Mu Feng, the name he often heard, he only hated that he had been born for decades, and at the beginning he did not catch up with the one-year palace, otherwise How could it make that Mu Feng pressured his family of the Orr family.

"Mu Feng, if I let him and him the same era, I will definitely make him a dog!"

Orr was cold and cold.

"A month of hard work, thousands of disciples have finally been selected, the first, Orr is the day!"

At this time, a Xianjun strongman who presided over Dabi was vocal.

"Orr Day! Orr's Day!"

The audience cheered on Orr.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be so lively. How about Mu Feng coming to join in the fun?"

At this time, a glimmer of light was almost instantaneous, only to hear a pleasant laugh.

Thirty figures, the convergence of the atmosphere appeared on Xianwutai.

Everyone was shocked and looked at the group of young people who suddenly appeared.

The head of the person hits the white robes, the waist is golden silk jade belt, the face is beautiful, and there is another arrogant emperor in the eyebrows. The silver long hair rises with the wind, and the corner of the mouth is ridiculously smiling. Octagon cyclamen.

"Then, who is that person? I dare to sneak into the palace!"

"Wait, good-looking... He is, he is, he is Mu Feng, Mu Feng, he is Mu Feng!"

"It's Mu Feng, this guy, this guy is coming back!"

"Great courage, he even dared to come to the 羽流羽宫会!"

"Mu Feng!"

The scorpion king scorpion squashed, and when he saw Mu Feng suddenly got up, his eyes stared at death, and a terrible murderous swept out.

Despite the past few decades, he has not forgotten the humiliation that Mu Feng brought to him.

"Mu Feng, this kid, actually came back!"

The stream feather fairy is also a look of horror, and the fairy thoughts swept across the square. However, the original Ouyang Qingshan and others were not found.