Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Some people in the place did not expect that at this time there would be someone who would have a relationship with Ling Feng. We must know that they are well-funded and there are tens of thousands of people. The perfect situation is that they must win. Even if Ling Feng is so powerful, after all, it is a person. Even if the ant is an elephant, he can take him. Exhausted, this time someone was standing on the side of Ling Feng, is it too long?

“Strong brother, you…” Beard Ming is also awkward. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the fun, but now it’s a sneak peek, but it’s a bit wrong. The side of Cangyu Long and Jiang mechanics is also unexpected, said: “Strong brother, this is not a joke, come back soon!”

Hong Dali can understand the characters without words, especially his moves and write them out. This is a good mobile cheat. Nobody wants to die here. It’s a time to know Hong Dali’s magic. I calm down and plan to wait and see.

“This little brother is a big breath,” Ling Feng looked at Hong Dali, but he didn’t get angry. He just looked at towards the wisdom of Goddess. He was surprised. His eyes also felt that the wisdom of Goddess was just a lifetime. However, after the Heavenly King after all is Tian Jun, after a little surprised, said with a slight smile: “Is it a little brother to know our founder?”

The Wushen Palace was created by Yun Qingfeng, but the real fame is indeed the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, Ling Feng Guan Tang is really called the founder, and it is correct.

Most of the people in the name of Tang Zhen knew that it was the first master of contemporary times thousands of years ago. The achievements have never been the best, but according to the time, this Hong Dali can’t be related to Tang Zhen.

“Hey, this thing is more complicated, but what.” Hong Dali squeezing his eyes and whispering: “But I did see him, oh.”

“Oh?” Hong Dali’s voice is extremely small. After listening to Ling Feng, I didn’t ask much, just a sigh. Then said: “It’s a bit interesting, or you, then you stand behind me, lest you stay injured.” In front of the more than 10,000 Jianghu, it seems that he is not in his eyes.

He settled in Hong Dali and stepped forward. He said, “You still have any nonsense, even if you don’t have it, this Ling has always hated trouble.”

“Amitabha. Good and good. The Lord is not free and easy. Even though the old man is not talented, it is also like the lingering lord. This is just a mouth-to-mouth effort, which makes people upset. It is better to let the old man throw bricks and lead the jade. I don’t know what to do with Ling’s idea?”

This person who speaks is a Great Buddhist Monk with nine rings on his head. The white eyebrows almost hang to the corners of the mouth, and a string of deep red wooden beads between the necks is full of kindness. A sentimental style. And he is one of the few two or three people who have not been beaten by the wind.

Lingfeng looked towards this Great Buddhist Monk, slightly nodded, expressing praise, said with a smile: “Master understands people. Master’s eyebrows have reached the lips, and the realm of the meditation practice is also very high. I don’t know Baolai. Who is your Master?”

Great Buddhist Monk has a single hand, and the rush is a popular ceremony. “Amitabha is the teacher. This poor monk is the first teacher. The law is round.”

Ling Feng “Well” and said: “The character of Bora Master. This Ling has always been admired.”

The round went out again and said: “Many thanks Ling Shizhu praised.”

Ling Feng continued: “The round master is the discipline of the Bora Master. That this Ling and the Master hands-on, it is a bit bully.” Said Ling Feng stretched his feet and drew a circle on the ground, slowly stood in, said with a smile : “Today, this Ling will let the Master have one hand. As long as the Master can push this Ling out of this circle, then this Ling is defeated, how?”

The painting of his painting is casually, but on this hard granite floor, there is a deep mark left around, a stone powder around, a person in the field sees, all sucked in a breath of cold air.

After destroying the Master, I once again read “Amitabha” and said: “The monk is happy thanks to Ling Shi’s master, and he is careful.”

In a word, the Master destroys the Inner Strength, and the eyes and eyes are full of neon light. It is the eighth volume of the meditation of the meditation, and the right palm draws a semicircle. The rushing “hu” in the circle hits a palm, and the surrounding Inner Strength swells. A palm stroke almost tears the air, leaving a huge palm print in the air.

The palm of the hand is gone, the round is stepped forward, and the right palm is a semicircle. This second palm force is faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces are combined to form a larger palm print. wind!

This is a very powerful trick in the treasure of the Zen Bud, called the neon stacking palm, each superimposed one palm can double the formidable power, and the two palms overlap each other, which is equivalent to two When the round is destroyed, the wind is attacked, and the formidable power is strong, so don’t think too much.

Seeing that a huge palm print hits the wind, suddenly Hong Dali gently opens, saying: “The circle is lost.”

As if in the words of Hong Dali, at the same time, Ling Feng moved.

The entire Wushen Palace stone platform square was quietly quiet.

Everyone can only see the movement of Tianjun Lingfeng as if it is slow to the extreme, and every subtle movement on the body.

Includes clothing corners. Includes every hair. It even includes a pair of electric eyes that Ling Feng slightly picked up.

Ling Feng left hand behind him, the right hand slowly lifted up, aiming at the center of the circle and the palm print, and gently pointed it down.

Inner Strength is stirring.

The huge palm print is in front of Ling Feng, and it is hard to enter.

“Hey.”

A slight sound like a blistered sound, huge, informable power, infinite, neon, and palm prints turned out to be like that, strangely disappearing into the air.

The round madness stepped back, the complexion turned white, and a hint of red blood ran down the corner of the mouth.

Ling Feng completely motionless.

Some people in the whole place can hardly believe their eyes.

In the presence of nearly 10,000 people, at least the top ten of the Master of the World, in the case of Ling Feng let him a hand, still failed to pick up a move, lost and injured.

Hong Dali nodded and said, “Oh, it really is this trick.” Before the scene of Tang Zhen and Monster Race, the scene of Hong Dali was seen, the scene is similar to this, except that formidable power is not the same day. And the language is gone.

A trick to defeat the circle, Ling Feng turned his head and looked at Hong Dali, strangely said: “Do you really have seen Tang Zhenzu?”

“Well, let’s just say,” Hong Dali smiled and nodded, saying: “Tang brother has a good relationship with me, and also passed me a set of cultivation technique, called “Great Desolate Blood Emperor”, but I didn’t Practice, hehe…”

Hong Dali said this, the audience suddenly lost!