After Luo Yiming finished speaking, he looked nervous and looked at the strange gazes of these people looking at him, and said, "I, did I say something wrong?"

Wang Xiao sighed lightly, walked over, patted his shoulder, and said, "Brother, I didn't see it!"

Landoduo also came over, patted Luo Yiming on the shoulder as if he was pretty, and said, "Brother Yiming, you have a good looks!"

Luo Yiming's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and his expression was a little strange.

Xia Yulian looked at him for a long time before she couldn't help but laugh and said, "If you want to keep showing this kind of IQ, maybe... they will fall in love with you!"

"Damn..." Luo Yiming took several steps back with a vigilant look on his face, looked at Xia Yulian suspiciously, and said carefully: "What are you doing?"

Xia Yulian couldn't help rolling her eyes: "I can't help but praise!"

Wang Xiao also sighed softly: "Oh, the true form will be revealed immediately!"

Landoduo looked at Luo Yiming with a smile and said, "Brother Yiming, keep it!"

Luo Yiming scratched his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "I think why are you so wrong?"

Landodo smiled and said, "You are really wrong!"

"Okay... I also think there is something wrong with me..." Luo Yiming said weakly.

"Let's go!" Wang Xiao glanced at Luo Yiming deeply: "You are right! What's wrong with the evil genius? What's wrong with the Immortal Emperor? If you meet, just do it!"

Luo Yiming suddenly looked happy: "I have thought so long ago. The biggest enemy in this world is not a monster-level genius, nor an immortal emperor, but his own heart!"

This time, Xia Yulian and the other two did not laugh, but nodded seriously.

Xia Yulian said: "The bigger the heart is, the bigger the world is!"

………

Clouds move in all directions, and eight desolates ring together.

Whether it is the indigenous monks from the Jiuzhou Province of the Tiangu Realm or the powerful people from the Immortal Realm, they gathered in the Nanling Mountains of Hezhou in the West!

Everyone wanted to see with their own eyes who was the sacred power of Nanling, and why did he challenge the evil genius of the Immortal Realm.

More people want to wait and see if this time, when the heroes gather together, can they see Xu Luo, who saved Jiuzhou in the legend!

In the True Immortal Academy, the fourth-ranked genius of the seven evil geniuses, Mr. Ling Feng sailed to Nanling, Xihezhou. The chariot he rode along the way, rumbling like muffled thunder rolling by; the light shone everywhere, like the glorious sun.

It is surrounded by various fairyland divine birds and beasts.

There were all young men and women sitting on the divine birds and beasts. They were all like dragons and phoenixes among humans, with blood and energy soaring into the sky.

Everyone avoided everything wherever they passed, with awe on their faces, as if they were sending a respectful gift to the gods!

"Is that Mr. Ling Feng? Among the seven evil geniuses in the True Immortal Academy, Mr. Ling Feng is ranked fourth?"

"The most famous one in the big True Immortal Academy is the seven evil-level geniuses. It was their rise that made the True Immortal Academy rise up in one fell swoop and become the largest university in the entire fairyland."

"Mr. Ling Feng is coming in person, is he going to attack Nanling Power?"

"I believe that, although the Nanling Power is not weak, he defeated General Wucai, what is the identity of Mr. Ling Feng? How could he do it himself?"

Everyone was talking from all directions, with nervous and eager eyes staring at the direction where Young Master Ling Feng was.

Xiaoyue, Yu Lanxuan and others arrived.

Wang Xiao, Xia Yulian and others also arrived.

They were far apart from each other, but at a glance they saw a group of young people from the Immortal Realm Tianxian Academy, not gathered together directly, but signaled each other with their eyes.

There is no need to get together, they are also their own people!

At the same time, this group of people were also looking for it. They wanted to know where Xu Luo was? Did he come?

In the sky, there were darkness, various chariots and warships, colorful runes, and the aura of the great way was filled with.

An extremely powerful event, just like this, suddenly, but not abruptly.

The chariot of Mr. Ling Feng broke into the sky, and others sat in the car, did not appear or speak, but everyone looked at the two chariots with a sense of awe.

Even some older figures from the Immortal Realm couldn't help but look at the chariot with a bit of envious look and said: Young people are terrifying!

At this moment, deep in the South Ridge, a sneer suddenly came from a sneer: "Yeah, are there many people here? Have you all arrived?"

The whole sky was covered with dark crowds, and the originally noisy environment suddenly became silent.

Everyone's eyes instantly looked into the depths of the South Ridge.

Some powerful people shot out divine lights covered with runes in their eyes, wanting to see through this land and find the man.

But there is only one hazy article that they can see in their eyes.

It seemed as if there was a layer of great aura, covered by this mountain ridge, making it impossible for them to see clearly.

"You hurt my followers, smash my treasures, and provoke me. Do you know your guilt?"

A cold sound came out of the silver-white chariot, and the whole sky echoed.

Many monks with slightly weak cultivation even felt dizzy, dizzy, weak legs and panting, and their faces showed a look of horror.

In the past, I only knew that the monster-level genius was very powerful and invincible at the same level, but few people have truly seen it with their own eyes what the monster-level genius would take action.

Today I finally opened my eyes. A monster-level genius doesn’t need to take action. Just based on sound, it is enough to shock the heroes!

To be precise, the colorful general should be the colorful general without the colorful armor. Standing next to the silver-white chariot, he finally felt proud, as if the heroes were afraid of Mr. Ling Feng, but him.

Looking at him, he looked down on all directions, and swept away the depression he had when he came here last time.

"You want to cure me?" The joking voice came deep in the Nanling Mountains.

The sound was not loud, and it seemed that it was not even the sound of the Great Dao. But as soon as this sound came out, the voice of Mr. Ling Feng, which had originally echoed between heaven and earth, was instantly suppressed. Then the entire Nanling began to spread a layer of faint smoke, and under the sunlight, it was as if it was covered with a layer of divine light.

In the sky, everyone's faces changed almost instantly. Although this sound did not make them dizzy, dizzy, weak and panting like the sound made by Young Master Ling Feng, it was as if it was ringing in their spiritual sea of ​​consciousness!

No ears are needed...it is directly conveyed to everyone's heart!

"The powerful Nanling...is indeed well-known!"

"This man's strength is probably close to the Immortal Emperor!"

"This person... is really an indigenous monk from the ancient Tiandi? Why does it feel so unreal?"

"It's strange. If there were really such a powerful force in the ancient Tiananyu Realm, why didn't he appear before when the giants in the restricted area raging Jiuzhou?"

People were talking a lot, and they all became somewhat suspicious of the identity of Nanling Power.

In the sky, a cold snorted from the silver-white chariot, the sound was extremely cold, turning into a straight line and shooting directly into a direction deep in the South Ridge.

The others saw in horror that a silver thread appeared in the void, like a sharp arrow, as fast as light!

This silver-white thread exudes an extremely biting cold air, and wherever it passes, the void around the sky is directly frozen!

The aura emitted made many people who were slightly off feel the pain in their bodies, and they couldn't help but retreat with horror.

A monk from Jiuzhou was relatively close to each other and was slightly slower to retreat. The whole person was instantly frozen into a human-shaped statue by this breath and fell from the void.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the statue fell into pieces!

What's even more terrifying is that he was obviously a frozen monk, but he fell to the ground, but he was like a real ice sculpture... the broken ice was white and transparent, without a trace of blood at all!

In other words, in an instant, the monk's entire body was completely frozen into ice!

Everything on the whole body... has turned into real ice because of the extreme cold!

There was a sound of gasping in the void.

The people who were originally closer retreated one after another, exerting their speed to the extreme and did not dare to delay at all.

The white line ran through thousands of miles and shot directly into the depths of the Nanling Mountains!

No one expected that the contest... has begun from now on!

"What can I show this skill?" A rough voice let out a disdainful sneer in the depths of Nanling.

The white line seemed to suddenly encounter an unpassable wall, and stopped there in an instant. Then, from the depths of the South Ridge, it began to collapse and turned into a blank look. Then, it collapsed like a river breaking through the silver-white chariot.

In the end, a line condensed by white smoke appeared above the Nanling Mountains, emitting endless chills. People who traveled thousands of miles away could feel this terrible chill.

But the Nanling below is still lush and green, covered with a layer of light glow, as if it was not affected at all.

Then, something flew out of the silver-white chariot, looking like an iron rod, dark, three feet long, and the head was not sharp. The body of the iron rod was mottled, almost the same as the iron rod used in the world.

However, as soon as the iron rod flew out, an unstoppable scream came from the mouths of the people around him.

"Spit the God Chin!" An older man widened his eyes on the spot and said in a lost voice: "Is this really a Spit the God Chin?"

"Is this the legendary fourth-grade immortal weapon, the magic spike? Oh my God... This legendary treasure actually appears in this world!"

"Young Master Ling Feng, I'm really angry and want to use the stinging god to kill you!"

"The Nanling Power successfully angered Young Master Ling Feng. When the fourth-grade immortal weapon was released, who would compete with him?"

The monks from Jiuzhou did not recognize this thing, but the people from the fairyland, all seemed to have seen the most incredible thing, staring at them in horror.

After the iron chisel was taken out, it hovered in the air for a moment, then made a deafening buzzing sound, and disappeared into the void with a bang.

The next moment, it appeared directly in a place deep in the South Ridge.

"This... is a little more interesting!" In the deep south ridge, there was still a hint of ridicule in the rough voice, and he didn't take this terrifying treasure seriously at all.

Then, a big hand, carrying a huge bone, smashed it hard at the stinging god drill!

"But... it's not enough!"

Boom!

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Chapter completed!