C2288 Wargod Descended Warriors in an Uproar
"Alright, I know what you're thinking, so there's no need to say anything else. I'll be going. "Remember to clean everything up." Ling Feng looked at Jiang Tianyi and passed him a porcelain bottle of pill. Then, he left the Spirit Yue Square.0
Ling Feng returned to the city, made a punch at the mall, and then walked towards a small alley. He continuously walked back and forth until he finally arrived at a dead end surrounded by high walls. Ling Feng stopped and turned around with a smile, "Okay, you guys followed me all the way, aren't you tired? "Come out.
Swoosh.
A few figures flashed out, the leader, Ling Feng, had seen them before in Artifact Refining Association. They were the martial cultivator who fought with Feng Xuemin for the white knife back then, and the two people behind him were actually Earth Rank Warriors. The leader of the martial cultivator looked at Ling Feng and said coldly: "You should be that legendary Master Ling from the mortal world. We followed you for a day and also investigated thoroughly, and found out that the white dagger was given to you by Jiang Family, and that Jiang Family, Jiang Tianyi, had someone sell it to Artifact Refining Association. Although some hands were turned between them, they still let me find out that you are Grandmaster Mu, and if you go back with us to refine weapons, we will treat you well, or else …"
Just when he was about to find trouble with Feng Xuemin, he caught up with Jiang Family and attacked the entire Spiritual Martial Sect. This allowed martial cultivator to find evidence that the white dagger was being sold by Jiang Tianyi, but today that Jiang Tianyi had been captured, Ling Feng saved him, he found out that Ling Feng was the so-called Master Ling, so he quickly contacted his sect and sent two Earth Rank experts to help him, then together they grabbed Ling Feng and brought him back to their sect to forge the spirit artifact for them.
"Oh? You want me to go back and refine for you? " Ling Feng looked at them as if he was looking at an idiot.
"Of course, I want you to help us refine weapons at all times, at least once a month. After a few years, all of us in the Ghost sect will have elite magic weapon in our hands, then we can rule over the entire martial cultivator. Hahaha." One of the Earth Rank elders laughed loudly and said.
"Alright, you guys hurry up and scram. I don't want to make a move today." Ling Feng looked at them speechlessly and said.
"Brat, I think you are courting death. You think that just because we don't want to kill you, you will have nothing to be afraid of? If you don't come with us, we'll catch you and kill your family right in front of your eyes. "Hahaha." The leading martial cultivator said arrogantly.
Back then, the Continental Alliance had captured Ling Dongmei, and now, Ling Feng had used one day to sweep across the Continental Alliance. He did not expect that a small martial cultivator would actually dare to threaten Ling Feng, and Ling Feng looked at them coldly as he said: "Originally, I did not want to kill anymore today, but it seems like all of you will die now."
"Then let's see who lets who die first." After saying that, the Grandmaster rushed towards Ling Feng, all the Spirit Qi in his body erupted, and his fist punched towards Ling Feng. Although he was at the peak of the Martial Arts Grandmaster, his fist technique was extremely tyrannical, so even King of Martial Arts would not dare to take it head-on.
"You're seeking death, Primal Chaotic Black Flame Dragon." Ling Feng waved his big hand. He looked very calm, but a bunch of Black Flame s instantly rushed out like a black dragon. The entire space instantly became scorching hot, as if they were deep inside magma.
Before the Martial Arts Grandmaster could even approach Ling Feng, it was already surrounded by the Primal Chaotic Black Flame Dragon. When he saw the Primal Chaotic Black Flame touched his body, it quickly ignited, and before he could even shout, his entire person had already turned into ashes, disappearing without a trace.
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