【One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Three】2 Senior Sister
"Senior brother? Even Lingchang calls him a big brother. Could it be that this person is..."
"That's right, it must be him, the first true disciple of the Spiritual Race today - Linggan!"
"It is said that this person has been cultivating for more than 1,500 years, and his cultivation has broken through to the peak of the sanctuary's fifth-level heaven. Great success."
"What you are talking about is the old yellow calendar. I heard that this Linggan has broken through to the sixth level of the peak of the sanctuary not long ago."
"Linggan has appeared, no matter how powerful this son is, he can't escape."
Han Feng was injured by just a giant palm, and the people had not yet appeared, and many warriors looked in awe.
It is said that this Linggan has already had the experience of killing the peak Jiuzhongtian of the outer sanctuary!
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In the sky, a young man in blue clothes slowly appeared, his eyes did not fluctuate.
But it was this kind of gaze that made the bodies of many warriors icy cold. When their eyes fell on them, they even felt that they were about to die.
"This... this is what Linggan is, it's too powerful, just at a glance, I don't have the courage to fight it."
"The gap is too big, I'm afraid this Linggan only needs to raise his hand slightly, and it's enough to kill me!"
Han Feng staggered to his feet and looked at Linggan's figure in the sky, full of dignity and fear.
It is clear that this person exudes aura that is the sixth level of the peak of the Sanctuary, but this person's threat to Han Feng is even higher than that of the Great Elder of Zhentian Sect!
In front of him, the elder brother of the Spirit Race, Linggan, is a more terrifying existence than the Great Elder of Zhentian Sect.
Linggan's eyes finally fell on Han Feng, and Han Feng couldn't help but feel a chill that was even more terrifying.
Previously, Han Feng only thought that this Linggan was more terrible than the Great Elder of Zhentian Sect, but now Han Feng has a clearer understanding of the gap between the Great Elder of Zhentian Sect and Linggan in front of him.
If Linggan is a tiger, then the Great Elder of Zhentian Sect is a kitten.
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"Your Excellency offended my Spirit Race, do you want to leave like this?" Ling Gan asked lightly.
"What do you want?" Han Feng raised his head and looked at Linggan, not afraid because of Linggan's fear.
Linggan's eyes fluctuated this time: "Sign a slave contract with me and let me use it for four thousand years!"
hiss!
Everyone took a deep breath. The peak of the sanctuary is only four thousand years old. This spirit is to call the opponent to death, unless the opponent breaks through to the small perfection of the sanctuary.
But if the slave contract is really signed, will Linggan give the other party a chance to break through to the Sanctuary Small Perfection Realm?
Han Feng's eyes were cold: "What if I say no?"
"Then die!" Linggan's expression suddenly turned cold, and the entire Holy Spirit City seemed to have entered a severe winter in an instant.
With the support of someone, Lingchang immediately flattered and flew to Linggan's side to reverse right and wrong.
Ji Hong on the ground couldn't help roaring, "You are obviously greedy for women."
"Shut up!" Linggan's icy gaze swept to Ji Hong, Ji Hong fell into an ice cellar, as if his entire body was firmly trapped by an icy poisonous snake.
For a while, Ji Hong was speechless and his body trembled.
Ji Yun smiled wryly, how could she not see this situation, this Linggan may not know that Lingchang is confounding black and white, maybe with Linggan's understanding of Lingchang, he already knew the whole story.
It's just that this Linggan is obviously protecting Lingchang, and no matter what he says, it's useless.
Linggan stretched out his hand, and the small enchantment that Lin Qingshan was in was sucked to Linggan's side, and Linggan said lightly: "The high-level Holy Spirit body is also considered a good qualification. If you join my Spirit Race, you can also become a master of the Sanctuary Small Perfection. If you are If you want, I can choose a master for you, but you must marry me." Lin Qingshan's charm, Rao Shilinggan was also moved for a while.
And Lin Qingshan's high-level Holy Spirit body is not bad, Linggan thinks that Lin Qingshan is worthy of him.
"Dream!" Lin Qingshan was disdainful.
At this time, Lingchang didn't dare to say that Lin Qingshan didn't know how to praise her. It was obvious that Linggan was interested in this woman now, and it should be Linggan not his Lingchang who reprimanded this woman.
Lingchang kept wiping the cold sweat on his head, worried that this woman would wear small shoes for him in the future.
Linggan was not annoyed by Lin Qingshan's refusal, but said lightly, "Is it because of this person below? Then I will kill him. My woman is not someone who can care about her."
"You..." Lin Qingshan was furious. When did she become this guy's woman? At this moment, Lin Qingshan regretted her recklessness even more, causing Han Feng to fall into such a dangerous situation.
It's just that if this happens again next time... Lin Qingshan smiled wryly, I'm afraid that she might be dizzy, this kind of woman is forced to do that kind of thing is her shadow, unless she gets rid of this shadow, she will lose her mind in the future .
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"Death!" Ling Gan faintly spit out a word, and the giant palm fell from the sky again.
The accuracy this time was much better than before. Linggan didn't think Han Feng could escape at all, and Lingchang also showed a smug smile.
"Fusion - Fighting the Heaven-shattering Fist!"
Under the huge palm, Han Feng's roar suddenly came.
A tsunami-like vibrating force surged out crazily, and the whole world seemed to be brought up, constantly trembling, and the space was constantly shattering.
"What!" Lingchang looked horrified, such an attack was no less powerful than the middle stage of the Sanctuary Peak, how could this kid have such a strong strength.
For a while, Lingchang was dripping with cold sweat. If this kid had used such a trick before, his spiritual flame protection would have been broken long ago. If it hadn't been for the timely arrival of Senior Brother Linggan, what would have happened to him...
Lingchang's body trembled suddenly.
This kid really has the ability to kill himself.
Thinking of this, the killing intent in Lingchang's heart was unprecedentedly strong, but when he saw Linggan beside him, Lingchang's mouth twitched.
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There was also a flash of surprise in Linggan's eyes, and Han Feng's outbreak was also beyond Linggan's expectations.
only……
Linggan's eyes returned to calm: "Fighting to the death."
Under the huge palm, Han Feng's face was flushed red, and his veins were bulging.
Han Feng is already considering whether to use the blood-eyed wolf claws, but Han Feng knows that even if he casts the blood-eyed wolf claws, he may not have the possibility of winning.
Linggan is not an ordinary Sanctuary Peak Sixth Layer. Linggan's own combat power is very likely to far exceed the Sanctuary Peak level.
As the first true disciple of the Spirit Clan, Ling Qian not only has a high cultivation base, but his real combat power should be even stronger.
"Linggan, this matter is obviously wrong with Lingchang. Is it too much for you to kill. Do you want to make the outside world think that our spiritual clan are all like Lingchang?"
I don't know when, a voice resounded in the sky, Lin Qingshan's space shattered, and her entire body appeared beside a woman like a teleportation.
This woman looked valiantly and looked at Linggan and the others with dissatisfaction.
"Second...Second Senior Sister?" Lingchang lowered his head, no matter how much he scolded Lingya as a bitch, but when Lingya, the second Spiritual Senior Sister, really appeared, Lingchang didn't have the guts to fight against Lingya.
Seeing this, Linggan no longer oppressed Han Feng, who fell to the ground with a sullen face.
This is the first time that Han Feng has seen the power of the true disciple of the ancient family. The gap between the two sides is so great that he has no ability to resist.
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The first!