Chapter 503 Jagged Master

"Zhao Feng, you are..."

Tie Mo looked at the blue figure standing beside him with a look of surprise and disbelief.

Some spectators in the distance exclaimed.

At the last moment when the vice sect master of Jagged Blood killed Princess Qin, Zhao Feng suddenly intervened, blocking the fatal blow of the dark halo.

A layer of blue water lingered on Zhao Feng's body, like a deep ocean, with ripples and waves on the surface. The dark light wheel slashed into the rippling water current, and the power was buffered and absorbed to the maximum extent, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Zhao Feng, why are you blocking it?

Although Tie Mo had doubts in his heart, he was more surprised by Zhao Feng's strength.

As strong as the Jagged Vice Cult Master, he tried his best to urge the Dark Light Wheel, but he was unable to break through the defense layer formed by Zhao Feng's bloodline power.

Tiemo is confident, the peak of Allah of the same rank, and it is absolutely impossible to face the dark halo of his full blow.

But now this young man did it easily.

"Vice sect master, I owe the wise man of the Six Witches a favor, so I'll let her go this time."

Zhao Feng explained.

Logically speaking, Zhao Feng and Princess Qin were hostile and had irresolvable contradictions.

In the past in the great country of Tianpeng, the two calculated each other, and finally Zhao Feng held Princess Qin in public.

However, after all, there were some reasons for Zhao Feng to make a decision not to kill Princess Qin.

For example, the wise man of the Six Wizards, or the relationship of the Great Elder.

"Forget it, this time, for your sake, this seat will let her go."

The Jagged Vice Cult Master couldn't help shaking his head, sighed, and put away the dark halo.

Let her go again? Again?

Zhao Feng was a little stunned. Could it be that the vice sect master of Jagged Blood had the opportunity to kill Princess Qin before, but for some reason, he didn't kill him?

Princess Qin let out a long sigh of relief, her palace clothes soaked in cold sweat.

"Zhao Feng, I didn't expect you to save my life."

She looked complicated.

Princess Qin originally wanted to cooperate with the three masters of Qinjian Palace to kill Zhao Feng, but she was rescued by Zhao Feng in the end.

"Go away. This is your last chance."

Zhao Feng glanced at Princess Qin in disgust.

From the bottom of his heart, he said that he didn't have any good feelings for Princess Qin, and even had a certain killing intent.

Princess Qin did not dare to stay any longer, and immediately flew away.

"This Princess Qin, since she entered the royal family, has been making waves. Before she grew up, I had several chances to kill her. But later, I didn't kill her for the sake of the six witches and wise men."

Tie Mo's face was calm, and he watched Princess Qin leave.

Zhao Feng suddenly realized, he remembered Jiang Sanfeng said that in order to determine the clue of his own life and death, Tie Mo had consulted the Six Wise Men.

"It's mainly because the sect master, my brother Hong, has a good relationship with the six witches and wise men."

Temo sighed.

Bishop? Orthodox leader.

Zhao Feng's heart moved, but he didn't expect that the relationship between them would be so complicated.

In his mind, he quickly recalled the mysterious red old man who had given him the "Ball of Ice Soul" and "The Remnant of the Nether Eye".

After letting go of Princess Qin.

Zhao Fengxun returned to the underground refining room and took over the work of the Skull Hall Master.

During this period of time, the dark flames enveloped the underground refining room, and no one else could spy on it.

As strong as Tiemo, spiritual consciousness can only barely penetrate into it, almost being backlashed.

"Then behind Zhao Feng, there is some powerful expert, it seems to be a ghost corpse..."

Timo was secretly surprised.

In terms of cultivation, he was not far from the half-step Dan Yuanjing, but he was unable to estimate the mysterious existence in the underground refining room.

He realized that he was increasingly unable to see through the truth of Zhao Feng.

swish

The Wuguang flames in the underground refining room were removed, leaving only Zhao Feng and Master Tiegan.

Zhao Feng continued to take the final step of refining the weapon. Grandmaster Tie Gan had lingering fears.

It didn't take too long, the final step of the refiner was completed

buzz

On Zhao Feng's metal-wrapped arm, there is a silver-blue iron wheel, the edge is as sharp as a blade, and there is a trace of electric light on the surface.

Afterwards, Zhao Feng urged Zhenli, this simplified version of the dark halo, turned into a mechanical arm, slightly larger than an adult arm.

"This simplified version of the dark light wheel incorporates the power of wind and thunder, cutting power, and greatly increased destructive power. Although its rank power is not as good as the full version, there is no doubt that this artifact refining work is more perfect."

Master Tiegan is full of praise.

Tie Mo couldn't help but try two, and said with admiration: "With the smallest true spirit, it can stimulate stronger attack power, and also add the power of wind and thunder. The speed, cutting power, and destructive power are all far from the same level of magic weapon."

Between the words, he has a dash of envy.

If it weren't for his cultivation level reaching the peak of Allah, the simplified version of the Dark Aura is of insufficient grade, and he might even want to offer a deal.

"This new dark halo, I plan to send someone to Hengyun area..."

Zhao Feng expressed his thoughts.

Regarding this matter, Tie Mo took it upon himself with a smile, and let the strong men of the Jagged Sect deliver the Dark Light Wheel to the elders of Xiaoyue Sect.

Zhao Feng handed over the newly refined dark halo, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the things he did when he came to the Tianpeng Kingdom was to refine the dark halo for the master, and now this matter has finally settled.

That night.

Jin Ge Xuelong sedan chair broke through the air from Tiegan Mountain.

In the blood dragon sedan chair, the space is relatively spacious, and both Zhao Feng and Jiang Sanfeng are also inside.

"Zhao Feng, not only did you return to the 6th Continent safely, but you also have such a qualitative leap in strength, I'm really overjoyed.

The Jagged vice hierarch could not help but sigh.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Sanfeng and Die Ye felt the same.

A year ago, Zhao Feng was still a young rookie on the same level as them.

It has only been so long, Zhao Feng's strength has reached the level of being on an equal footing with the Jagged Vice Cult Master.

Besides, Zhao Feng is still the 6th arrogant, belonging to the new generation, it is difficult to predict his future achievements.

During the conversation, the vice sect master of Jagged Blood would inevitably have some curiosity about the "unknown inheritance".

Zhao Feng briefly mentioned the situation of the Purple Saint Relic, but omitted some of the contents of Zhao Yufei's inheritance of the relic space.

"There are three geniuses from the three 'two-star sects' entering the trial in the Purple Saint Ruins? One of them is as high as two and a half stars?"

Even so, the vice hierarch of Jagged Blood was deeply shocked.

What really impressed him was that Zhao Feng was able to survive in this environment and obtain his inheritance.

Regarding his inheritance, Zhao Feng also slightly concealed it, only saying that it came from a certain False God realm powerhouse.

"False God realm, that is a necessary condition for the two-star sect."

In the expression of the Jagged Vice Cult Master, there is only a look of hope.

Even the ordinary False God realm is a distant legend to the Jagged Vice Cult Master and the entire Great Six.

a few days later.

Jin Ge Xuelong sedan chair returned to the helm of the Jagged Sect.

"Vice leader, I have something to send here."

Zhao Feng suddenly opened his mouth and took out a drop of greenish mysterious liquid from a dark green gourd.

The deputy leader's pupils condensed, and he blurted out: "Could it be... life fluid?"

In the green body fluid, there is a strong and pure aura of life, and there is even a trace of the origin of life.

"Yes, this is life fluid."

Zhao Feng smiled.

After sending out this drop of life fluid, Zhao Feng still had the last drop left.

"Life Body Fluid... It's really good, Zhao Feng, I don't even know how to thank you."

The vice sect leader was so excited that he was almost incoherent.

Obviously, life fluid is too important for the vice sect master or the Jagged Sect.

"Sect Leader, with this drop of life fluid, the right to repay the kindness of that sect leader."

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed, a little tentative.

He had long suspected that the mysterious Scarlet Old Man he had seen at the time should be the orthodox leader of the Jagged Sect.

Tie Mo smiled clearly: "Zhao Feng, you guessed right, the one you saw that day was the leader of the Jagged Sect."

Finished.

Tie Mo no longer hesitated, and took Zhao Feng into the underground bedroom deep in the hall.

This is Zhao Feng's second visit to this secret bedroom.

Inside the palace, on a purple-gold bed, lay an old man with red eyebrows.

The red old man's skin was dry, he could hardly feel a trace of vitality, and he was in a state of "suspended death".

"Brother Hong, here I come."

With a look of joy on his face, Tie Mo walked quickly to the bed.

The old man Chi slowly opened his eyes, and a slightly weak voice came: "The current state cannot last too long. If there is no urgent matter, don't disturb me."

The moment the old man opened his eyes, Zhao Feng felt a deep and boundless spiritual aura.

"Brother Hong, look what this is."

Timo laughed loudly and raised his hand gently.

The red old man took a closer look, and in his dark eyes, an astonishing divine light burst out, and he blurted out: "Life fluid"

this moment.

The aura of the red old man was scattered, and a vast and invisible spiritual pressure seemed to permeate the heaven and earth, and faintly resonated with this space.

Zhao Feng has a dull and depressed feeling. Since returning to Qinghua University 6, almost no one can bring him this kind of pressure.

The only people who can bring similar pressure to him are Lu Tianyi and the Skeleton Hall Master who activates the state of the secret technique.

However.

Even these two people, their background seems to be incomparable with this red old man.

During Zhao Feng's stunned time, the old man Chi had already taken the "life fluid".

In the next scene, the shriveled skin, pale and colorless face, and weak aura on the old man's body were all rapidly turning around.

That feeling is like a twilight old man suddenly returning to the light, and it is not a short-term "return to the light", but a real improvement.

"As expected of the legendary life-sustaining holy liquid, the injury to the root of my body has recovered 30% to 40%.

A red light gradually appeared on the face of the red old man, and he was ecstatic.

In this way, the more terrifying the spiritual aura emanating from his body is, the more frightening that the general Allah can only look up.

huh

Suddenly, the sky and the earth roared over the entire Jagged Sect's main rudder, like a tide that covered the sky.

The red old man, like a dried-up sea, breathes and breathes, absorbing the vast vitality and becoming the center of the vortex of the vitality of heaven and earth.

That strong aura, commanding the vitality of all directions, dominates the world

"This realm, could it be..."

Zhao Feng had a sense of insignificance in front of that boundless aura that was like a "sea of ​​vitality".

The powerhouses of the Allah level, who can achieve a small-scale "echoing" of the vitality of the heavens and the earth, stand on the top of the pyramids around the Great 6.

And the realm of this red old man is at a higher level, he seems to be relying on the heaven and earth to become the center of the vast vortex of vitality.

He doesn't need to echo it deliberately, the boundless world's vitality is like a river pouring into the sea, and it is absorbed and absorbed directly by him, which is an almost endless amount.

This kind of artistic conception is qualitatively different from that of the three realms of the real spirit.