Text Chapter 694 Storm

"Gang leader, what should we do? Should we just let it go?"

Finally, an old man stood up and asked tentatively.

Zhao Kun's face was gloomy and gloomy. He looked at the two corpses on the ground and said coldly: "Go and send the corpses of Mr. Du and the two to Feihu City. Just say that they were killed."

Hearing this, all the disciples trembled, and the old man showed surprise: "Don't worry, Gang Leader, I know what to do."

"Go ahead, once this matter is done, you will be the manager from now on." Zhao Kun said calmly.

"Yes! I'll do it right now!"

The old man was overjoyed. He quickly called his disciples, carefully placed the bodies of Director Du and the two, and then quickly sent them to Feihu City.

He knew that the gang leader must be afraid of the mysterious boy when he did this. People who can make the gang leader afraid are either experts or have special status.

In short, the mysterious boy is not easy to mess with.

And the Qinglang Gang couldn't bear this tone, so they decided to let Feihu City take action.

Because General Manager Du is the younger brother of the city lord of Feihu City, the death of General Manager Du will definitely make the city lord of Feihu City furious.

That was a more powerful warrior than Zhao Kun, a true venerable!

Lin Xuan didn't know the little moves of the Green Wolf Gang. At this moment, he had left Duanshan City and set off according to the instructions on the bloody map.

I have to say that the map Zhao Kun gave was very detailed, at least more detailed than the one he bought.

He found the fastest road, used his skills, and hurried on.

The place where Lin Xuan is located is still on the edge of the blood domain, so there are relatively few cities. Looking from a distance, it is an endless dark red.

Half a day later, he suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

Due to the perfect artistic conception of wind, Lin Xuan was extremely sensitive to the flow of wind around him. At this moment, he felt extremely unusual wind fluctuations in front of him.

This breath is very strong, very violent, and definitely not an ordinary wind.

Soon, Lin Xuan saw red mist blowing from the horizon ahead, like a sea of ​​blood, rushing endlessly.

It was accompanied by the ghost's roar, which was very harsh.

"This is... a storm!"

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, he had never seen such a powerful storm.

The red storm was very fast and was already nearby in the blink of an eye.

Strong winds swept through, uprooting trees and sending countless amounts of dust flying into the sky.

Like dragon-colored dragons, roaring ferociously in the sky.

The sky roared, as if it was being torn open, with red cracks appearing, and the terrifying power of wind swept across all directions, destroying everything.

In this case, escape is impossible.

Ordinary warriors can only pray when encountering a red storm, but Lin Xuan is different. He possesses the artistic conception of the wind of Dzogchen and is extremely powerful.

The next moment, green air currents swayed around him, lifting his body up like a dream, erratic.

With this artistic conception of wind, the impact of the red storm was indeed less. Lin Xuan drifted with the red storm, looking at the raging storm, and suddenly felt enlightened in his heart.

It has been a long time since he reached the Great Perfection of the Wind Concept, but he has not yet reached the stage of Wind Soul. He knows that this kind of thing cannot be rushed.

Unlike the Sword Soul, the artistic conception of the wind is completely understood by him alone. There is no shortcut, so the speed is not as fast as the sword intention.

But now, facing the red storm in the sky, he suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.

This process is very short, only a moment, but it is enough.

Because he has a direction, he knows the future path of the artistic conception of the wind.

As long as he studies more, it won't take long for him to condense into a wind soul.

The wind gradually died down, and the red storm was like a giant beast, coming and going quickly.

Soon, it completely disappeared from this area and rushed to other places.

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, summoned the dark red dragon and asked him to protect the law.

"Damn it, boy are you a monster!" The dark red dragon was dissatisfied. He could realize it even while he was on the road. Are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?

Although the Dark Red Dragon was dissatisfied, he still set up a defensive formation.

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, constantly deducing and recalling the situation of the red storm in his mind, and carefully comprehending it.

He felt that his understanding of the artistic conception of wind had deepened a lot. At the same time, he created a strong wind style based on his understanding of the scene just now.

With a wave of his palm, strong winds whipped up, torrential waves rolled, and terrifying sounds arose, as if the red storm had reappeared.

The earth cracked, trees flew upside down and turned into powder in the air, and the distant mountains exploded, unable to withstand the force.

This palm is very similar to the red storm, full of violent and destructive aura.

"Ah! Help, the red storm is coming again!"

In the distance, a cry of exclamation sounded, very miserable and desperate.

After hearing this, Lin Xuan looked surprised. He waved his hand to put away the move, and at the same time, his body swayed and he ran towards the place where the sound came from.

The red storm was very terrifying, and the place it passed was severely damaged. The earth cracked, cracks spread, and rocks collapsed, creating a miserable scene.

Among these ruins, there was a lean young man, holding his head and screaming.

"Oh my god, didn't the red storm only appear once? Why did it just disappear and reappear this time!"

"Mom, I don't want to die!"

The young man yelled randomly.

Lin Xuan was surprised. He didn't expect that there were still people who could survive under the red storm.

With a raised corner of his mouth, Lin Xuan, like a ray of breeze, silently came to the young man with the bamboo pole, and then kicked him with his toes.

Suddenly, the young man with the bamboo pole trembled and shouted wildly: "Ah, it's coming, it's really coming!"

Lin Xuan was speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he could only say: "Hey, there is no storm, you don't have to be afraid."

As soon as this sound came out, the young man on the ground stopped trembling, then quickly turned his head and looked around, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat up, patted the dirt on his body, stared at Lin Xuan, and snorted dissatisfied: "If I didn't tell you before there was no storm, do you want to scare me to death?"

This guy had a complaining look on his face.

Lin Xuan found it funny. At the same time, he was curious. The guy on the ground was not very cultivated. How did he escape the red storm?

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes?" The young man on the ground was dissatisfied and stood up with a groan.

"Although I am not very strong, in terms of survival ability in the bloody plains, even the ultimate warriors may not be able to match me!"

Young people are very confident.

"What's your name?" Lin Xuan asked.

"Yu Fei." The young man said, and then he was stunned, "Why should I tell you?"

He stared at Lin Xuan with an unkind expression: "You guy, you are so clean, haven't you encountered a red storm?"

"Boy, who are you?"

"Newcomer." Lin Xuan shrugged, "You said you have strong survivability? Besides storms, what dangers are there in this bloody plain?"

Yu Fei stared at Lin Xuan for a few seconds with his eyes wide open, and then said disdainfully: "He is indeed a rookie!"

"Boy, listen up!"