With the improvement of the night feathers, the manipulation of the flames becomes more and more familiar, the most obvious of which is the use of thousands of hands.

Since the night of the night, the weaker version of the thousand-handed has been hand-picked, and it is not necessary to condense the flame lotus platform as before.

The nine elders of Canglongge looked at the hood and fired at themselves. The tip of his nose snorted and his hands pushed forward at the same time. A blue barrier blew up and tried to stop the lotus.

"Old nine, I will help you." The three elders saw the number of fire lotuses, and they sipped low in the mouth. They also extended their hands, but his palms just lifted up, and a tall figure came to his front. .

"Your opponent is me!"

The white brocade star was slightly smashed, and two clusters of golden flames burned fiercely in the pupil, while the golden sword in his hand stabbed straight.

On the other side, a huge roar sounded, and throughout the entire outer mountain range, the spiritual power ravaged the mountain rock as if it was experiencing a super disaster.

Killing is getting worse.

............

Tens of thousands of miles away, Fu Hugang.

Long Qingfeng was sitting in a tent built tent, and several of his men stood in front of him with respect and respect.

"Is there still news?"

The cold eyes of Long Qingfeng were swept away from the people. Everyone looked down and didn't dare to look directly at them.

“The entrance to the wormhole in the northwest region has not found any traces of night feathers and white brocades.”

“The Southwest has not been found.”

"The northeast is also..."

Several responsible persons rushed to answer each other, and everyone was subconsciously nervous, fearing that the doorkeeper would not be ashamed of the intelligence he reported.

Long Qingfeng's face was really gloomy, and there was a cold killing in the eyelids. Although this killing was not directed at these men, these people still felt chilling.

"A few of you go out, I have something to report to the door." The charming voice rang at the door.

A few people in the house did not move, but looked up slightly to Long Qingfeng.

The thoughts were interrupted, and the chill in the eyes of Long Qingfeng slowly subsided, waving to the few men: "Go on."

"Subordinates retire." "Subordinates retire"

Several people took a ceremony at the same time, and turned and screamed at the poisonous widow at the door, and then quickly left the tent.

The poisonous widow twisted the water snake waist and walked to the front of Long Qingfeng. One hand was naturally placed on the shoulder of Long Qingfeng.

Lianbu lightly turned to his back, the poisonous widow leaned over and squatted on the shoulder of Long Qingfeng. The plump on the chest was squeezed on the back of Long Qingfeng, and I still remembered to gently twist it. Tao, "The people outside have settled down. They are asking when is Bai Jiayu?"

Long Qingfeng was unmoved by the temptation and diligence of the poisonous widow. There was no obsession on his face. On the contrary, in the moment when the poison widow's body was attached to his back, Long Qingfeng's eyelids flashed a strange squat.

"Tell them not to be anxious, there are still three days away from the agreed time. With the character of the evil spirit, he will try his best to come over, even if... is the way to surprise us." Long Qingfeng said quietly.

The poisonous widow posted on the back of Long Qingfeng, and put her lips to the ear of Long Qingfeng. She vomited the orchids, and the sound was even more charming. "In the hundred miles of Fuhugang, the white elders have brought people to cloth." Everyday, the people in this line are all Huang Ling masters."

"Doing a good job." Long Qingfeng gently nodded and praised.