Ling Feng’s mouth also smiled: “As with rumors, you are crazy.”

Bud looked at the two men on the sidelines, meaning that there was no exit to stop, and the strength of the night feathers, Bud, understood that the eighth-order repair was never worse than the nine-step repair.

"Frenzy, it needs capital. It is unfortunate that I have capital." The night feathers are cold and the momentum is not weak.

"Haha, hahaha." Ling Feng suddenly laughed twice, the surrounding momentum suddenly changed, and the sky was pressed to release the moment to cover the night feathers.

"The eighth-order you, for the new students, you are very strong, but in front of the ninth-order, your cultivation is no different from the ants." A pair of wings condensed behind Ling Feng, the night of the eighth-order spiritual power The undulations are instantly overwhelmed.

Although the momentum was suppressed on the surface of the body, the look of the night feathers did not have any panic, and the strength of the night feathers was after the application of nine seals! The seal is untied, not necessarily weaker than his Ling Feng.

The momentum at the top of the mountain has become somewhat arrogant.

On the side of Bard's face flashed a touch of dignity, Ling Feng's temper is extremely embarrassing, and the night feathers stunned him two more words, and they really played on both sides.

"Hey, what's the matter!" Bud stepped forward in two steps, and his body was blocked between the two. "Ling Feng, if you don't, you can learn from the night lady. If the night lady wins, you will break into the help." If she loses, let's turn around and go, how?"

Bard's bronze bell-sized eyes stared at Ling Feng.

Ok?

Ling Feng’s momentum is over, “Why is it winning?” Ling Feng does not think that Bard means to beat himself with the night feathers.

At the beginning of the eighth order, this is a battle without suspense!

"How to win... This, everyone talks about it." Bard smiled.

Ling Feng looked at Bard. It was not good to sweep his face. He glanced at the night feathers and said: "Night feathers, so I called my brother up. He is also an eighth-order repair. You play against her. You If you can walk ten rounds under his hand, even if you win, how?"

After that, Ling Feng mouth tilted a trace of curvature, for the strength of their brothers, Ling Feng is very confident!

"Oh? OK! OK! Just do it!"

The night feathers wanted to refuse, but they were promised by Bard.

Ling Feng's shoulders moved, and a group of spirits rushed to the sky, looking like what the sign is.

After a while, an old man came over.

"He is Zhou Xuan, the eighth-order senior strength. If you can walk ten rounds under his hand, even if you win, I Ling Feng, join your **** enchantress, how?" Ling Feng pointed to the old man standing on the side .

The night feathers did not look at the man named Zhou Xuan. The corner of his mouth showed a sneer: "I want to test me, I have to find a high point. He is not strong enough!"

Ok?

Bud Ling Feng Zhou Hyun three pupils at the same time zoom in!

I am a grandmother, this is a good opportunity! Do not say ten strokes based on your strength, one hundred strokes are also picked up! When Bard was shocked, he felt sorry for a while, but it was hard to say anything at this time.

Ling Feng’s eyes were also astonished. Ling Feng didn’t think that the strength of the night’s eight-stage early stage was so mad, and dare to say that the eighth-order senior is not qualified to play against him!

As for Zhou Xuan... The eyes are burning with raging anger, and he is a new student, or a woman who looks down, how can he not be angry.

Hey!

Zhou Xuan stepped forward and the ground was stepped on by him. He tried to suppress his heart's anger: "Night feathers, don't be too mad! If you can walk through ten strokes under my hand, I will be a cow in the week, no complaints!"