Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 1135: A man or a ghost? !
The bright moon emptied, and the stars shone.
A bright moon reflected in the vast ocean, with waves, ups and downs
Swipe!
With the sound of breaking waves, Luo Feng stepped on the dead wood trunk, controlling his vitality to erupt from behind the trunk.
Under the impact, the dead wood was like an arrow from the string, leading Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu to shoot through the waves, forming a huge water vortex behind.
"Hurry up and follow."
Behind, the dozens of remaining martial artists saw Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu suddenly speed up, they didn't dare to neglect, and followed closely.
After several changes just now, they found that the two people in front seemed to have an instinctive intuition about danger, and they could find out where the monster beast was in advance, and following the two people, many dangers could be avoided.
Luo Feng ignored the people behind him, unleashing his soul power, not letting go of any movement around him, leading Ling Qingwu, riding the wind and waves, and moving forward.
The sea is indeed a dangerous place. Under the influence of the soul, Luo Feng perceives countless dangerous auras lurking under the water. There are several auras in it, which even made him shudder a little, I am afraid it is beyond the real essence. exist.
Luo Feng tensed his nerves, controlled the dead wood, carefully avoided these dangers, and occasionally encountered small monsters blocking the way, he directly used general suppression.
Being deterred by the general situation, the low-level monsters did not dare to approach at all. Occasionally, the high-level monsters with short eyes blocked the way, and he was cut into two with a single knife. The blood stained the ground.
"This is only the periphery of the ocean. It is said that from the Canglan Dynasty to the Beihai Ice Palace, separated by more than half of the endless sea, the real yuan realm warriors can't fly past..."
Looking at the vast sea shrouded by night, Luo Feng thought of Bing Ruolan and the promise he made.
Since Bitian City and Bing Ruolan parted, almost a year has passed without knowing it, and only one year is left until the day when he and Bing Ruolan agreed to go to the Bing Palace.
"This time I will definitely win the top ten new dragons, and then step out of the Canglan Dynasty!"
Clenching his fists, Luo Feng's eyes sharpened involuntarily, and his breathing became a little short.
"Luo Feng, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Qingwu felt the change in Luo Feng's body, thought it was something wrong, and couldn't help asking.
Luo Feng recovered, shook his head and smiled:
"It's nothing, just remembering a little bit of the past. Weiwu, you stand firm, I want to speed up."
Wow, wow...
As the voice fell, Luo Feng swelled, and the dead wood accelerated again, tearing a huge wave on the sea, traveling at a speed like electricity.
"This kid hasn't reached the limit yet, is he a man or a ghost?"
"This person's light power is too terrifying. With a person, he can still be so fast. Moreover, it seems that his vitality does not seem to consume much."
"Damn it, I am also a martial artist in the Ninth Stage of the Spirit Rotation Realm at any rate. There is only one level difference, how come the difference is so big. Is it possible that the disciples of the Golden Temple are all such evildoers?"
Seeing this scene, the warriors following behind were stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.
Suddenly, one person said to everyone: "How much energy do you have left?"
After hearing this, everyone's face changed, but none of them spoke first.
Finally, one person hesitated and said: "I only have less than 30% vitality left."
"I only have 20-30% left."
"Me too."
"I'm only in the eighth stage of the Spirit Rotation Realm, and there are less than 20% left."
Just now everyone was scrupulous about their faces and was unwilling to speak first. Seeing someone taking the lead, various voices immediately sounded one after another.
People with insufficient cultivation level are mostly killed by monsters on the road. The rest of the people here are the eighth-layer warriors of the spirit rotation realm and the nine-layer warriors of the spirit spin realm. Everyone's situation is similar, only left Two to three percent of vitality, and less than 40 percent of those in the best condition.
Swipe!
The White Jing Martial Artist who spoke first stopped and looked at Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu's distant backs, with a heavy expression on his face: "I will not go to Qunlong Island."
After hearing this, the others stopped one after another.
Baijing Martial Artist said: "The boy said well, we shouldn't follow it rashly. I have only 30% of the vitality left. The journey behind is more dangerous, and I have to pass through the extreme wind and gang, which will consume more. If we continue to move forward, our vitality will be exhausted sooner or later. Whenever we encounter any monster, we can only stay here forever."
The faces of other people have become ugly, and there are all old rivers and lakes present, how can they not be clear about this.
"Then what do we do now? With our current state, we can't go back to Tianshui Port." One could not help.
Everyone was silent. At this moment, everyone regretted in their hearts why they didn't listen to Luo Feng's advice and entered the endless ocean without their own ability.
The Baijing Warrior glanced at everyone and said:
"I have a way. I have a kind of spiritual pill that quickly restores vitality. We can rest here for half a time, form a big formation, and return on the same road. As long as we don’t encounter powerful monsters, we should be safe. Back to Tianshui Port."
"Are you serious?" The people who were in despair were surprised.
The Baijing martial artist spread his hand, and there were a few more bottles of spirit pills in his palms, saying: "It's a matter of life, how can there be fakes. This is the fifth-grade lower-grade spirit pills to regain the awakening gods. Just take it, half a pillar of incense Time should be able to restore our vitality to about 50%."
"You spirit pill, won't you give it to us in vain." One person sneered.
Baijing Martial Artist smiled and said: "This is natural. However, when I go out, I'm all friends. Now it's a crisis, I'll be a favor. One pill, two hundred thousand second-grade Yuanshi."
"Fifth-grade low-grade spirit pill, three hundred thousand second-grade yuan stone! Why don't you grab it!"
A warrior showed an angry face, the fifth-rank low-grade spirit pill, the real value, but tens of thousands of second-grade essence stones, this time it doubled several times!
Other people's faces are not pretty, even a few people have cold eyes. If it weren't for guessing that the white pure martial artist is the Ninth Realm of Lingxuan Realm, they would have taken action long ago, killing people and surpassing goods.
The Baijing Martial Artist flipped over the palm of his hand~IndoMTL.com~ The spirit pill disappeared from his palm, and said lightly: "This is a life-saving thing. Use one and one less. If you think that the original stone is more important than life, you can If I don’t buy it, I will never force it."
Everyone was speechless. Although they knew that the other party was sitting on the ground and raising the price, this remark was very emotional and reasonable
"Damn, isn't it two hundred thousand second-grade Yuanshi! I'll buy it!"
"Yes, compared to life, Yuan Shi is nothing."
"Brother Guy, you really did a good deal, admire it! Give me one."
For a while, everyone reluctantly took out the primordial stone, bought the spirit pill, then took it, and began to adjust their breath.
Dozens of Spirit Pills, the White Jing Martial Artist earned millions of Second-Rank Yuan Stones at once. I am in a good mood, and I am even a little grateful to Luo Feng. Looking at the disappearance of Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu, he said with emotion:
"The two disciples of the Golden Palace, their cultivation is not bad, and the realm of light work is so good, they must be the elite disciples of the Golden Palace, I don't know who they are."