Chapter 1139: Goddess furnace
This is a super genius who does not lose to Shao Sisi and has no shortage of summer. The strength has reached six stars.
How terrible is it to raise the power of six stars in the mountains and rivers?
call!
This whip, to move the storm, seems to be to tear the sky into a hole!
Different, big difference.
Although Fu Liang Night is also a seed-level genius, after all, the realm is too much, and it is impossible to compare with her.
If Ling Han is self-satisfied two years ago, he will only rely on his body and face. But now... He raised his hand very casually, with **** in one clip, and the whip was stopped in his fingers.
puff!
Seeing this scene, countless people are shocked.
That is the seed-level genius of Tian Tianzong, and it is still standing at the peak of the mountain river. In theory, she should be invincible in the mountains and rivers, at least no one can suppress her.
But this young man has caught her long whip in an understatement. What is the strength of the gap?
The dry poems are also a glimpse of the eyes, and a chill in the heart, how can this young man be so powerful? The other party did not use any secret method at all, that is, she used her strength to clamp her long whip.
This means that the other party's strength is far above her. Second, the other's body is very horrible. Otherwise, even if you are too strong, you can't pick up the artifact by hand.
However, is there such a person in the world?
If so, shouldn't it be the seed of Tianzong?
Ling Han released his finger and said: "Do not be too overbearing, be good with others, but also leave a way for yourself." He looked at Hu Fei, revealing a smile, said, "King of the nine kings, have your letter."
Hu Fei’s stupid, stunned and reached out, hurriedly swept over it, his face was strange, saying: “Sister and grandfather sent you to be my follower?”
"Yes." Ling Han nodded.
what!
When I heard the conversation between the two people, the people nearby were shocked.
Such a person with **** able to pick up a dry poem, has become a follower of Hu Feijun?
Although everyone is eager to be a follower of the seed, but it is because their own talent is not too high, not included in the Tianzong, this curve saves the country, otherwise this is a servant identity, there are several people Willing to condescend?
From the perspective of the strength that Ling Han is now showing, he is fully qualified to become a seed. Why do you want to be a follower?
Even if he missed the singer of this celestial celestial being, can't he wait for the next time? It is also a hundred years old. In the eyes of the gods, a hundred years is not a long time.
Everyone was puzzled. Later, looking at Hu Feiyu with envious eyes, she was able to get such a strong follower, and her position in the sect was even higher.
"Who are you..." Hu Fei is still very confused.
Ling Han smiled and said: "Han Lin."
"Han Lin, Han Lin, Ling Han!" Hu Feiyan suddenly looked beautiful, suddenly confused, all the face, a smile on his face. Her character is a bit confused, this smile is also full of the girl's sweet and lovely.
Ling Han smiled slightly, but this girl was confused, but it was not stupid at all. Just listening to a name was realized by her. From this point of view, the reaction was super fast.
"Damn!" But the poems of the poems are furious. She burst into flames and intertwined into dense lines of gods.
"No one told you that it is rude to interrupt others?" Ling Han turned back and yelled at her.
"That is!" Hu Fei learned the tongue, her character has not changed at all.
The dry poems are pretty and angry, and the two of them actually ridicule themselves one by one! Of course, the disciples of Tian Tianzong can't kill each other, but a follower in the district, even if they are genius, how about killing?
The red mark of her eyebrows flashed, and she actually fell out of the stove. The appearance of the surrounding temperature suddenly rose indefinitely.
"No, this is the goddess of the dry house!"
"You can burn all the people, that is the treasure of the stars!"
"No, this is just a copy, and the real thing is definitely left in the house."
"But it is absolutely extraordinary, almost to reach the level of the sun and the moon!"
Everyone hastened to retreat, this is a mountain sacred seed genius is in the power, it is the other seeds have to go all out, the rest of the family, how to qualify for close combat?
Ling Han was in front of Hu Fei's body, and the nine-county king had his head from Ling Han's shoulder. He said strangely: "Why is she angry?"
This makes the people around us all look weird. Do you think that the dry poetry will vomit blood?
Gan Shiyun did not vomit blood, but the pretty face is already a piece of iron blue, she urged the goddess furnace, bang, endless flames rise, intertwined into a piece of sacred gods, terrible.
"Flame burns the sky!" She snorted and slammed at the goddess. Suddenly, the lid of the furnace flew up, and a blue flame rushed out and wraps away toward the cold.
Ling Han has opened a Yuanli shield.
Of course, his body does not care about such a flame, but the problem is that the clothes on his body can't be eaten, and if he doesn't care, then he must be burned into a light, which is naturally not acceptable.
"Be sure to buy a treasure chest, do not ask for how much strong body protection effect, but must withstand the fire and flood." Ling Han said secretly.
"Dead!" The dry poems are driving the goddess furnace and killing the past with Ling Han. Since the spurting flames can't kill the cold, then the cold will be collected into the furnace, and it will be burned with the flames. He refining into ashes.
Hey, the goddess furnace magnified, facing the Ling Han head down.
In a loud bang, the goddess furnace was buckled on the ground, and Ling Han disappeared without a trace.
Was covered!
"Ha ha ha ha!" Dry poetry cloud laughed, was accepted into the goddess furnace, that your strength is no longer useless, only the refining.
Hey!
An obvious fist print was printed on the lid of the goddess furnace, and the whole stove was trembled. Oh, then, there was another fist print, followed by the third and fourth, and the whole goddess lost its original appearance and became extremely irregular.
The people nearby looked at them, all of them opened their mouths, enough to get a fist.
Obviously, this is the chill of the cold.
"Give me a refining!" The dry poetry cloud is already riding a tiger, and it is a quick and squeaky voice, and it is all about urging this artifact, and it is necessary to refine the cold with the supreme flame.
Looking at this scene, even those seed geniuses are all eclipsed.
"What kind of freak this guy is, they have all been taken into the goddess furnace, not only have not been refining, but they are still alive and dead, almost smashed the furnace!"
"Although this is not a real goddess, it is still a terrible artifact in the mountains and rivers!"
"Just...unbelievable!"