The Personal Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

"Pfft~!"

Almost as soon as Medusa left, Yang Feng staggered and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist.

Hastily sat down cross-legged.

"Why do you have to hold on, I can deal with her!"

Linglong once again picked up a Qi Gathering Pill to heal Yang Feng's wounds.

Four pieces have already been arranged for Yang Feng, so that's 400 million yuan.

The law of wealth, no matter what you do, the first thing you need is money.

This seems to be the same everywhere in that era!
Although she didn't feel sorry for the Qi Gathering Pill at all, Linglong's tone was a bit angry as if she was blaming Yang Feng.

Unknowingly, a trace of affection will be revealed.

"There is no need to fight Medusa, I did it for others to see!"

"Forcing Medusa back should calm the forces of Sin City for a while."

"But now it's really time to enter deep meditation."

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he had already closed his eyes, his whole body was filled with a terrible breath.

It makes people feel seriously injured, but the illusion that they can still fight!

Like a wounded beast, when it looks weak, it is also the most ferocious.

"what!"

"Do it for others to see?"

Linglong's expression changed slightly when she heard the words, she immediately clenched the Leiyin Sword and became on guard again.

Even secretly vigilant around.

Obviously, there are still strong people around her that she can't feel or are good at hiding.

Otherwise, Yang Feng wouldn't be aimless!

But Yang Feng didn't pay attention to Linglong, but had already entered deep meditation.

Carrying blood and whole body to heal wounds.

"Buzzing~!"

Qi and blood running through the tendons and veins of the whole body are like torrents.

The power of heaven and earth revolves around the body.

"You really treat me as a guardian!"

Linglong glanced at Yang Feng with displeasure, her demeanor was aloof, only a trace of emotion could not be concealed in her eyes.

Yang Feng was not on guard against her in the slightest.

Such trust, who else but the most reassuring person?

"Whoosh, whoosh~!"

At this moment, the martial arts regiment guarding Xishan, the masters of the four departments, rushed over as if they had discovered the battle just now.

"stop!"

"Om~!"

Linglong stood on the edge of the pit to protect Yang Feng's dharma, slaying the void with a single sword.

"Chi la~!"

The terrifying thunder sound sword energy pierced through the heads of a group of people.

Instantly frightened the visitor.

"Those who are within a hundred meters of this place will die!"

At this moment Linglong did not dare to be careless and absolutely did not allow anyone to approach her.

"Fu Jiang, the commander of the Seventh Regiment of the Armed Forces Corps, was ordered by the commander-in-chief to guard Xishan."

"Yi Zheng, the leader of the fourth team of Sharp Knife, came to guard Xishan in the name of the leader!"

"Commander of the Ouchi, Luo Kai!"

"..."

Feeling Linglong's majestic sword energy, a group of people who rushed to the pit where Yang Feng was located stopped immediately.

He even hurriedly reported himself.

Linglong's strength is enough to awe the people guarding Xishan.

Especially that thunder sound sword energy is shocking.

But the one guarding Xishan turned out to be Fu Jiang, the commander of the military regiment.

The new leader of the fourth team of Sharp Knife, a fire-type supernatural being, Yi Zheng.

There is also a group of dead servants from the Yang family, Yewei, all dressed in black!

The dragon group and Skynet all have members showing up.

But they dare not approach.

Only Yi Zheng and others who genuinely cared about Yang Feng dared to step forward.

But at this moment, Yi Zheng's eyes could not conceal the worry and eagerness.

"Get out!"

"Or die!"

Linglong's sword energy was surging all over her body, and the Leiyin sword trembled slightly, as if she was about to kill someone.

"retreat!"

After a little hesitation, a group of people turned around and left.

Although he was extremely curious, he even wanted to see what the big pit in the center of the battle looked like.

But no one dared to approach within a hundred meters.

Their task is to guard Xishan and deter the surrounding Xiaoxiao.

Moreover, the power of Linglong's sword tearing the night sky just now made Yi Zheng, a fire-type supernatural being who had stepped into the Qiming cultivation base, be in awe.

The monk who is one of heaven and man cannot be profaned!

Especially knowing that Linglong is a disciple of Wuyi Sword Immortal, and that it is the power of the Nie family that suppresses the strong, let alone dare to offend.

"Wow~!"

After everyone retreated, Linglong also sat cross-legged on the edge of the pit.

Silently looking at Yang Feng in the center of the big pit below.

Unknowingly, Linglong's eyes completely reflected Yang Feng's slashed face.

The look in the eyes is complicated, but immersed in it.

"It started in the Tang Dynasty, and now it is in Yanluo."

"Master Wang Qing will not lie to me."

Looking at Yang Feng's face, Linglong had firmness in her eyes.

She asked her fortune teller Wang Qing to make a divination.

If her elder brother died, it would definitely be at the hands of Yang Feng.

If he didn't die, it would have something to do with Yang Feng.

But fortune teller Wang Qing also said that the hexagrams are not absolute.

Because the past cannot be changed, the future is ever-changing.

The future, what is the future?The future is the future.

No one can calculate the future, and if it can be calculated, it is no longer the future.

Even because everyone is different, divination is even more different.

Just like a strong man with a strong mind, if he is divined by someone, he can feel it in the dark.

As a result, the hexagrams are abnormal, and even the fortune-teller is in danger of being backlashed by the hexagrams.

Master Wang Qing can only use hexagrams as a metaphor for the future.

But Linglong firmly believed that her elder brother's disappearance in vain was definitely related to Yang Feng.

Although there are also rumors that it is because of Wuyi Sword Immortal.

Linglong only believed in the latter.

Only after stepping into the unity of man and nature, Linglong's view of Yang Feng really changed.

People like Yang Feng disdain to lie.

"Wuyi Taoist Temple is about to intervene."

No one saw a white-clothed man with sword eyebrows and star eyes standing on an old locust tree on another hill of Xishan, but with a bit of fairy air.

White worry.

He didn't really leave Xishan!

Even if there is a threat from the Celestial Dynasty, they don't seem to be too afraid.

"This child must not be left behind!"

Heiye has no obstacles in front of this kind of person, and he can clearly see the face of Yang Feng who is sitting cross-legged in the big pit thousands of meters away.

He even saw Yang Feng's previous vision of the deep, hidden, ferocious, ancient, and dragon-shaped surrounding demonic energy.

This shocked Baichou who wanted to strike again.

But he wanted to kill Yang Feng even more.

"If you can't kill this son today, it won't be long before this son will be able to truly rejuvenate!"

"Wow~!"

Baichou glanced at the deep and dark night sky, killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Whoosh~!"

With a flash of figure, with a murderous intent, he shot at Yang Feng like a ghost.

"Chi la~!"

But at this moment, a piercing sound came.

A specially made fighter jet with a five-star pattern came through the sky.

"what!"

Bai Shou, who had just escaped from the jungle, suddenly stopped, and a big tree was crushed by the strength under his feet.

But he opened his sharp eyes wide and looked at the fighter jet that had reached a height of more than ten meters in the air.

"Wow~!"

The door of the fighter jet opened, revealing Yang Yunyong with his hands behind his back and a dignified face.

Behind him are three Taoists in Taoist uniforms with buns.

"Go down."

Yang Yunyong looked at Zheng Xiaoqiao who was beside him with an eager expression.

"Yang Feng!"

"Wow~!"

Before Yang Yunyong finished speaking, Zheng Xiaoqiao saw Yang Feng in the big pit below, and jumped down desperately.

The height of more than ten meters is no longer difficult for Zheng Xiaoqiao, who is now like a bow.

It also seems that knowing Zheng Xiaoqiao's urgency, Yang Yunyong made the fighter stop lower.

"Wow~!"

Yang Yunyong and the three Taoist priests behind him also jumped down.

"not good."

"careful!"

"There are strong people!"

The moment the three Taoist priests jumped down, they turned their heads to look at Baishou not far away in mid-air almost at the same time!

"It's Taoyuan Cave Master!"

"Bai Sorrow!"

"Bai Sorrow!"

The three Taoist priests looked dignified.

"Bai Sorrow!"

Yang Yunyong was also surprised, but he just cast a cold glance at Baichou.

"Humph!"

After a cold snort, Yang Yunyong walked towards Yang Feng's direction.

"Three young sons of the Taiqing Palace!"

Baichou's eyes were cold, and even being targeted by the three Taoist priests who followed Yang Yunyong, there was a trace of seriousness in her eyes.

"Humph!"

"Shua~!"

But after a cold snort, he flashed away with sinister eyes.

The three Qingzis of the Taiqing Palace are enough to threaten him, but it is the Master of the Taiqing Palace, Taoist Danyang, who really makes Baichou afraid!
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