Chapter 1390: I'm Superior
Feng Lin finally understood why Yaoyao was too scared to come over.
It seemed that what she was afraid of was not Mu Qiuwan, but the mulberry in front of her.
"Senior, is this necessary? Since you know my relationship with Ji Guangling, doing this will definitely make him hate you."
Feng Lin deliberately delayed, not to mention this time During the battle, he did not use the Seven Deadly Needles.
There is still someone capable of fighting in the spirit-breaking formation outside.
"There is a different person flowing here. Give him the broken arm. Can you just restore another one?"
Sangpao's mature voice was indifferent.
"It's not a problem with the arm. If Ji Guangling really enters the fairy palace and says bad things about you in your grandma's ears, will you still get what you want?"
Feng Lin asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Sangmi couldn't help but frown, it did make some sense.
No matter how you please yourself, you will always be an outsider.
After Ji Guangling gets married, he will be my grandma’s man.
The gap between the two is still huge.
“What do you think we should do?”
Sang Bao looked at Feng Lin and asked.
"It's very simple. I will help you persuade Ji Guangling to let him enter the Immortal Palace."
Feng Lin said with a smile, "Actually, my words are very effective for the old man. "
"Do you think I'm stupid for just letting you go?"
Sang Bian's hand grabbed Feng Lin's shoulder, "Call him now!"
"Senior, it's getting late. The old man is an old man after all, so he won't answer the phone at this hour."
Feng Lin smiled and spread his hands, "How about tomorrow."
"Tomorrow... "
"What? Is it possible that the senior is afraid that he can't stop me, so he takes the opportunity to escape tonight?"
Feng Lin used a slight provocation.
"It's just you?"
Sangmi folded his arms, and the flesh in front of him continued to expand.
Feng Lin was embarrassed to look at it.
"Then tomorrow, Qiu night, you will be responsible for watching him. If there is any change, notify me immediately."
Sangpai turned around and walked towards the building in the distance.
With every step he took, the flesh on his butt trembled.
“What are you looking at?”
Mu Qiuwan glared at Feng Lin, “A stunning beauty like Master is not something a little person like you can spy on!”
“ What the hell..."
Feng Lin almost spit out, but fortunately he has received strict training and will never laugh no matter how funny he is.
However, Feng Lin also studied psychology.
Perhaps this is the so-called worship effect.
Mu Qiuwan admired his master and subconsciously imitated her.
In the end, the aesthetics became her master’s style.
"By the way, give me my transfer token."
Feng Lin suddenly raised his hand and said.
Mu Qiuwan looked at the two people surrounding him.
Only the older woman came up.
Xie Hong handed a pair of transfer tokens to Feng Lin.
After Feng Lin took it, he looked at the slightly younger woman aside.
But this woman lowered her head, a little at a loss, "Um... I was taken away by Mr. Sang."
"What?"
Feng Lin's expression changed, although this thing was still there There are about ten of them.
But he couldn't make it.
In addition, there are many people around Feng Lin, so it may not be enough to act together.
"Sister, what do you think we should do?"
Feng Lin looked at Mu Qiuwan, "I have hard work without any credit this time, right? After saving you, you still want to take my treasure, isn't it too much? ? "
"This..."
Mu Qiuwan is also afraid of the master in his heart.
“It would be fine if there was a treasure in this formation, but I didn’t get anything. In the end, my treasure was gone. I was very disappointed.”
Feng Lin sighed deeply.
“You wait!”
Mu Qiuwan turned around and walked towards the building in the distance. Feng Lin looked at the buildings in the distance.
As expected, Mu Qiuwan was severely beaten, and walked out again with his head lowered.
She came over sheepishly, "I'm sorry Feng Lin."
"I'd better heal your injuries first. You're not a good master. I don't care about you with such a serious injury."
< br>Feng Lin deliberately spoke loudly.
“Keep your voice down.”
Mu Qiuwan reminded.
"Did I make a mistake? What's more, you are also at the ninth level now, and the gap between you and her is only dozens of tons of spiritual stones."
Feng Lin first pulled out a few thumbtacks from Mu Qiuwan's body.
Mu Qiuwan's body couldn't help but tremble, and the blood from the wound began to flow again.
“Lie down.”
Feng Lin squatted on the ground.
Mu Qiuwan covered the wound and sat on the ground.
"But your body is really good. Normal people can't bear this kind of injury."
Feng Lin took out the medical needle and thread from the space ring, "What race are you?"
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"In the alien land, most of the sect disciples are of mixed blood."
Mu Qiuwan explained, "I only know that most of my bloodline should come from Yanhuang."
Feng Lin's hand touched Mu Qiuwan's ring and took out the treasure of heaven and earth from inside.
There is no need to use your own to treat a big shot like Mu Qiuwan.
Extract the essence and apply it on the wound, and Feng Lin sews it up.
"Okay, this thread is medically dissolvable and does not need to be removed."
Feng Lin stood up and said.
At this time, he found Sangwei standing outside the building in the distance, looking at him.
"Feng Lin, come here!"
After finishing speaking, Sangpai went back to the building.
After Feng Lin stood up, he walked over there.
The building here is a wooden house, which should be newly built.
After Feng Lin walked into the house, he found that the area inside was not large.
Sang Bao sat on the bed and looked at Feng Lin indifferently, "Give me your space ring."
"Senior, you are being too bullying."
Feng Lin had his trouser pockets inserted, feeling cold Bingbing said, "I saved your men, and you, the boss, not only don't thank me, but you also steal my treasure?"
"I just want to see what treasure you find here. ”
Sang Bao touched his thick lips and stared at Feng Lin.
“There are no treasures inside!”
Feng Lin said sharply.
"Then let me see!" Sangbian stretched out his hand.
“There is a treasure in my space ring, but it’s not from here.”
Feng Lin said calmly, "My favorability towards your immortal sect is declining rapidly. Senior, please don't bully me too much!"
"What? You still dare to threaten me?"
Sangmi His eyes were half-narrowed.
“There are many people who want to kill me, and many of them are in the ninth level.”
Feng Lin sneered.
"The ninth level is also divided into three, six and nine levels, not to mention you are still far behind."
Sang Pao held up his face and said arrogantly: "I am better than you, so I can be one level higher than you. This is reality. , it’s just that some people are not as straightforward as me.”
“I am. I have nothing to talk about with you."
Feng Lin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "I remember the transfer token you owe me. When I go to the other side, I will go to you personally. The Immortal Sect asks for it.”
After saying that, Feng Lin turned and left.
"You think you can leave!"
Sang Bian suddenly stood up, pressing towards Feng Lin with terrifying energy.
Brush!
Feng Lin left easily and appeared at the entrance of the ruins.
“You are looking for death!”
Sang Bao let out a loud shout, and with terrifying energy, she suddenly caught up with Feng Lin.
But Feng Lin had already left the ruins and jumped onto the spirit-breaking formation outside the Academic Affairs Office.
Not only that, he also has a Gatling in his hand.
Sang Bao caught up with Feng Lin in the blink of an eye. She looked at the weapon in Feng Lin's hand, "Do you think that kind of thing is useful to me?"
(End of Chapter)