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The act of Da Nei's secret spy, Ling Ling, captured the behavior of the Mang Gu Zhuha, is ridiculous!

However, Yang Ling remembered the legend of "Bei Ming Divine Art". Of course, he did not want to abandon the "Sunflower Book" and practice "Bei Ming Divine Art". He just wanted to find a more suitable way based on this legend. What he wanted was not only able to fight against the "all poisons" of ordinary poisons. If possible, he wanted to learn from the skills of refining poisons in "Bei Ming Divine Art" to get himself closer...

It is usually the same as saying that all poisons are not invaded.

Those with deep skills are often one of them. Ordinary poisons do not have much effect on them. Almost every player in the innate realm can be considered to be invincible by all poisons, because the sweating drugs and other things in the game cannot have much effect on them!

Now Yang Ling's strength is naturally not worried about sweating pills!

His strength, the poisons that can make him worry are probably only some rare poisons, such as Qijie Huagu San, Daughter Hong, Tianyi Shenshui, Five Poisons Tianshui and other things, which are hard to guard against. Yang Ling is more aware of his situation. Those people are no longer able to deal with him in reality, and will inevitably look for your opportunity in the myth of Wu Jiyuan. Therefore, Yang Ling was thinking about the means to deal with him and prevent it before it happened.

"Go and have a look!!"

After looking at the position in the letter, Yang Ling gave a breath and made a decision. He paused and flew up from the mountain gate. In the blink of an eye, he had reached a height of dozens of feet and flew into the sky, and was very fast. However, while flying in the sky, Yang Ling sighed, "There is no good mount!!" His mount, Ye Zhao Yu Lion who had been with him for a long time, was killed by the wrong hand when he was assassinated. Until now, time has passed, he has not changed to a feasible mount. It is said that it is nostalgia, and Ye Zhao Yu Lion is no longer as fast as his flight speed. In short, he does need a prop for transportation!

While flying, thinking.

Walking in the air. In Yang Ling's mind, the scene of the nine Tianma, the leader of the Tianjian Sect, pulling a carriage. As soon as the picture emerged from his mind, Yang Ling shook his head, shook these thoughts away, and flew across the sky again. He flew quickly, and his speed was so fast that it might not be necessary to say that it was faster than the Tianma.

When flying, Yang Ling's voice sounded again: "Well, you should change to a light body technique at the Tongtian level and Creation level!!" The voice fell and his footsteps stepped again. The figure flashed away, leaving a stunning figure, and the faint sound floating in the disappearance.

In the innate realm, the qi spreads to the innate, and one qi nourishes the spiritual fetus, communicates with the heaven and earth, walks in the air, and the skills run by themselves without changing the breath.

The realm of connecting to the sky. One qi passes through the sky, and the sky is me. I communicate with the sky and the earth, walk in the sky, and my skills move on my own. I breathe for dozens of miles.

The realm of creation, which captures the creation of heaven and earth, is one breath of hundreds of thousands of miles.

Yang Ling flew away from Peacock Ling Villa and flew away at the coordinates of the spys who were in the inner scepter, and a trace was passed in the sky at an astonishing speed. When players leveling below looked up and saw it, they all showed envious and jealous eyes, but the yearning in the deep eyes was the same!

Yang Ling didn't care much about this. He had already put his mind elsewhere during the flight. In a blink of an eye, he almost reached the coordinates where the Da Nei secret agent Ling Lingfa was located.

suddenly!!

"Um!!"

At this moment, a strong wind blew in the sky, and Yang Ling's breathing slowed down slightly. In normal circumstances, how could such a strong wind be blown at this time? When the strong wind blew, Yang Ling was surprised and let out a "Huh" sound, revealing the shocking feeling in his heart.

The strong wind blew towards him, making Yang Ling's clothes rush, and his body stopped in the void. His eyes looked around and finally landed in one direction on the left. He stared at the direction on the left and saw several figures appearing. Seven figures appeared in front of Yang Ling, dressed very strangely. However, the aura emitted by each person surprised Yang Ling slightly, because the visitor was considered a master!

Of course, the master in front of him was not enough to fear Yang Ling's strength. However, Yang Ling was very surprised, because among the seven people, five of them were actually chained. Two people were pulled by chains, and the other five were like prisoners. Yang Ling quickly glanced past and looked at the five people who were like prisoners. One of the five people looked like a swordsman, with a chain on his neck and a sword in his hand, with a firm and pure eyes. However, this firmness and purity were not for the sword in his hand. The other person was also a locked swordsman, with a calm and steady appearance, but looked a little withdrawn.

The three of them had the same experience. They looked very handsome and had a little evil spirit. They still held the sword in their hands. The shape of the sword was very strange. The tip of the sword was in the shape of a snake head, which made it look twisted like a golden snake. The fourth person was also locked by chains. The beard swayed in the breeze. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, making Yang Ling's pupils slightly shine. He could see that the man's sword must be very fast, and the last person was also locked by iron chains. However, the difference was that there was no sword in his hand, and he was not a swordsman. This scene made Yang Ling interested. After careful consideration, his eyes finally placed on the pair of slender and fair hands.

With a turn of his eyes, Yang Ling looked at the other two NPCs pulling chains again. Soon, when he looked at the first case, his eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that he would recognize two NPCs pulling chains. They were two people who had appeared outside Peacock Ling Villa and made him feel threatened. Now, they were once again wearing black clothes and purple clothes, appearing in front of him.

Looking at the two, Yang Ling looked at several chains again, revealing a hint of suddenness. "Did they lock me up? No wonder they felt that they were looking for me that time!"

"Who are you?" Yang Ling frowned slightly and asked.

"A little red in the Central Plains!"

The answer of the first swordsman made Yang Ling raise his brows, showing a hint of surprise. His eyes quickly turned to the second swordsman, and only heard the swordsman say coldly: "Meng Xinghun!" The second swordsman was also an unexpected answer. Yang Ling's eyes swept to the third swordsman, and the answer he got was-

"Golden Snake Lord, Xia Xueyi!"
Chapter completed!