I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

"Humph!" Mei Chaofeng stopped talking, just looked at him coldly. As long as he makes another move, she intends to give him the strongest blow, even if he hurts him badly, she doesn't care.

The head of the spirit race was full of anger, and a thick long stick appeared in his hand instantly.

Kunpeng knew that he must have a storage bag to hold things at any time. Knowing that he had a storage bag, he wanted to take it. But now, their combat effectiveness is too strong, and he can only temporarily suppress his desires.

The breath soared, and the surrounding air quickly formed a whirlpool, and the head of the spirit race was naturally the center of the whirlpool. With his long stick, the whirlpool would immediately rush towards Mei Chaofeng.

Mei Chaofeng's spiritual power was also transferred to the magic sword. The magic sword that was originally shining with cold light instantly released a domineering aura, as if a sword spirit was about to appear.

The head of the Spirit Race frowned, staring at her magic sword, and muttered: "Sword Spirit? What is the name of your artifact?"

"Why do you want to tell you?" Of course she wouldn't say that Magic Sword has no sword spirit.

"you!"

But he slowly withdrew his breath, the long stick disappeared instantly, and he looked at Mei Chaofeng: "Well, I won't fight you anymore. Your sword has a sword spirit, and I am not your opponent!"

The spiritual monk behind him was speechless when he heard the words, and the leader voluntarily gave in.

Mei Chaofeng didn't answer, but he slowly recovered his breath, and the magic sword returned to its usual appearance. If it is not carefully sensed, it is even difficult to find that it is an artifact.

These spirit race cultivators are all at the eighth and ninth levels of the spirit level, so they discovered its extraordinaryness. This is also the first time the boss came to the valley, because the focus was on these people, not on the weapons, and for a while, they did not find the reason why they all possessed divine tools.

The head of the spirit race stepped back and waved his hand: "Go!" The other spirit race cultivators also quickly vacated, and the group of people finally left at a swift speed, and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

This speed is really not normal, Mei Chaofeng sighed, they still can't have such a terrifying flying speed.

Kunpeng, Huang Rong and the others also quickly flew into the air, looking in the direction they were going away.

"Where are they going to do this?" Huang Rong whispered to herself.

No one can answer.

Ba Shan said: "Master, shall we go to the Dragon City now? There may be news about swordsmanship there."

Before, they didn’t know where they were hiding, and they couldn’t find anyone to listen to, but these spiritual monks who came suddenly told them that this place belongs to the dragon family, and even mentioned that the big dragon city is about to hold a grand auction. The information that may appear in the descendants of Scorpion Armor.

This information came too timely for them.

Mei Chaofeng asked a different question: "They are very powerful and hurried. Where should they go to perform major tasks? But why did they come to us and stay here for a long time? Did you pass by, or did you find it on purpose?"

Kunpeng smiled: "Look at their route when they came, and their direction when they went, combined with the point of our ditch, you will understand if you think about it carefully."

Huang Rong immediately said happily: "The two lines intersect to form an approximately right-angled shape. That said, they came here on purpose."

"Yes, before we decided to leave, the breath fluctuations that everyone was practicing here were not weak, and they caught their attention."

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