Urban Super Cultivation

Li Yutong whispered, his gaze paused on Zhao Fan's body. He didn't expect that this young man would be a disciple of the Antarctic old man. But the Antarctic old man cultivated such an arrogant and rude disciple, he really lost his old days. The prestige.

Hearing Li Yutong's words, Lin Feng nodded, and had a little understanding of the so-called Mr. Antarctica. To put it bluntly, Zhao Fan in front of him was a second generation ancestor, or a second generation ancestor who was proud of himself.

Lin Feng shook his head, and sighed.

Thinking that he was about to leave next time, Lin Feng suddenly felt very good. He sat there smiling, with a gentle smile on his lips, but his expression was a little more playful.

Lin Feng looked down at the sea lion in front of him. Although this sea lion has a strong cultivation base, his whole body is full of vigor. It doesn't look like a disease or anything else at all. It is clearly not a sea lion that has been ill and has lost his voice. Patriarch.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked forward.

The patriarch Batu stood in front and sneered when he saw Zhao Fan's appearance. This stupid human even recognized his subordinates as him.

Lin Feng stood there, staring directly at the place where Batu was. If Batu didn't smile, Lin Feng really didn't notice the existence of monsters in this place. Batu smiled, and the surrounding space was shaking. Lin Feng immediately It caught Batu's place.

This patriarch is kind of interesting.

Lin Feng pondered under Xin Xing, but his actions did not slow down at all. Nonsense, since everyone is here, it must not have come to play around.

"Baiyumen Lin Feng has seen the patriarch!" Lin Feng's mouth arched in this direction with a gentle smile.

"Haha, Lin Feng, Lin Feng, I think your brain is flooded, Ming Patriarch is here..." Zhao Fan pointed to the sea lion on the ground, before he finished mocking, he felt a breath fluctuate over there. , A middle-aged man stood there.

The middle-aged man has very clear facial features, a big pie face, a long beard, thick eyebrows, and a very sturdy suit. He nodded to Lin Feng, turned to Zhao Fan, and said:

"Zhao Fan, right?"

Zhao Fan wiped the sweat off his forehead, then glanced back at Lin Feng with a bit of resentment. This guy clearly wanted to see him make a fool of himself!

"Yes, here is Mr. Antarctica's closed disciple Zhao Fan." Despite this, Zhao Fan still had a gentle smile on his face, raising his head and pressing Batu, and said.

"I see, you can go first. I'll just talk to Mr. Lin." Batu waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Patriarch, I am the disciple of Mr. Antarctica, an eight-level alchemy master. My master said that my talent is still on top of him. Patriarch, your disease can't be cured except me!" Hear Ba As for the picture, Zhao Fan, who was originally excited, immediately raised his head and said loudly. When he looked at Lin Feng, he became more and more gloomy, this kid, this stinky kid!

This kid is simply a disaster!

Since hitting the door and meeting this kid, he hasn't had good luck yet!

Seeing what Zhao Fan looked like, Lin Feng shook his head. Some people, he was born like this, never knew what he did wrong, only knowing to put the mistake on others. Obviously, Zhao Fan is such a person.

"I know, but, Mr. Lin first stepped in with you. I and Mr. Lin will talk about the situation first, and we will talk later." Batu waved his hand with a look of impatientness, but the old Antarctic man can't afford to offend him. But it's a big mountain, so when facing Zhao Fan, Batu intentionally said something, and finally waved his hand and gave a fairly acceptable explanation.

Zhao Fan turned his head to look at Lin Feng, smiled, turned and walked directly outside, with a proud look, as if he had cured Batu.

Facing Zhao Fan's provocation, Lin Feng just shook his head, and stood there without speaking. He was born from the same root, so why bother with each other in a hurry.

"Okay, Mr. Lin, you can show me my situation." Batu found a chair for himself and sat, looked at Lin Feng, and said, "My throat, suddenly something went wrong, you know. , Our Tongtian sea lion clan, the most powerful thing is our lion roar skill. If my throat is gone, I will not be a Tongtian sea lion."

Batu looked at Lin Feng. Although speaking with his soul could achieve the purpose of communication, but this voice made Lin Feng's goose bumps all over his body.

"Relax, Chief Batu, your situation is neither serious nor not serious. It is a little tricky to solve it, but it is not impossible to solve it. So Patu Chief Batu just feel relieved." Lin Feng said with a corner of his mouth. With a gentle smile, his eyes swept across Batu's body.

Batu is in his prime of life, and everything is fine, but in the final analysis, he originally appeared on the sea lion himself.

The Tongtian sea lion sits in one of the four major overlords of the Four Great Seas. It has always been famous for its roar power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The roar of the Tongtian sea lion can't do it. When it comes out, it is definitely a river of blood. There are not many monsters that can bear it.

And if they want to use their lion roar, they must have a good voice.

Like Batu, if his throat is broken, if it can't be repaired in time, it is equivalent to being useless and almost losing all combat effectiveness when going out.

And Batu’s throat is not broken. It’s just that Batu ate some broken formations while eating. After these formations were integrated in Batu’s body, a new one was created. The formation method blocked Batu's throat.

Lin Feng didn't notice it at first, but when Batu spoke, he accidentally saw the traces of the formation raging in Batu's throat.

Batu is the patriarch of Tongtian sea lions. When his throat is broken, many sea people are destined to look at the sea lions. Batu naturally does not want to see such a scene, so he has the meaning of asking for help.

If this is in the realm of human cultivation, if you write a list for help, then you don't know how many people will be pitted, but these monsters don't even care about it.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, looked at Batu, hesitated, but did not speak.

"Boy, just talk about it. I'm not the old immortals of the Mo family. I won't be embarrassed." Batu rolled his eyes and said.

Lin Feng was surprised, then smiled, and said, "It's not too embarrassing. Now that the patriarch has spoken, I will just say it. There is nothing wrong with the patriarch's throat, but the throat is probably stuck. A formation, the trouble now is just these formations."

Hearing Lin Feng's words, Batu's eyes lit up immediately, nodded, and said, "I said, "How come this throat is the same as fighting every day. It turns out that it is this thing. It seems that you are still great, boy, I admire you." !"