Distress check-in system

Chapter 39 A Sword Starts a Prairie Disaster
In the early morning of the next day, Ge Qingfeng completed the sign-in in his mind as usual, and after getting a pack of wolfberries, he looked as if he really did.

It seems that getting the Daily Ticket·Golden Legendary Card: Linglong Pagoda has indeed spent all of my recent lucky points, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to get any good things in the next period of time.

Ge Qingfeng felt helpless, so he exchanged it for daily lottery points. At this moment, the daily lottery points had accumulated to 153, and he could conduct a purple card lottery draw.

But it's not necessary at all, press it for now.

After sorting out his clothes with Zhenyuan, Ge Qingfeng walked out of the inner room and came to the wedding scene that had been arranged.

An eye-catching wedding, luxurious but not extravagant, low-key but not casual, the flowers embellished are also preserved in a special way to ensure freshness.

As time went by, the three minutes of spring gradually began to become lively. The wedding scene was just arranged yesterday, and now they are busy confirming the wedding process, so it is naturally more lively.

The person in charge of the preparations was still Shuang Yanyueke, and of course Ji Wuxia was also indispensable. As for why Ji Wuxia was so concerned about this, Ge Qingfeng had some vague guesses.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, because he knew what Ji Wuxia was thinking from the occasional longing in Ji Wuxia's eyes.

Ge Qingfeng, who was sitting in the gazebo quietly drinking tea, pinched his fingers and calculated, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, counting the time, and Du Wuyu, the sword of wind emblem, was almost here.

Ge Qingfeng knew very well that this guy had some friendship with Guling Shiyan, and that the great master died by his own hands, there would be some cause and effect.

But so what, the sensible person doesn't say anything, and it's over when he comes to congratulate him, and if he insists on doing something, he breaks his sword, who said he has no sword.

After thinking about it, he took out the Yuansheng fortune ball from the rope bag, observed it carefully for a moment, and thought of the ancient mausoleum's death plan for this thing, and how much killing karma he had created for it.

Ge Qingfeng couldn't help being speechless. In his memory, didn't this thing have to be transformed by the Zuo Longque Dragon Ball of the Tianjiang Warlord level? It can have some great effect.

After thinking about it, he took out the ice yuan obtained from the Ice King and poured it into it, and found that there was indeed a trace of charm.

Then Ge Qingfeng also injected the smoke element obtained from the great master into it, and found that the two elements began to overlap, and many changes occurred.

Can't help being surprised, can it really become a dragon ball?Curiosity was born.

Ge Qingfeng began to calculate, and now there are two elements left, so he decided to give it a try and do it as soon as he thought of it.

Immediately got up to find Chao Tianjiao, and with consent, he exchanged a favor for Yun Yuan.

Going back to the gazebo, inputting Yunyuan into it, another change occurred inside, unexpectedly there was a hint of dragon power.

Seeing this situation, Ge Qingfeng couldn't help but thought, maybe it is indeed a treasure, but if he wants to continue to prove it, he still needs an elemental wind.

But thinking about the Yijian Fenghui that will arrive soon, it's a bad coincidence, isn't it?

"Gu Ling Shiyan, you have painstakingly planned your life's Yuansheng Fortune Ball, and the four elements of Wind, Smoke, Cloud and Ice. I will get it together for you soon. You should also smile at Jiuquan."

Ge Qingfeng said to Yuan Sheng Haohua Ball inappropriately, thinking that if Gu Ling Shiyan was still alive, he would be pissed off again after hearing Ge Qingfeng's words.

Three minutes away, Yijian Fenghui Du Wuyu looked at the joyful atmosphere and was still hesitating whether to enter, but was spotted by Xuan Ming who had been waiting outside.

"My friend, you are here, please come in."

Yijian Fenghui was surprised, although he promised Xuanming to come to congratulate him, but he never thought that he was waiting for him outside.

"My friend, congratulations on your happy marriage." Yijian Fenghui said with emotion, and then thought of his own experience, his thoughts were a little messy.

Then, accompanied by Mrs. Xuanming, Yijian Fenghui, who had entered the third quarter of spring, asked curiously.

"My friend, why bother you, the bridegroom, when you go out to welcome guests?"

"Oh, my friend, it was my benefactor, Mr. Ge, who asked me to wait for you outside, and wanted to invite you to meet him.

In the past, you had doubts in your heart about the death of the dead smoke in the ancient mausoleum, although I will answer them for you.

But you threatened to find the murderer for the Grand Master for the sake of Quan Si Mi Qi.

And Mr. Ge is well versed in numerology and Tianxin, even if you will come at this time, it will be all cause and effect. "

Xuanming said in a very conflicted manner, one side was his good friend, and the other side was the savior of himself and his soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

Why did he always encounter these problems? Was it really his fate? Xuanming himself began to doubt.

"Well, that's fine too." Yijian Fenghui nodded.Guling Shiyan could be regarded as his friend, and when his friend died, finding the murderer for him was a matter of course.

As for Grandmaster's plan, Yijian Fenghui has already been known by the Xuanming family, but the family's words cannot be trusted, so it's good to meet the murderer.

At the beginning, I sealed the Rainstorm Heart Slave together with the great master, although the great master finally released it, but I still have to do it all by myself, Yijian Fenghui thought so.

The only blame is that Ge Qingfeng struck too quickly. If Yijian Fenghui knew how miserable he was in the ancient mausoleum's death smoke pit in the original time and space, he would not have come to find Ge Qingfeng.

Xuanming led a sword wind emblem to the pavilion, and saw Ge Qingfeng, who was endowed with a rich and handsome talent, and an unpredictable attitude, sitting in it.

Seeing that this person only gave him a glance, Yijian Fenghui felt that he no longer had any secrets to speak of in front of him, and thus felt a rare sense of shock.

But Yijian Fenghui would not stop there, and still bit the bullet and walked towards the pavilion.

Xuanming turned around and sighed inwardly, I wish you good luck, my friend, with the heart of a benefactor, your life will definitely not be in danger.

But with the benefactor's means and the city government, you will have to be beaten, so please yourself.

After speaking, he walked away, as a friend of Yijian Fenghui, there was only so much he could do.

"Stop." Seeing the melancholy and aloof temperament of the swordsman walking towards him, it must be a sword wind emblem.

Those two words were like a sword hanging upside down, intimidating people's hearts, and they couldn't help slowing down, but they didn't stop.

"Huh?" With a soft moan, accompanied by the peak power of the sword, Yi Jian Fenghui suddenly felt the sword energy in his body become disordered, and his walking feet stopped immediately.

Can't help but wonder in my heart, this is the big boss, but his face is still aloof and calm.

But he heard Ge Qingfeng's words.

"Three steps forward, you are qualified to talk to me." As soon as the words fell, the phantom of the sword appeared in everything around.

"Offended." Forcibly suppressing the disordered Jianyuan in his body, Yijian Fenghui was already angry in his heart, which looked down on him too much.

Yijianfeng Huiyuan was full of kung fu, and when he wanted to rush to the theory in one go, he saw that the surrounding environment became blurred.

When he took the first step, there was a loud bang, and then Yijian Fenghui felt his eyes flicker, and when he looked closely, he saw that he was in a sea of ​​flames.

In front, dozens of sword shadows have already attacked.

Quickly mobilized the sword fingers, the sword essence condensed, and scattered these sword shadows.

Take another step, and you will see raging flames burning on hundreds of sword shadows, as hot as magma, culling them, the strength of which is far greater than before.

Not daring to be careless, the Gufeng sword started to shatter the flame sword shadows one by one.

Taking the third step with the sword in hand, he saw countless sword shadows superimposed to form a huge sword blade, which slashed towards his head.

The power and influence can split mountains and mountains, and the wind emblem of a sword quickly runs its ultimate trick.

"The wind of the prairie fire!"

In the ancient style, the blade turned into a prairie fire, stabbing towards the shadow of the sword.

At the moment of the fight, it was like a mirror image shattered in front of his eyes. No matter how difficult it is to suppress the disorder of the sword energy in his body, the wind energy in his body collapsed.

The sword Feng Hui with blood at the corner of his mouth saw Feng Yuan flying out of his body and wanted to chase it back, but saw Ge Qingfeng stretch out his hand and Feng Yuan turned around in an instant and flew into Ge Qingfeng's hand.

It's all alive, Ge Qingfeng murmured inwardly, and then looked at Yijian Fenghui who was stunned.

"One sword starts a prairie fire, one sword blows the fire, one sword blows the wind, the dragon dances, the emblem is destroyed, and the seal of death is one of the founders of Nihai Chongfan. There are many names. What should I call you?"

As soon as the words came out, Yijian Fenghui's face changed drastically, as if his deepest memory had been awakened, he was in a state of confusion for a while, and then spit out another mouthful of blood.

　Thank you fellow Taoists for your kindness. In addition, I was scolded by people in the group today, but it doesn’t matter. I completely broke the defense of that baby. I guess he was suffocated. I’m really afraid that he will go to extremes. .In case there is really a depression knife technique or something, whose life is not life, laugh to death.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)