Princess Against the World

It's time for the wind to grow, and I still think about the messy things!

I really don’t know if Ling Luoyu was a bad student when he was with him! !

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The sound of a wind chime came from all over, and Feng Chenglin's face changed slightly: "What kind of ghost sound is this?!"

Ling Yunfeng's sword spirit rotated and stood alertly: "It's a bell... on their rope..."

Feng Chenglin saw this bunch of little red bells on the ropes of these girls.

It's just that the bell is very small, like a soybean, so he didn't see it the moment he shot it.

With the shaking of the rope, the sound of the bell became more clear and sweet.

However, the red-clothed girls' shuttle, that is, shook the bell, and there were no other killers.

Ling Yunfeng has been guarding Lady Yanzi because he found that every time the bell rang, her fingers were shaking, as if she was beating something.

"Feng Chenglin, look at Lady Yan's hands... These bells seem to be controlled by her..."

Feng Chenglin didn't seem to hear it, and didn't respond.

Ling Yunfeng was about to turn around to look, and suddenly saw a strange smile on Lady Yan's face.

He exclaimed badly. Before he had time to remind Feng Chenglin to be careful, he heard the sound of profound energy bursting into the air behind him.

"not good……"

Ling Yunfeng turned around in shock, and the sword in his hand was lying in front of him, his profound energy violent.

"boom!"

The punch from behind hit his sword violently.

"Om!"

The sword's edge trembled and instantly shattered Ling Yunfeng's tiger's mouth.

"Feng Chenglin, what are you doing?!"

The person who punched him turned out to be Feng Chenglin.

As if he couldn't hear his heavy drink, Feng Chenglin's expression remained unchanged. After one blow, the fist wind rose again, three punches again, punches to force, all hit Ling Yunfeng's sword.

"boom!"

Ling Yunfeng stepped back on the ground and cracked the ground.

"Kakka!"

A broken gap extends in the direction of the cliff.

"Well……"

Ling Yunfeng stood still with a muffled hum, and aimed his eyes on his chest.

Feng Chenglin hit his wounds several times in a row, almost every time.

After going down several times, the wound was torn twice.

Feng Chenglin, who was opposite him, stood there blankly, his eyes lost.

Slowly turning his head, Ling Yunfeng turned to Yan Niangzi.

"What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little bit of dementia..."

Yan Niangzi smiled and covered her mouth, but there was disappointment in her eyes.

"However, Ling Yunfeng, I really haven't noticed that you can withstand my confusing sound...These bells have a deceptive effect. As long as they hear it, most people will be confused..."

"Really?!" Ling Yunfeng sneered his head and looked at the surrounding bells: "But I don't think your bell has any confusing effect..."

"The one who can resist my confusion, except for those who have the highest cultivation level, is the unintentional..."

Yan Lady tilted her head slightly and looked up and down Ling Yunfeng, her pupils shrinking slightly.

"Your cultivation level is obviously not a master, but you resisted my confusion, indicating that you have no intentions..."

"Wuxin?!" Ling Yunfeng sneered disdainfully: "So, I should have died a long time ago?!"

"The unintentional person is not really without heart, but the person's desire in his heart...you have no desire...so you resist the illusion brought by confusion! Ling Yunfeng, I didn't expect you to be without heart Desires...you are rarely at this age with such determination!!"