Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Let's put it on the outermost layer." Duanfeng Buer pointed to the sand under his feet: "The hot air prefers to rush upwards, and only a small amount of hot air can go down. If it still doesn't work, let's stay a little further away from it."

The hot Jiuyang Zhenyan Iron turned gently in the sand, and the surrounding golden sand immediately turned hot red.

Fentu Kuangge slowly retreated to the periphery according to his own strength calculations, and Duan Fengbuer also selected a position with a spear in his hand, which was closer to Jiuyang Zhentie's position than Fentu Kuangge's position.

Check Fleet looked at the positions of Fentu Kuangge and Duanfengbuer, and stood silently three meters closer to Jiuyang Zhenyantie than Duanfengbuer.

Duanfeng Buer stared at Chekfleet in a daze. Everyone had awakened for the second time, and they were all demon-subduing warriors. The difference in strength between them was almost gone.

"Damn! I just chose the wrong place." Duanfengbuer stuck his spears side by side beside Chekfleet, as if everyone was a man and no one was afraid of the other.

Fentu Kuangge frowned, and moved forward three meters in silence.

Chekfleet gave Duanfeng a blank look, put his hands behind his back, and walked three steps forward in a leisurely manner, as if taking a walk after a meal.

Duanfeng Buer decisively pulled out the Buer gun that was stuck on the ground, and continued to follow Chekfleet, with the attitude that I will bury myself wherever you bury yourself today.

Qi Jin remembered the situation when the three of them competed to drink medicine in the ruins that day, and shook their heads again and again, why did they compare with everything? Sooner or later, you will be steamed, and there will be no comparison!

"How old are you?" Lucifer Liushui clasped his arms around his chest and shook his head repeatedly: "You three, can you be more childish? Can you be more childish?"

"Mei Mo, that's why you don't understand." Duanfeng Buer followed Chekfleet and said slowly: "A man like me, why can't I lose to a sissy in this regard?"

Sissy? Lucifer looked at Chekfleet with a charming smile. This big boy with a handsome face that could make all women and female devils feel inferior, was said by Duan Fengbuer, and it looked a little bit sissy.

Mo Jin was too lazy to manage the three men's death-like competition. Anyway, as long as they didn't really burn themselves to death, there would be no big problem. This time, they not only prepared some potions from Pan's house, but also took away some ready-made potions from Pan's house.

As long as he was promoted to a potion master that day... then he could mix these potions together and configure them into new and more powerful potions.

Pan Hongji began to understand thoroughly why the strength of this small team improved so fast, it was not just because of the potion that healed the body in Gan Jin's hands, they had a kind of competition full of friendship, but they would never be convinced by each other.

This kind of competition seldom exists in the pan family, and many people are even purely jealous, rather than this kind of completely benign competition.

"Unexpectedly, it will be like this." Pan Hongji sat cross-legged on the ground, looked up at the sky and thought deeply: "I can make Pan's family form a very smooth whole through strong dominance, but I can't do it like energy."

There is no class, they are completely equal, and they cooperate tacitly with each other to form a healthy competition.

"Affinity is something related to people's hearts." Pan Hongji sighed softly: "We must bring Duanfeng Buer back to the Pan family, so that we can gather a group of young elite Hydra bloodline fighters to form a special small army, and teach Duanfeng Buer to lead..."

Pan Hongji turned around and looked in the direction of the few people who had already buried themselves alive. Handing over to Duanfeng Buer is equivalent to handing over to energy. If that kind of benign competitive atmosphere can also be cultivated, then the combat effectiveness of the small army will be greatly improved.

When they are all mature, they will be sent back to the Pan family, and let those elites lead the team again, and a very benign competitive development environment will be formed. In the next few hundred years, as long as the Pan family does not encounter any weird natural disasters, the world will always be very strong.

The ancient barren sand sea has no time, and the power of time can be described in any place. It also shows powerlessness in the face of the ancient barren sand sea that has not changed for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years.

In the long years of the ancient barren sand sea, one month is at most a grain of sand in the sand sea, and it may even be worse than a grain of sand.

Eat, sleep, special training!

The wind is the same, and the four of Chekfleet are only doing three things. Under the conditions that are so harsh that people want to go crazy, and under the competition of everyone, their strengths have all improved.

Mo Jin took off his hat and yawned. Apart from special training this month, he just stayed in the endless world, sleeping? what is that?

I was so motivated that I almost forgot how to sleep. He didn't dare to sleep, and every time he closed his eyes, either his father was the groom under the horse, or Hai Qing'er had the terrible crest of the undead queen on his forehead.

Every time I close my eyes, I will always break out in a cold sweat.

If you can't sleep, let's train! Putting aside all thoughts, Dou Xin concentrated all his attention on the special training. Dou Xin insisted on condensing four kinds of fighting skills that would form a perfect fighting seal, but Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers still didn't know how to sort them.

When using the Eighteen Hammers of Shengfeng, the real power is the [Strike-Iron Breathing Method], but the Iron-Strike Breathing Method belongs to the one hundred and eight death fighting apertures, and there are no fighting apertures there.

"Motivation, how's it going?" Duan Fengbuer looked at Gan Jin with a smile: "I can now reach the peak of the third battle of subduing demons, and I will reach the fourth battle of subduing demons at any time. Be careful, I will soon catch up with you! I am infinitely close to the little boy."

Chekfleet let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and without saying a word, he directly opened the bloodline of the fallen angels to fight.

Fentu Kuangge looked at the two of them enviously. This is the bloodline power of bloodline warriors. Once they break through to each new level, their strength will increase rapidly.

This speed... Pan Hongji was speechless slightly. Even if the bloodlines in these two young bloodline warriors were the first-class bloodlines today, the speed of improvement was still too fast. This was all due to their desperate efforts under special circumstances and relying on resources that others could not obtain.

"Seven battles against demons."

"What?" Hearing Fentu Kuangge's speech, Gan Jin was so startled that he jumped up on the spot. This speed... this speed...even if he is self-defeating his battle qi and rebuilding, even if he has the experience of practicing demon warriors, even if he is self-destroying his battle qi and returning to the realm of subduing demons, for a while the speed of fighting qi will increase very quickly, but this speed...

Seven battles against demons! A month ago, it was still at the level of the second and third battles of Conquering Demons! Jin Jin still remembers that it took him two years to reach the Nine Battles of Conquering Demons in the Valley of Four Seasons. This speed...

"I don't know why." Fentu Kuangge enjoyed everyone's surprised expressions: "Before I came to the ancient barren sand sea, I felt that the speed of my fighting spirit had begun to slow down. But when I buried myself alive to practice fighting spirit, the metal breath I inhaled in my body seemed to be melted, and it was easily absorbed by me..."

Energetic stared at Fentu Kuangge dumbfounded, and suddenly slapped his forehead: "Understood! It's the heat here! It's due to the high temperature here!"

Burning Tu Kuangge was the first to understand, that's right! The metal held in the hand is in the desert. After being stimulated by high temperature, it seems to really melt. The gold gas inhaled into the body is the most essential part of the metal. They become very soft due to the heat flow and are easier to absorb.

And that Nine Suns True Flame Iron! These days, Qi Jin has researched about the Nine Suns True Flame Iron from Uncle Black. He wants to find a way to melt it, but he finds that it is really troublesome to melt it.

This Nine Suns True Flame Iron also has a feature that has been ignored by people, it can melt metal! If you put metal on its body, it can melt most of the metal, and inhale the most essence of gold in the metal into its body, strengthening its own quality.

After looking at the characteristics of Jiuyang Zhenyan Iron, I realized why Zhanmadao picked Jiuyang Zhenyantie that day, and felt that there was something wrong with Zhanmadao.

Just a collision with each other, Nine Suns True Yantie forcibly absorbed a lot of excellent essence from the body of Zhan Sabao, one of the tenth-level fighters.

The former tenth-level combat soldier fell directly from the tenth-level combat soldier to the ninth-level peak fighter in an instant collision.

As long as there is enough metal and magma, you will be motivated and confident to cultivate a rare metal that will be advanced again. However, even the flames of the fire-type fighting souls of holy powerhouses will not be able to melt this piece of metal.

"It's still too fast..." He shook his head vigorously, even if Jiuyang Zhenyantie helped melt the metal and gold in the singer of Fentu Kuang, this speed is still too fast.

"He fights harder than me." Chekfleet retracted the fallen angel's transformation and shook his head lightly: "Too hard."

Duanfengbuer nodded in agreement. At least a dozen times this month, Fentu Kuangge was dug out by everyone, and his body really smelled of being roasted. If it wasn't for the help of various potions in his hands, this Fentu Kuangge, who bet against death every day, would have lost his life several times.

"I don't have a bloodline...I'm not as weird as drive..." Fentu Kuangge's face was somewhat depressed: "I can only fight with what I have. What do I have? Hehe, I'm dying."

ps: fifth update! Fifth update! There is still the sixth update, and there is also the seventh update... I~~~ want~~ a monthly pass!