After getting Zhang Qingyun's secret technique, Ling Feng would not hide it privately. As soon as the Ghost King Ha opened the door of the Ghost Hall, he immediately called the Ghost King Ha to his side and said, "Ghost King Ha, I am very generous to my servants. As long as the servant listens to me obediently, there will be no less martial arts, ancient scrolls!"

Ling Feng said, as Zhang Qingyun said, he placed his fingers on the forehead of the Ghost King Claus very generously, and then a seventh-level martial art flowed along the forehead of the Ghost King Claus into the sea of ​​consciousness of the Ghost King Claus.

The Ghost King Ha at first didn't care about Ling Feng's martial arts at all. After all, according to his prediction, Ling Feng's level was less than the sixth level, which was lower than him. How could Ling Feng give something that satisfies him?

But after some sensing, the Ghost King Hu immediately expanded and almost happily returned to the huge body size of more than ten feet before.

Level 7, this guy, he has been under the command of King Huangji for more than a thousand years, but he has not seen any seventh-level ancient scroll. I really didn’t expect that he had obtained a seventh-level martial arts for just one day as a servant here in Lingfeng. How could such a good thing not make him feel overjoyed?

His eyes burst into bright golden light towards Ling Feng, as if he wanted to put on the bride's clothes and marry Ling Feng.

He covered his chest with both hands and said intoxicatedly to Ling Feng: "Grandpa Ling, it turns out that this was originally seven..."

Ling Feng immediately put his hand on his lips and told him not to say the words behind him.

Ling Feng knew what Ghost King Hu was going to say later. Didn’t Ghost King Hu just want to say that it was a seventh-level martial art? It was more mysterious than saying it. Moreover, Ling Feng also had to consider the feelings of the few people in the Blue Planet team around him, so Ghost King Hu couldn’t tell the story that the ancient scroll he passed on was a seventh-level ancient scroll.

"Shut up. If you get a cheaper one, don't behave well. Just give me my grandfather a good life!" After saying this mysteriously, Ling Feng calmly pointed at the side, "So you should believe now that I have the ability to kill King Huangji!"

Ling Feng used his seventh-level magic skills to drive Ghost King Ha to judge other levels, so that Ghost King Ha could pass the seventh-level magic skills and feel that he also had the strength of the seventh-level or even eighth-level.

After being guided by Ling Feng so carelessly, the Ghost King Ha's face suddenly became more and more serious. He gasped and said in shock: "Are you Qi..."

Ghost King Ha was indeed frightened by Ling Feng. After all, he could give the seventh-level skill to the seventh level, and at least the seventh level is above? As for why he only felt the strength of Ling Feng at the fifth level, he felt that Ling Feng deliberately concealed his strength, so his "sixth-level lameness" cannot sense Ling Feng's true level.

Ling Feng immediately stretched out his hand to interrupt the words of the Ghost King Hu, and then put his fingers into a shape that represents the "eight". How can the seventh level be enough? Only by reaching the eighth level can he be on the same level as the Huangji King, so that the Ghost King Hu can follow him more hard!

After playing the shape of the eight characters, Ling Feng suddenly realized that this eighth level was not good. Team Eighth Team could only be on the same level as King Huangji. It has not reached the level that can make the Ghost King Hu willing to work hard. Anyway, it is a fool. If you can fool the eighth level, how can you not fool the ninth level?

Ling Feng thought so, and while the ghost king fuck was almost about to kiss Ling Feng, he smiled evilly and changed the hand shape of the character "eight" to the hand shape of the character "nine".

Then he asked lightly: "Eight plus one, how much do you think is equal?"

At this time, Ling Feng was so suggestive, the Ghost King Ha could no longer hold it back and shouted: "Grandpa Ling, my Grandpa Ling, it turns out that you are the ninth-level Skywalker. Please take me, Grandpa Ling!!!"

After being screamed by the Ghost King Hu, several people in the Blue Planet team immediately looked at Ghost King Hu and Ling Feng. Ghost King Hu's words scared them too. They didn't know what Ghost King Hu was talking nonsense, either of the ninth-level Skywalkers.

Zhang Qingyun in Ling Feng's dantian had already fallen down and looked at Ling Feng endlessly: "Boss, you can really cheat. Even though you are a fifth-level poor but you dare to be a ninth-level Skywalker, you still recharge so much like me. I, Zhang Qingyun, don't accept anyone, I, just obey you!"

Ling Feng knew that his plan to pretend to be Skywalker had succeeded. At this time, if too many people asked, he might get into trouble. So he stopped when he saw that it was right, raised his big slap, slap the ghost king clam, and slapped the ghost king clam's cheek with a "splash".

"You are looking for death. What a ninth-level skywalker, can you stop talking nonsense? I, Ling Feng, are a person who cares about face. I don't want to be called a charlatan who pretends to be a skywalker. You can admire me in the future, but please don't keep any ninth-level skywalker's words on your lips!"

Ling Feng screamed strangely and winked at the side, meaning that the Ghost King Ha kept it secret for him and not expose his identity as a ninth-level Skywalker to the hearing of several people in the Blue Planet team.

The more Ling Feng said this, the more cruel he was to the Ghost King Hu, the more he thought that Ling Feng was the Sky Walker. In the Ghost King Hu's mind, only the Sky Walker had the super domineering spirit of Ling Feng, who was incredible, in the sky and earth, who respected me as the super domineering spirit!

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm talking nonsense, I'm slapping my mouth, I just want my grandfather to spare my stinky mouth, and I'll serve my grandfather from now on, just ask my grandfather not to abandon the young one!"

As the Ghost King Clag said, he slapped his cheek heavily, "cracking" and slapped it a few times before slapping the cheeks on both sides red.

But even though his cheeks turned red, the Ghost King Ha was happy. He had just obtained the seventh level skill and had the thigh of a "nineth level sky walker". What's the point of slapping himself a few ears? Even if he cut off a few toad meat from him and cooked food for Ling Feng, he was happy!

After sucking himself for a while, the Ghost King Ha suddenly saw that Ling Feng was carrying a dragon Atai on his back. Ling Feng was a Skywalker, how could he let the Skywalker do cool work? He started to pull on Ling Feng's back and said while pulling: "Grandpa, my grandpa, you see that I have nothing to do here, so why don't I carry him for you!"

Ling Feng glanced at the right leg of the Ghost King Hu and said worriedly: "But your calf..."

The Ghost King Clam immediately tried hard toward the calves and shook the residue that Ling Feng applied to him. The calves that were originally splattering blood had already been left with only a small circle of blood clots.
Chapter completed!