At once, a warm energy surged in from every limb and bone. The four of them immediately felt their bodies fill with strength, while the Soul Power within them boiled and rushed upward.
Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Rongrong in surprise.
"Well, well. One of this year's candidates is actually from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile family. Not bad, not bad. Old Ghost Flender is definitely going to be thrilled this time."
As he spoke, he lit the incense in his hand, then casually tossed it into the ground.
"Seven Treasures Named, second: Rapid Speed."
Four more beams of colored light drifted out as Ning Rongrong's second Spirit Ring took effect.
The lightness of his body made Yun Feng feel as though he had lost all weight. He secretly marveled that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda truly lived up to its reputation as the number one support-type Martial Soul.
With both speed and strength increased by thirty percent, he immediately felt his power soar.
At that moment, Zhao Wuji moved. He did not charge at Yun Feng and the others. Instead, he bent his knees slightly and smashed both fists into the ground.
"Not good."
As though he had foreseen it, Yun Feng understood what his opponent intended to do the instant Zhao Wuji made his move.
His Spirit Rings appeared, and his Spirit Skill activated in an instant. Purple light blazed around Yun Feng as his Blue Silver King Martial Soul split into several vines. Then, before Zhao Wuji and the others' eyes, those vines began to change, instantly becoming a pair of blue-gold wings.
With a gentle flap of his wings, Yun Feng took directly to the air.
He then flew backward, carrying Ning Rongrong in his arms.
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