"Yes." A man with red eyes bowed and said, and on his right index finger, the same dragon-headed ring shone proudly.

The Realm of Kings.

"Which two innate treasures are needed?" Lin Feng looked at Jin Ji.

He held a lightning ball in his left hand and a string of beads in his right hand, which was left by "Dianqi". He learned the name of the scar man from Jin Ji's mouth, and with the dragon-headed ring, it would be easier to check his identity at that time.

"This... isn't that great?" Jin Ji hesitated, but his eyes were shining when he looked at the two innate treasures.

No matter which one is a very rare existence, an innate treasure of the Earth-level white class!

In the human world, even saints rarely have such rare treasures.

"Pick one." Lin Fengqing said, "As for the relics of Senior Feng Ming, including his innate treasures, I can't give them to you. I will send them back to the Ancient Tribe of the Fried Feng." He felt guilty about Feng Ming, hoping to do more for him.

Jin Ji helped him a lot, and even for no reason implicated him in this fierce battle.

It is also necessary to give him a favor. Besides, it is not a pity to send it out for nothing.

"Then... I'll be shameless once." Jin Ji blushed slightly and pointed to the lightning ball, "Just that."

"Okay." Lin Feng nodded and handed it to Jin Ji.

Attacking treasures, this lightning ball is indeed more useful to Jin Ji.

"I received a big gift for nothing, and I feel guilty." Jin Ji laughed dryly and touched the back of his head. However, he looked at the lightning ball in his hand, but his eyes were filled with a hot and joyful light. Which warrior doesn't want a handy innate treasure?

A good innate treasure is enough to greatly improve your strength!

Lin Feng smiled indifferently, looking at Jin Ji's entangled appearance, and faintly diluted a little sadness in his heart.

"If you feel guilty, then give me the quota to enter the King's Realm this time." Lin Feng spoke gently.

"Hey, I don't have the strength even if I want it." Jin Ji shrugged and smiled bitterly, "Lin Feng, you only need to shoot a saint, it's not easy to solve me?" He said with a self-deprecating self-deprecating, and Jin Ji felt helpless. The first time he saw Lin Feng, they were still equal to each other, and he might even be better.

But how much time has this been?

He was completely pulled behind by Lin Feng, and he was gone even his shadow.

Comparing people with others is really annoying.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, then took out seven flame feathers, "Take it, come in directly then."

"Oh?" Jin Ji's eyes lit up suddenly. He knew the flame feather very well. Then he took it and laughed, "Then I'm not polite, come on, let's do it."

Lin Feng smiled calmly and nodded slightly.

At this time, because of Feng Ming and Ding Qi's death, there were only two people left in the King's Realm again.

My heart was like a drum of war boiling, and the rippling spirit of war boiled again.
Chapter completed!