Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 791 Three Slaps

Lu Feng's words resounded through the square.

His eyes were extremely indifferent, as if he had come to the cold winter.

"Lu Feng is angry, that's right, that kind of person should clean up, otherwise he doesn't know what cruelty is."

Xiaohu swept the food on the seats and smiled.

On a certain seat, Chu Lian took a bite of the exquisite pastry, frowned and said, "This guy is so bold, doesn't he know that the other party has the strength of Zunwu Sichang? Just rushing forward like this, isn't that just asking for trouble?" .”

Her strength against Lu Feng was still the same as when she first came to the Chu family.

Chu Yunsong smiled and said, "Don't jump to conclusions, he is not as simple as you imagined."

Just now, the ghost-like person came to the stage and saved the girl, but he couldn't do it without enough strength.

And this scene was seen by Chu Yunsong, a quasi-sage powerhouse.

While the strong men from all directions were whispering, the atmosphere on the battle stage was extremely oppressive.

Song Zhen's face darkened, and he said sarcastically, "You want to play with me? What are you? I don't have any interest in playing with you casually in this kind of competition."

"Are you scared?" Lu Feng said expressionlessly.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. Since you want to court death, then I can fulfill your wishes and fulfill your wishes."

Hearing Lu Feng's words, Song Zhen's eyes were piercingly cold, and his palms were clenched tightly. Naturally, he would deal with this kind of kid who provoked his majesty.

Lu Feng glanced at Wu Xingling in his arms, and said softly: "Leave him to me, you go down and watch."

"This guy is too hateful, teach him a lesson for me." Wu Xingling clenched her fists.

Although she hadn't seen Lu Feng make a move for a long time, she had great trust in her heart, and the young man in front of her had never disappointed her.

"Put my face in front of you, if you don't slap him a few times, he will feel unhappy, and it will make people laugh at me for my poor hospitality."

Lu Feng patted her fragrant shoulder lightly, and with a palm wind, he sent Wu Xingling off the battle platform.

He turned his head slowly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Although the conversation between the two was not loud, Song Zhen heard it clearly, and suddenly said angrily: "It's so arrogant, I hope you can still stand and talk to me later."

Immediately, he suddenly turned into nine phantoms, and the deity melted into the void like a fish, and a fierce offensive crushed him heavily with a heretical and tyrannical posture.

However, Lu Feng's expression was extremely calm, Long Yin roared immediately, and the arm shrouded in blue light shattered the space when he shot it, and a slightly embarrassed figure was blasted out.

"a slap."

Just when Song Zhen wanted to counterattack, Lu Feng said lightly.

"what?"

Song Zhen was taken aback by the inexplicable voice.

But soon he understood what Lu Feng meant, and immediately saw a figure rushing towards him, with five fingers spread out, fierce power surged in his palm.

The sudden rush of Lu Feng caused Song Zhen to speed up quickly, and his figure quickly blurred.

"Snapped!"

However, a loud applause sounded like thunder.

I saw Song Zhen spinning up like a top, and slapped him hard on the left side of the face with one hand, knocking him into the air.

boom!
Song Zhen fell headlong to the ground, the left half of his face was purple and swollen, which was in stark contrast to the right face.

Accompanied by a mouthful of blood, it was actually half of the teeth that spewed out in one gulp.

"How dare you!"

Song Zhen, with disheveled hair, clutched his left face in severe pain, with both anger and fear in his eyes.

It's just that half of the teeth are missing, and the sound he makes is especially ridiculous.

"Two slaps."

Lu Feng's eyes were indifferent, and in an instant it turned into an afterimage and swept away. One palm was already raised high, and it fell down with a fierce palm wind.

Song Zhen's face turned pale. Seeing Lu Feng rushing again at this moment, he yelled in horror.

However, within a moment, that slap had already landed on his right cheek, and the crisp sound was transmitted.

Song Zhen's body turned again, his right and left cheeks were swollen high, and his mouth full of teeth spurted out with blood.

Violence!

Strong!

Countless eyes looked at Song Zhen who had been slapped twice, and they were all shocked at this moment, and they didn't know how to express the shock in their hearts.

Who would have thought that Lu Feng would teach Song Zhen a lesson in such a violent and direct way.

That's a genius at the pinnacle of the four transformations, not just a casual cat or dog.

"So strong?" Chu Lian opened her mouth wide in disbelief, she didn't even finish the piece of pastry in her hand.

On the other hand, Wu Xingling squinted his big eyes, and the anger in his heart dissipated completely at this moment. The situation of Song Zhen who had been slapped twice at the moment was a bit too miserable.

"Junior, what a ruthless method, it's just for learning, how dare you use this method."

Mu Sheng patted the wooden table with his hands, suppressing the anger in his heart, these two slaps undoubtedly slapped the entire Mu Sheng Palace's face fiercely.

Ruthless?

Lu Feng sneered.

Who was more ruthless than that night when the stars changed drastically and the imperial city was stained with blood.

This old guy was extremely ruthless in his actions back then, but today he just recovered some interest.

"Mu Sheng, I told you a long time ago that you should not regret it."

Wu Qingtian laughed heartily.

"I surrender!"

Looking at the expressionless young man in front of him, Song Zhenzhenyuan said in a trembling voice.

"Three slaps."

Lu Feng stared at Song Zhen in front of him with cold eyes, and slowly raised his palm, the vigorous fluctuation was ten times stronger than before, obviously he did not intend to let him go easily.

"Junior, you dare!"

The wood saint was furious, the space couldn't bear it and it shattered crazily, the terrifying holy power swept towards the battle platform.

This Song Zhen is enough to be ranked in the top ten Tianjiao in Musheng Palace, how can he tolerate such humiliation.

"Mu Sheng, what I said earlier came from your mouth, did you forget it in the blink of an eye?"

The purple moon sage spoke indifferently, and a round of purple moon shrouded away, and the strength of the upper holy realm suppressed the terrifying fluctuation.

Treating him in his own way, and having suffered the loss of Mu Sheng before, will he still let him be presumptuous?
But with Ziyue Saint blocking him, Mu Sheng could only smash his teeth and swallow in his stomach, staring at Lu Feng with vicious eyes.

However, Lu Feng ignored him, if other sects came here to provoke him, he would still take some face into account, but does he need this Musheng Palace?

Suddenly, the third slap had already landed, and Song Zhen screamed again and again, only the crisp sound of bones could be heard resounding.

Countless strong men looked at it and shook their heads. That Song Zhen was like a puddle of mud, and the human figure could hardly be recognized.

"Get off."

Lu Feng directly kicked Song Zhen towards Musheng Palace, and immediately someone took him down with a gloomy expression.

"It's tough enough."

Mu Sheng checked Song Zhen's injuries, brushed off his sleeves, his face was ashen.

After these three slaps, Song Zhen's physical body was already smashed to pieces, and even the Xuanfu was shattered, unable to store his true energy.

"Can you still reshape the flesh?"

The man with strange patterns next to him frowned and asked.

"Song Zhen will always be a useless person in the future. The seed of Yuanshen is full of cracks and cannot bear the pressure brought by reshaping the physical body."

After all, Mu Sheng is not an ordinary person. After the initial anger, he calmed down and said.

These three slaps crippled him, a genius in Musheng Palace who had the hope of stepping into the quasi-sage in the future.

(End of this chapter)