Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 139
Chen Feng dodged the short-haired attack.

The short hair shouted to everyone on the field to come together.

Six people took out their weapons one after another.

The momentum is climbing steadily, and the battle is imminent.

Chen Feng looked at the weapons of the six people in his spare time, thinking about how they would attack him later.

Palm power (short hair), dagger (white hair), machete (muscular man), spirit sword (long hair), fan (bearded), whip (little boy).

What a strange combination.

Although it was the first time for the six of them to work together, they still had a tacit understanding with each other.

White hair rushed up, waving a dagger in his hand.

He quickly approached Chen Feng with his body, and pierced Chen Feng's chest fiercely with the sharp point of the dagger.

This action is a combination of fast, precise, ruthless, crisp,

If Chen Feng hadn't dodged, he would have been seriously injured.

Fortunately, he dodged, and he dodged in a very casual way.

Taking two steps left and right, while dodging the dagger, he also controlled the white hair.

The sword face of the spirit sword slapped on Baifa's abdomen.

Baifa spat out a mouthful of blood and was thrown backwards.

Good guy, just the first blow of the meeting knocked a person out of the field.

Is that human being?
The disciples below were stunned for a moment.

The remaining five people on the field were also quite confused.

How to play this, just end it.

Not to mention, there are really people who surrender without a fight.

The little boy tied the whip back around his waist and bowed towards Chen Feng.

"Senior brother is strong, and I admire him so much, I take the initiative to admit defeat!"

After saying this, Shi Shi ran off the stage.

The female disciples who were fascinated by his appearance just now let out a burst of sobs.

With the beginning of the little boy, others quickly followed suit.

Everyone rushed to salute, and then left.

I'm afraid I won't be able to leave in a second at night.

……

There was only one person with short hair left on the court, standing alone in the center, as if the world had abandoned him.

Originally, he also wanted to end, but was stopped by Chen Feng.

Before the salute started, it was abruptly interrupted.

In order to suppress the fear in his heart, he cheered himself up loudly, "Fight!"

Chen Feng remained unmoved, and stood coldly on the spot, waiting for the short-haired attack to strike.

The Spirit Sword was like a toy in his hand.

He turned a few times casually and played a sword flower.

"Duck rush!"

The short hair shouted and ran towards Chen Feng.

The spirit sword in Chen Feng's hand was danced into an afterimage, and in an instant, the short-haired limbs were beaten unconscious by the sword.

The short-haired person lay trembling on the ground, muttering non-stop.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Chen Feng put away the spirit sword, looked down at the short hair, and said two words coldly, "It's boring."

Then turn around and leave.

A female disciple's nympho voice came from behind, "Oh my god, Brother Chen (Uncle Chen) is so handsome!"

"I'm going to give him a monkey!"

"Crazy for him, crazy for him, bang bang bang bang for him!"

"Chen Feng is free to fly, Fengmei will always be with you!"

The male disciples rolled their eyes almost to the sky.

My heart rants crazily.

cut!
It's not that he looks a little handsome.

I'm in better shape.

The cultivation base is a little higher.

The fighting power is a little stronger.

That's all!
What's the big deal? !

He also said that he would give birth to a monkey for him.

You really gave birth to one to see!

Chen Feng didn't look back, the voices of those nympho female disciples were automatically blocked by him.

He just walked alone.

Today, in his mind, only Fu Xiaoyun and cultivation become stronger.

……

(End of this chapter)