Hedonist Sovereign

Xue Pingzhi laughed and didn't even put Wen Yiming in his eyes: "Haha! Just rely on your ants to dare to shoot the old man? The old man can kill you with a finger."

Wen Yiming was a little nervous. He knew that Xue Pingzhi was not a big talk but a fact. However, even so, he is still standing in front of Qin Feng, a pair of postures that have been set aside.

"Hey! Your kid's realm is not high, but his bones are quite high. Or the old man will give you a happy death."

Xue Ping's face is cold, he is going to shoot. Qin Feng quickly stopped: "Xue's predecessor is slow, I promised to help you refine the spirit of Dan..."

"Qin Shaoxia, don't worry about me, these are the people who face the beasts. It is better to succumb to them than to die." Wen Yiming yelled.

Of course, Qin Feng does not really want to give in, but he can only pretend to say: "When you listen to the brother, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Don't say more, life is the most important thing."

Xue Pingzhi laughed. He was rejected by Qin Feng on the flight boat before, and he always hated it. Now Qin Feng is generally obedient to the younger brother, greatly satisfying his vanity, but this is a Dan king.

"Ha ha! Qin Dan Wang is right, and the person who knows the time is Junjie. You can rest assured, I am talking about this person, as long as you help me refine the rush, then hand over all the medicines on the body, I can guarantee to leave you and the friend a life."

Wen Yizhi screamed at Xue Pingzhi, apparently not convinced of his ghost words.

Qin Feng nodded and sat on the floor with his knees: "Well, I will start alchemy now, let your brothers help me pick some psychic grass."

Without Xue Pingzhi’s words, Xue’s disciple rushed to pick the psychic grass. Xue Pingzhi is standing on one side and staring at Qin Feng in case he is careful.

"Qin Dan Wang, are these psychic grass enough?"

After a while, three Xue family disciples rushed back. Among the three, there is a master of the Holy King, and the other two are only the Six Kings.

Qin Feng looked at Xue Pingzhi and the other party was staring at him. Qin Feng took out a jade bottle and lost it. Xue Pingzhi glimpsed the jade bottle.

"What does this mean?" Xue Pingzhi did not open the jade bottle to view, but stared at Qin Feng.

"Xue seniors have always wanted to transform Yuan Dan. There are six Huayuan Dan in this bottle, enough for you to break through the Buddha light." Qin Feng sounded calm.

Xuejia disciple screamed, but it was the quality of Wang Dan. Xue Pingzhi can't calm down anymore, and the hand holding the jade bottle is shaking.

Although he suspected that Qin Feng might play a little trick, he couldn't help but open the jade bottle. A burst of rich Danxiang instantly floated out, and this flavor of Xue Pingzhi is familiar, but it is the fragrance of Huayuan Dan.

"Haha! It’s really a bottle of Huayuan Dan. The old man can finally break through the Buddha light."

Xue Ping was in the peak of the Holy King and Jiu Jing for a long time. Now he suddenly has the hope of stepping into the Buddha's light. The joy in his heart is hard to say. For a time, he even forgot to stare at Qin Feng's move.

Bang!

A loud noise exploded at the moment.

Qin Feng's big hand shot, the two brothers who were staring at Xue Ping's hands, suddenly burst. Another disciple of the Middle Ages of the Holy King returned to the gods, and quickly spurred a sword to Qin Feng, but only half of the action, a pink flying sword pierced his heart, let him be fixed in place forever.

"Not good, the surname Qin wants to rebel."

The other two disciples suddenly woke up, one of them was the Seven Kings of the Holy King, and the other was in the middle of the Holy King. When the two shouted, Qin Feng controlled the flying sword and shot it.

Under the loud noise, the disciple of the Seven Kings was killed.

"Qin Feng, the old man wants you not to die."

Looking at the blink of an eye, the four younger brothers died on the spot, Xue Ping's eyes were red, and a sword came.

Qin Feng shot too fast and too fierce, so that Wen Yiming still did not return to God. He knows that Qin Feng's realm is very strong now. When he sees him killing the strong sages of the Middle Ages, he can't believe it.

Hey!

The swordsman shrouded the earth, like a giant net falling.

Wen Yiming did not even have the ability to resist. Under the impact of the huge sword, he directly smashed into the ground and spit blood.

Qin Feng hurriedly said: "Well, are you okay?"

Wen Yiming’s voice is weak: “Qin Shaoxia does not care about me, you leave first.”

"When I break the sword net, you hurry to find a place to hide..."

Where does Qin Feng leave the sound of Yi Ming, but Wen Yiming's current realm is too low, but staying here will drag himself down.

Qin Feng screamed, picking up a golden long knife in his hand, and the blade swept away, as if a dragon had gone to the sky. The sword and the sword shadow collided in the air, and the loud noise was shocking.

Wen Yiming couldn't bear the pressure of this powerful atmosphere. At this time, his face was pale as paper, and his clothes were wet with sweat. Qin Feng was too late to delay, grabbed his collar and threw it out, and Wen Yiming flew out from the crack of Jin Feng.

Bang!

After no worries, Qin Feng was a knife.

When he stepped into the Eight Kings, the power of Jin Feng’s blow did not know how many times he increased.

The sword net at high altitude continued to burst, and eventually the momentum died. Xue Ping’s face was cold and he returned to Qin Feng.

"Xue Zheng, go and kill the surname."

The snoring of Xue Pingzhi spread, and he deliberately trapped Qin Feng here, let the younger brother go to kill and sing. That Xue Zheng is a master of the mid-term of the Holy King, and Wen Yiming is vulnerable in his hands.

"Masters hold on, I will help you after I have finished the name." Xue Zheng shouted.

Xue Pingzhi was furious: "The shouting nonsense, a Qin Feng in the district, I can kill him alone."

Xue Zheng also no longer said more, flying in the direction of Wen Yiming left, but the figure just arrived in the air, a white light flashed, rubbing his body to fly.

Hey!

Breaking the wind and piercing the ears, pulling a white cloud in the sky.

Xue Zheng had a touch of fear in his eyes, and he felt that he had just passed away with death.

"What happened?" Xue Pingzhi realized that the situation was not right, but he did not see what was flying out.

"Master, there is a flying arrow that almost shot me through, very fast." Xue Zheng was a little trembling, and even forgot to continue to chase and kill Wen Yiming.

"The surname Qin, you are looking for death."

Xue Pingzhi was furious. When he was in the battle against Qin Feng, he was able to distract him to deal with Xue Zheng. This is an insult to him.

Xue Pingzhi is no longer reserved. A sword throws out a dense sword net, and Xue Zheng, who is screaming at high altitude, said: "What are you doing, killing the surname."

Xue Zheng still had some concerns, but had to follow the orders of the master. The flying sword at his feet had just been shot, and another big wind broke from behind him. This time Xue was unable to escape, and the entire right arm was blown by a cloud arrow.