Metropolitan Super Deity

Falling flowers are always intentional, and running water is always ruthless.

Although Nangongyang wanted to fight Ling Fei, it was a pity that Ling Fei didn't like him at all.

Although Ling Fei's current cultivation base is only in the late stage of foundation building, a small initial stage of pill formation is not enough for him to deal with it and lower the price.

Ling Fei glanced at him.

"I'll tell you again, get out of the way, otherwise, this time, it won't be as simple as stepping on your face."

"Oh? What do you want?"

There was a sneer on Nangongyang's face.

Ling Fei stared at him for a moment, and said:

"Provoke me again and kill you."

Nangongyang's expression was also cold and terrifying. Not only did he not mean to retreat, but he also took a step forward, staring directly at Ling Fei's eyes.

"It's just right, I have the same intention!"

Between the two of them, the momentum exploded, making the air a bit solidified and hot, and everyone surrounded them one after another.

The power of Nangong Yang was already in the early stage of Dan formation, and the fierce aura that broke out made the people around him couldn't help but admire it.

"It's a pill formation expert after all, this strength is different."

"It seems that that disciple is going to die."

"If you are too tough, you will lose. If you are not soft, you will always dig your own grave."

Ling Fei and Nangongyang looked at each other for a moment, and sighed faintly.

"Fine, I don't want to ink with you anymore. Let's kill you."

Ling Fei blasted out a punch, and Nangongyang sneered.

"Just waiting for you to make a move!"

He also blasted out a punch, and struck Ling Fei's fist together. Two powerful waves leaked out a wave of air, blowing people around, and couldn't help backing back again and again.

This punch gave Nangongyang great confidence.

Originally, he was crushed by Ling Fei, who was also in the late stage of foundation construction, and that kick, until now, is still Nangongyang's nightmare.

But now, with this punch, he can feel that his strength is extremely tyrannical, reaching a new level, and Ling Fei is not his opponent at all.

You are sure to lose this battle!

Nangongyang's eyes were determined to the extreme. He stepped on the ground, and the ground cracked, and the rebound force made him rush towards Ling Fei quickly, like a cannonball.

Ling Fei stood on the spot, his figure was impartial, neither dodge nor dodge.

This appearance made Nangongyang's eyes even more joyful.

It's done!

He threw a punch.

"Ling Fei, this is the Tiger King's fist that I learned in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It is a high-grade technique for the profound stage. If you can die under the hand of this fist, you are worthy of this life, hahahaha."

Ling Fei shook his head and let out a light sigh.

"Say, you are not my opponent."

After that, his figure fluttered, unexpectedly weirdly like a breeze, with an incredible arc, like a feather, easily escaped Nangongyang's fist.

At the same time, he kicked out, directly on Nangongyang's ribs, and everyone clearly heard a crisp sound.

Then, looking at Nangongyang, he flew out quickly in the other direction.

In the air, the blood he spurted still remained.

Ling Fei landed with his hands on his back, and walked towards Nangongyang step by step.

In the crowd, a few Qiufenggu disciples immediately stood up.

"Ling Fei, what do you want to do? Junior Brother Nangong has been defeated, do you really want to kill someone?"

These people, needless to say, Ling Fei knew in his heart that they were all the minions of the Great Elder.

He glanced coldly, snorted coldly, without saying anything, directly let Qi Jin hit it, and slammed a hole on the spot.

"broken!"

These people didn't expect that Ling Fei would actually take a shot in public. One inadvertently, Ling Fei rushed over and came to Nangongyang's side.

"Ling Fei, stop, if you dare to move Junior Brother Nangong, I will definitely not give up with you!"

Ling Fei turned his head, his eyes swept contemptuously, but his feet were merciless.

boom!

When he stepped on it, Nangongyang instantly bends in the opposite direction, his waist arched like a prawn.

Then, his face was as gray as death, and the golden core was trampled by Ling Fei.

The audience is silent!

In the presence of so many people in the sect, killing the disciples of the sect on the spot in the sect's heavy ground storage of the scriptures, this kind of behavior, in a sense, is simply contempt for the punishment of the sect.

Of course, if there is a background, it's a different matter.

For example, if Nangongyang killed Ling Fei, 80% of the elders would come forward and would not say anything.

But the problem is that Ling Fei has no background! No one will protect him!

"Ling Fei, you are bold! You dare to openly kill the fellow junior, you are damned!"

"Everyone, take down this guy together, I think he is crazy. Take him down and hand it to the Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall!"

The people of the Great Elder urged others to step forward, but Ling Fei was not afraid at all!

He looked around for a week, his eyes swept coldly.

All those who met Ling Fei's eyes did not dare to say a word, swallowed, and stepped back when he wanted to go forward.

"Humph!"

Ling Fei snorted softly.

"If you want to move me, it's best to weigh your own abilities first, and don't provoke me at will, otherwise, there is only a dead end!"

Hearing this sentence, the person who had some thoughts at first was so scared that even the last thought was shattered in an instant.

It is true that it is very irrational to provoke a madman, especially a powerful madman!

Just like this, Ling Fei walked straight into the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion with his hands on his back. Behind him, Qian Qun and several other brothers and sisters were all petrified in place.

It turns out that he entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion! It's really shameful to wait for someone and think that they are cleaning up with me!

Qian Qun was even embarrassed, and wanted to find a place to sew in.

In the distance, Nangongyang's body was not cold yet, and people were still discussing what had just happened.

The name Ling Fei soon spread throughout the Autumn Wind Valley.

As the person involved ~www.readwn.com~ Ling Fei didn't care, but just a mere rubbish. If he needs to care like Ling Fei, wouldn't he be exhausted?

The interior of the Cangjing Pavilion is not a structure similar to a library, but a spiritual structure.

To be precise, entering here is like entering a computer database, in which there are countless tactics. There are only two points to get these tactics.

One is to rely on your luck to find the tactics by yourself and capture them.

Second, it still depends on luck, but it is the practice of self-recognition.

Most people want the second kind, because that means that the exercise is so strong that it has its own consciousness!

The cultivation technique is divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang, and there are also holy ranks, but that is a magic formula in mythology, so I won't mention it for now. And the conscious technique is already above the middle rank of the mysterious rank.

This is also the reason why Nangongyang relies on his own practice and is proud and indulgent!