Metropolitan Super Deity

When the people around heard Ling Fei's words, they couldn't help taking a breath.

"This kid, 80% of them are not crazy, right?"

"Brother Rong Jian, it's the late Yuan Ying stage now!"

"He doesn't want to procrastinate, but wants to fight tomorrow. Isn't he tired of life?"

"Yes, if you say that Brother Rongjian only had the early stage of Yuanying, he should still have the power to fight. However, it is a pity that Senior Brother Xian Rongjian, who is already in the late stage of Yuanying, wants to defeat Rong with his strength. Brother Jian, I'm afraid it will be as difficult as the sky!"

Rong Jian stared at Ling Fei for a while, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahahaha."

With a smile, he pointed his long sword far away and pointed at Ling Fei:

"I originally wanted to reward you for living another three days in accordance with the war agreement, but you don't know how to exalt yourself. Since you want to die tomorrow, well, I will fulfill you! Ling Fei, see you in the big square at noon tomorrow. At that time, I will definitely use your head to pay tribute to my teammates!"

"Just so, I want to use your head to tell you that idiot master, it's okay, don't provoke me!"

The two Tianjiao of the young generation of Autumn Wind Valley, facing each other far away, killing intent burst in their eyes, and the surrounding temperature could not help but drop several degrees.

On this day, the battle agreement between Ling Fei and Rong Jian spread throughout the Autumn Wind Valley.

But almost everyone was mocking Ling Fei.

Without him, the four words ‘Late Yuanying’ are enough to explain everything.

This is not before, when Ling Fei used the late stage of foundation building to fight against Nangong Yang, who had just entered the early stage of pill formation.

This is Ling Fei in the middle stage of the pill formation, fighting against Rong Jian in the later stage of Yuan Ying! The state of the middle difference is more than a star and a half worse than before.

"Then Ling Fei is about to die, but I don't know if Senior Brother Rong Jian will give him a happy life."

"I guess not. Ling Fei has been rampant all the way since he came to the Autumn Wind Valley. Now, in less than a month, he has confronted the Great Elder several times. Who doesn't know that the Great Elder is now in full swing? Looking for death, even if Brother Rongjian wants him to die happily, I am afraid that the elder will not be willing."

"It seems that there will be a good show tomorrow."

"Yes, it's better to be a human being. It's better to keep a low profile. The wind will destroy it if the wood is beautiful in the forest."

Ling Fei ignored these voices.

What is the ambition of the bird? How can rubbish's eyes be comparable to one's own?

In the afternoon, Ling Fei came to the cemetery and looked at the tombstone of Shenyuan.

"Master, tomorrow, I will definitely kill Rong Jian and let the great elders decline from then on. It's just a pity that you have no chance to see it."

"Master, I should have come back earlier. If I come back earlier, I will never let you have any accidents."

"Master, do you still remember the knowledge and tactics that you taught me? The apprentice has already learned all of them."

As he spoke, Ling Fei's mood was extremely heavy.

It didn't take long for a figure to flash past, causing Ling Fei's spirit to suddenly tighten.

"Who?"

"It's me, Brother Ling."

"Zhu Yunhao, what are you doing here?"

"Brother, I heard that you are going to a duel with Rongjian?"

"I am in the same line as the elder, and we are not at odds. It will be sooner or later to fight against him."

"But the real headmaster hasn't left the pass, the elder, will he cheat secretly? I heard that I heard."

"What did you hear?"

There was a solemn expression on Zhu Yunhao's face. After careful consideration for a while, he said:

"I heard that at the beginning, the elder of Shenyuan, an elder in the same line as the great elder, competed to participate in the Shenwu Emperor's Palace to recruit disciples. It was the night before the competition that the people of the great elder were conspired to get into trouble. , In the end, the fragrance disappeared."

"what did you say?"

Ling Fei grabbed Zhu Yunhao by the collar.

"Who is that person? Say?!"

"Brother, don't get excited, let me tell you. It's Ruan Sheng."

"Ruan Sheng?"

Ling Fei squinted his eyes, suddenly a bright light flashed in his mind, and some memories quickly came to his mind.

Ruan Sheng is the distant nephew of the Great Elder. His talent is not excellent compared to Shenyuan, but fortunately, the Great Elder uses a miracle medicine to help him cleanse his essence.

Later, he was a disciple of Shenwu Imperial Palace. Unexpectedly, because of his second rebirth, something caused a butterfly reaction.

Ruan Sheng, who was originally a default, was intercepted by Shenyuan halfway, and a powerful opponent was added out of thin air.

"No wonder, it's no wonder that my master will be calculated, that's how it is! The source of everything is here!"

Ling Fei clenched his teeth, bloodshot eyes all over him.

"Elder, Ruan Sheng, if I don't kill you, I will swear not to be a man in this life!"

After that, Ling Fei let go of Zhu Yunhao's clothes and turned to leave.

"It's a bit valuable to count your news this time, and I will pay you later."

A heavy and angry Ling Fei returned to the hut in Shenyuan. He was in the room, practicing meditation all night, his true energy washed through the meridians again and again, constantly hitting his limits.

He didn't end until dawn.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight cut through the night sky, Ling Fei opened his eyes.

In those eyes, two lightning bolts awakened, as if they could penetrate everything sharply.

"it's time!"

He changed into clean clothes, went to the cemetery, and bowed down to Shenyuan again. When it was almost noon, he came to the main square.

The big square at this time was already full of people, and countless Qiufenggu disciples wanted to see how Ling Fei would die.

In their hearts, Ling Fei had no possibility of victory at all.

When Ling Fei arrived, everyone was pointing and laughing secretly, as if Ling Fei was a walking joke.

"Look, look, the fool is here."

"I bet he will be beaten into meatloaf."

"Oh! Too crazy~www.readwn.com~ I don’t know how to converge!"

Ling Fei ignored other people's gazes, hanging his hands on his legs, step by step, calmly walked to the middle of the large square.

After Ling Fei was in place, a figure stepped on the air and walked to the center of the square step by step.

"Look, Brother Rong Jian is here."

"My God, it's so powerful, this is the power of the Nascent Soul monk? Can you actually walk in the air?"

"so hot."

Rong Jian came to the square with a relaxed look, his eyes full of confidence.

In the late Yuan Ying, he has this self-confident strength!

"Unexpectedly, you are so anxious to die? Why, are you afraid that you won't be able to catch the last train of hell?"

Ling Fei smiled.

"The realm does not mean strength. Whoever will be the winner is not necessarily the case."