Metropolitan Super Deity

Ling Fei walked back to the inn, his keen intuition made him frown.

"Come out, hiding, what do you want to do?"

When the words fell, several figures walked out of the shadows.

"Hehehe, he deserves to be the one who won the third-rate sect's victory in the battle, and he really had two chances."

"Four ghosts of Qishan?"

Ling Fei's face was a little moved, and the other party was obviously more surprised than him.

"You actually know who we are? Okay, boy, your eyesight is really good."

Seeing the other party confessed, Ling Fei's expression became a little more solemn.

The four ghosts of Qishan are well-known killers in the Great Chu Empire. The strength of the four ghosts is in the early stage of the transformation of gods. According to legend, the four ghosts are quadruplets. The sight and senses of the four people can be integrated in the first time. One.

Therefore, the strength of the four people together is multiplied.

It is said that these four people once worked together to kill a monk in the middle of the Mahayana.

"Can you tell me who sent you here? Prince Yong's Mansion? Still."

"Zhuzha, I didn't think that your kid was bold enough to even dare to offend people in Prince Yong's Mansion. But it doesn't hurt to tell you, let you be a ghost. The one who sent us to kill you was Shao Lu from the Shenwu Emperor's Palace. Xun! When you are in hell, don't sue us in front of the king. You are wronged and the debtor is the owner. If you want to blame, you should blame you for your low life!"

Ling Fei's face was extremely indifferent, and his eyes looked at the four ghosts, as if looking at the dead.

"Fate is not cheap, it's not your decision."

After that, Ling Fei's momentum skyrocketed instantly.

Wan Yuan's own birth and the Mad Demon Burning Body Jue made his strength reach the mid-Mahayana level in an instant.

"What? You are actually a Mahayana monk?"

"No, run away!"

Ling Fei's eyes were cold, transforming into scarlet cross dragon pupils.

"Want to escape, can you escape?"

After he said, his heart moved, and the figure of the four ghosts that had just floated out instantly settled in mid-air, and then exploded into four clusters of blood mist, showing a coquettish beauty under the shining of the stars.

Ling Fei's hand was gently grasped in the void, and all the blood of these four people was absorbed by him, and the energy was streamlined to become Ling Fei's nourishment.

"Lu Shaoxun, it seems that between you and me, it is destined to have a life and death battle."

One night’s time passed quickly, and then, it had arrived at the middle and third-rate sects. Among the upper and third-rate sects of the Great Chu Empire, there was only one Shenwu Emperor’s Palace. Lu Shaoxun who can challenge Shenwu Imperial Palace.

In the first game, Ling Fei played against a fifth-class disciple named Zhao Lei.

"You're the Ling Fei who got out of the lower third-rate sect? It doesn't seem to be the case. I really don't know why those people were defeated by you. But your good luck ends here. Lord Lei, I will send you down right away to let you know that a third-rate person will always be a third-rate person."

Ling Fei didn't say anything. With a little tiptoe, people had already arrived in front of Zhao Lei. At the same time, he played a Fa Jue Hakata.

This kind of exercise can condense the true energy on the fist, release it in an instant, and hit someone on the body. There will be a burst of air.

"Humph! Do you think that with your little tricks, you can hardly beat me?"

Zhao Lei smiled disdainfully, and quickly formed seals with his hands, and a wooden shield immediately appeared in front of him.

Ling Fei's wave fist hit the wooden shield and burst with a bang, but did not explode the wooden shield.

The wood-attribute tactics cycle endlessly, the vitality is the most tenacious!

However, the smile on Zhao Lei's face had not been happy for two seconds, the air wave in Ling Fei's hand suddenly burst, and then the second and third waves of wave fist, the fourth wave of wave fist, until the fifth wave. Dao wave fist, the wooden shield was completely shattered, Zhao Lei was shocked, ready to go backwards, but I don't know when, but his feet were restrained by the earth element.

This is the earth binding technique, a small spell of the lower rank of the earth.

Zhao Lei was able to break free, and it didn't do much to him in normal times, but it was different today because this earth-binding technique delayed him by one second.

In the next moment, Hakata smashed his face fiercely, and the air exploded, making his handsome face a little distorted.

"Ahhhhh."

Before he could finish his words, Ling Fei swept across the army with a single stroke, hitting his waist with a thigh, kicking him out of the ring on the spot.

"Autumn Wind Valley Ling Fei, win!"

Ling Fei glanced at Lu Shaoxun on the high platform, turned around and got off the ring, without any sloppyness, and unrestrainedly made the young disciples excited.

If they hadn't watched Fu Zixun surrounding Ling Fei's side, they might have walked forward and asked warmly. But even so, many people are secretly winking.

It's a pity that Ling Fei won't like their vulgar fans.

Ling Fei’s fighting speed is very fast, but the fighting speed of others is relatively slower. It is often that after he finishes a fight, the other person can win the ring, and when Ling Fei goes up again, it is fast and the enemy is in seconds. Therefore, the promotion is like a broken bamboo.

"Autumn Wind Valley Lingfei, win! Advance to the top sixteen!"

"Autumn Wind Valley Ling Fei, win! Promote to the quarterfinals!"

"Autumn Wind Valley Ling Fei, win! Advance to the semi-finals!"

"Autumn Wind Valley Ling Fei, win! Promote to the top two!"

At the end, the disciple who competed with Ling Fei for second place, when he watched Ling Fei from the audience, his eyes went blank.

This is really a monster, whoever meets him will be unlucky.

When he came on stage, he smiled awkwardly.

"Well, Senior Brother Ling has a high level of cultivation, and I admire him. I know I can't beat Senior Brother Ling. I also ask Senior Brother Ling to be merciful and give me a little face."

"Try your best."

Ling Fei spit out these two words indifferently, with a little tiptoe~www.readwn.com~ with an unmatched force on her body, bursting towards the other party.

The disciple showed a wry smile, is this his subordinates showing mercy?

He was helpless, he had to resist with luck all over, and was kicked off the ring by Ling Fei. He didn't suffer much from the injury, but his face didn't look good.

It's no wonder Ling Fei, they used a lot of zhenqi all the way, and suffered some injuries, but Ling Fei was different. This guy was in full condition throughout the whole process and was in his peak state.

"Autumn Wind Valley Ling Fei, win! Autumn Wind Valley won the middle and third sects and won the qualification to challenge Shenwu Imperial Palace.

Everyone looked at Ling Fei in different eyes.

No one thought that a small Baliu sect could cultivate such a disciple against the sky, easily, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo, and he would be qualified to challenge the Emperor's Palace of Shenwu!

Could it be said that this little eight-liu sect still wants to be promoted to a third-rate sect?

God, isn't this a joke?