Peerless Martial God

"Remember my words. Now, you can only use the means that you have just cultivated in the hall. In addition, no means are allowed, including the power of the martial arts and the power of the blood. Otherwise, I will personally invite you. Go out." Hou Qinglin said indifferently.

Everyone began to feel their cultivation as a force after hearing Hou Qinglin's words. Sure enough, all the powers were suppressed in Tianwu.

Hou Qinglin let everyone reach a large hall, and arbitrarily choose a kind of magical power to practice. It is fair to everyone. However, he brings the crowd to this illusory fantasy and suppresses everyone’s cultivation to the same level. In the realm, the restricted people can only use the magical means that they have cultivated at the two hours.

The advantage of being a power, the advantage of Wuhun, the advantage of martial arts, all at this moment, Hou Qinglin, he gave everyone a fair battle environment, the advantages of those born in big families are This moment was completely erased. They regarded others as ants. However, the ants in their eyes now have the opportunity to turn over.

"He is really dare!" The crowd sighed, Hou Qinglin actually dared to pick people, giving them a fair illusion, even those who have strong Wuhun and blood power are eliminated.

"If someone says that they rely on the power of the martial arts, they can suppress the use of the martial arts, but the power of the blood is given by the heavens and the earth, why should they be banned, isn't the blood a kind of talent?" Some people questioned, too much, All the advantages are gone.

"Don't you think that others are ants? Since you think so, you obviously have the confidence to do better than the other person under the conditions of the other party. Otherwise, what qualifications are insulting and despising others? Now I will give everyone a chance to prove themselves. Hou Qinglin’s voice is still indifferent and calm, and the faint road: “As for the two teachers of Shihuang and Emperor Huang, they are recruiting disciples. As long as the teacher values, will there be a lack of powerful magical means? It will lack the cultivation that you once owned and that others have never had before. Method? Even, blood can be reshaped, Wuhun can be born again!"

"Blood can be reshaped, Wuhun can be born again!" The crowd heard Hou Qinglin's words tremble, the emperor, as long as he is willing, he can give all the children of the family to his disciples, so what they need is the most Pure, original gift, of course, if someone has a strong blood, strong martial arts, and faded, still genius, of course better.

"Okay, let's get started." Hou Qinglin no longer talked, his body flashed, standing in the sky, watching everyone, whoever violated the rules, he will immediately clean up.

"You just said that the selection of the Emperor Wu’s disciples is fair. The ants are destined to be eliminated.” Lin Feng looked at Yang Ziyan and returned the sentence to the other party, and his footsteps slowly Stepping forward, there is no hesitation.

He has endured this Yang Ziyan for a long time. Now both sides have suppressed the cultivation. He will care about each other and will kill the so-called genius of the Yang family in the illusion of the void and take away the opportunity to become a disciple of the Emperor. It will be very good, this has always been arrogant and contemptuous to look at his people who have been bombarded by him and how traumatized.

"It’s just a practice of fingering. Even if it is suppressed, you are still in front of me. You are still an ant." Yang Ziyan’s breath is blooming, but only Tianwu’s breath, he just cultivated in the hall. The powerful method, unpredictable, can't comprehend all the essence, but he realized that the whole two hours can be regarded as a rhyme of the palm of the hand.

"Today, my ants will step on your head and let you feel the taste of being trampled by cockroaches." Lin Feng smiled on his face, stepping forward, and heading straight toward Yang Ziyan.

Yang Ziyan danced with both hands, as if it was a special seal, as if there was a sacred rhyme in the printing process, and the horror of the screaming sound came out, it was the voice of Wang Yang.

"Water is a soft thing, but if its potential reaches a certain level, it destroys everything and turns into a gas of righteousness." Yang Ziyan said indifferently, the printing method is getting faster and faster, and the sound of slaps is loud, like the mountains and rivers raging. There is nothing to resist when the sky is falling.

"Kill!" Yang Ziyan screamed, screaming, horrible madness, and turned into a weapon of invincibility, rolling towards Lin Feng.

“It’s not awkward!” Lin Feng saw that Yang Ziyan used this terrible magical power, but he only had his god, and there was no such thing as a charm.

"Boom!" The simple palm of the hand patted out into the void, the earth shook and trembled, and the sound of the slap of the slaps continued, and then the sky was filled with water, and Lin Feng’s palm contained a terrible The power of the big force, as if to steal the natural forces of the heavens and the earth, and instantly blend into his power, instantly erupted with terrible power.

This is not the other power, but the real power of heaven and earth.

Yang Ziyan looked stunned, and the terrible anger of Wang Yang turned against him and rushed toward him.

The footsteps went backwards, but he found that his speed was no longer the speed of the past. The horrible wave caught up quickly and slammed on him, making him scream.

"Brother!" Yang Ziyan shouted, but saw the light flashed, Lin Feng's body instantly arrived.

"I will let you understand today, the taste of being trampled by cockroaches."

"Boom!"

Lin Feng was once again slamming out, as if a blue sky had smashed down from the void, and he was stunned by Yang Zi’s body, spurting a blood.

"The ants can still go against the trend, the genius is used to step on!" Lin Feng stepped forward and slammed toward the top of Yang Ziyan, who fell down, letting the surrounding crowds look dull, Lin Feng, he wants to use him. The feet trample on the sable.

"Jiang Ning, hands-on!" Yang Ziyan sighed at Jiang Ning, a stiff look, and then slammed toward Lin Feng, man-made, the horrible atmosphere has already arrived.

"kill!"

Lin Feng screamed, a finger with a mysterious meaning, trembled in the void, and then went forward and assassinated.

"Hey!" An invincible finger-baked bloom, but disappeared instantly, leaving Jiang Ning a stiff look.

"Hey, hehe..." A terrible breath came before Jiang Ning's eyebrows, and Jiang Ning's face was stunned, and the unsettled fingertips seemed to come through the void.

"Hey!" There was no accident. The invincible fingertip penetrated Jiang Ning's brow. Jiang Ning's body suddenly disappeared. Here, it is a void and a fantasy. People do not die. However, this refers to ginger. Ning was expelled from the ranks of the Emperor Wu.

"This kind of waste is also a genius in front of me, ridiculous, but it is hard to bear, ridiculous!" Lin Feng indifferently spit out a voice, voice overbearing, Yang Ziyan and other people look stiff, eyes staring at the now overbearing Lin Feng, his face is extremely ugly.

"Boom!"

A tremorous sound came out, only Lin Feng's foot stepped on Yang Zi's head, letting Yang Zi's body tremble fiercely and spit out blood, but at the moment the injury was second, his heart was even more painful.

The ants who have been despised by him have trampled on the top of their heads. This kind of humiliation, who can understand, this moment, Yang Ziyan can not wait to smash Lin Feng.

"You are high on the top, and now you are trampled on the top of your head by the ants in your mouth. I don't know what it is!" Lin Feng smiled coldly and slammed. Lin Feng's feet stepped on the head of Yang Ziyan again, and Yang Zizhen was shocked to vomit blood. The whole person has been trampled on the snow on the ground by Lin Feng, and the lower body is plunged into it.

Lin Feng’s legs trampled on the top of his head.

"How humble you are when these self-proclaimed geniuses are trampled!"

"Boom!"

A mad tyrant's breath blooms, and Yang Zi's body is directly pressed into the snow, and then Lin Feng's body floats, and the look is still calm and indifferent!

Ps: Today is the fifth, I am really sleepy, sleep, and I will be desperate tomorrow. The brothers will remember to cast flowers and make me tired and happy!

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