Peerless Martial Soul

They were full of regrets, regrets should not offend Chen Feng.

The six brothers of the Shen family, except for Shen Qingyu and Shen Tongguang who were seriously injured and dying at this time, the triumphant smiles of those other people were completely frozen on their faces.

The loud clamor seems to be still echoing, and their expressions are already frozen there.

The triumphant color on his face had not dissipated before it had turned into a strong fear.

Shen Yangxu was most terrified at this time, because he had seen Chen Feng's greatness, and he was also dealt with fiercely by Chen Feng.

At this time, her body trembled violently.

He felt that every part of his body was aching.

The painful feeling of being beaten by Chen Feng that day rushed like a tide, and instantly swept her, making him even more terrified.

He fell from the chair and looked at Chen Feng with loud noises.

However, he couldn't say a word.

A bright smile appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, looking at the sky, and whispering to himself: "I feel that I don't need to practice other martial arts at all."

"If there is any enemy, just hit it with one punch."

"Under the huge force of 12 billion catties, everything is destroyed!"

Of course, Chen Feng knew that this was just a joke.

At this time, Chen Feng was also panting violently, his chest was ups and downs, and his face was pale.

At this time, the twelve ancient golden dragon shadows in his dantian had faded and were almost invisible.

Even his dantian was in pain.

The whole body meridians are almost broken every inch!

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth: "This is the consequence of using twelve ancient golden dragons one after another, that 12 billion catties of force!"

"Now I can use it twice in a row at most."

"When I used it for the second time, I had already tried my best."

"For the third time, it is estimated that if I hit with this punch, my cultivation base will also be abolished, and the whole dantian will explode."

"Although I can use this 12 billion jin of power now, it is far from being able to volatilize at will!"

At this time, Chen Feng was full of expectations for casting his tyrannical supreme fighting body.

After the battle body is built, then you can hit 12 billion catties with every gesture!

Whatever you do, you have the power you have now!

At this moment, Chen Feng suddenly turned his head to look somewhere in the crowd.

And feeling his gaze, suddenly, with a sigh, the people there stepped aside to make a clearing.

It also made people see a person standing in the middle of the clearing.

It is Cheng Junai.

Cheng Junai stood there with a pale face and a sifting body. Seeing Chen Feng looking at him, he trembled and his eyes were filled with despair.

Chen Feng looked at him: "Your name is Cheng Junai, right?"

"just now……"

His hand vacantly waved twice in the air: "Does your face hurt?"

In an instant, Cheng Jun'ai's complexion changed from pale to flush, everyone's eyes fell on him, and a sound of mockery suddenly sounded.

"Cheng Junai was completely beaten this time."

"Yeah, he is still jumping up and down there, provoke Chen Feng, as everyone knows, in Chen Feng's eyes, he is a clown."

"Yes, Chen Feng doesn't even bother to be slapped in the face at all. He doesn't even bother to slap him in the face. He is not qualified to be slapped by Chen Feng.

"Yes, but he just wanted to get in there. If that's the case, then Chen Feng will make it difficult to slap him in the face!"

"Haha, I played several times in a row, one time is not enough, I have to get together and be beaten again!"

"This Cheng Junai is really a cheap bone!"

Cheng Junai stood there, bowed his head, trembling all over, and didn't know if he was angry or scared.

He felt that he had lost his face, and every word of these slapped his face like a slap in the face, making him want to find a place to sew in.

But now, obviously, the more important and more important thing to solve than the facial problem is his life.

Because, he saw that Chen Feng had slowly walked towards him.

Extreme fear flashed in his eyes, and he shrank back, trying to hide in the crowd.

At the same time, he lowered his head and kept looking forward in a low voice in his heart: "Don't see me, don't see me, don't come to me, don't come to me."

But where does he retreat?

Everyone retreated in other directions, always leaving him out, leaving him alone there.

Finally, he couldn't retreat.

Because at this time Chen Feng had already come to him.

Chen Feng looked at him with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

He just stood here and didn't speak, but he seemed to have infinite pressure and pressed against Cheng Junai.

The pressure was severely suppressed, causing Cheng Junai to tremble with fear.

He looked at Chen Feng, raised his head with fear in his eyes, and then quickly lowered his head.

Chen Feng still didn't speak, still looking at him like that.

Cheng Junai's forehead was sweating profusely, and he felt that his head was not clear, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to have a mental breakdown.

Finally, he could no longer bear the huge pressure.

His heart was full of fear, and he knew that Chen Feng would kill him soon.

With a plop, his legs softened, and he fell directly to his knees, kowtowing and crying: "Chen Feng, please, please, please, don't kill me!"

Chen Feng looked at him, smiled and said, "Now I know to beg for mercy? Why was it so arrogant just now?"

"Just now, so arrogant, wasn't you?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I look down on people, please forgive me!"

"Don't be familiar with me, just let me as a fart!"

He was there, crying and begging, his posture was already low in the dust.

Chen Feng laughed loudly: "Take you as a fart?"

"Sorry, you are not as good as a fart in front of me!"

He knelt down and patted Cheng Junai's face lightly.

Smiled and said, "Does it hurt to be hit?"

"It hurts! It hurts to death." Cheng Junai trembled.

Chen Feng's voice was leisurely: "I wanted to hit you in the face once or twice, but I didn't expect it, but you have to take your own humiliation and send your face up again and again for me to hit."

"If I didn't fight, I would be too sorry for you. Are you right?"

Cheng Junai was already trembling with fright, his face was pale and sweat was like rain, but he couldn't say a word.

At this time, Chen Feng's expression became colder, and suddenly his palm slowly fell, and a palm was slapped on the top of his head.

Suddenly, Cheng Junai trembled violently, and the words of begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

He stared at Chen Feng blankly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Then, the look in those eyes gradually disappeared.