The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng has become accustomed to seeing the other party take action when they can't win the argument.

Since he came to this world and met these awakened people who claimed to be destined by heaven, he has heard too many remarks that ordinary bones cannot enter the immortal gate, and he has refuted them several times, but the result is the same every time.

In fact, even these awakened people themselves can't explain why ordinary bones cannot enter the immortal gate, why ordinary bones are inferior to practitioners with spiritual bones.

Obviously, many of them were just ordinary people before awakening.

But after having an extra bone, they gradually forgot where they came from, and even hated their past.

This is more shameful than the innate arrogance of those born with spiritual bones. People who forget their roots will not have the Tao.

He originally wanted to play with Wang Heng more, because he also wanted to see what the practice method of Lingxu Sect is like.

Although Wang Heng is not an elite, he must have something extraordinary to become an inner disciple.

But he has changed his mind now, because the other party is not worthy.

"Draw the sword? Is it necessary?" He stood still.

But his disdain turned into cowardice in Wang Heng's eyes: "Haha, I almost forgot that you are a mortal bone, you can't use the immortal sword at all. You dare not draw the sword, are you afraid of showing your cowardice?"

Qin Feng smiled but said nothing.

The more indifferent he was, the more annoyed Wang Heng was.

Why does a mortal bone act like a master in front of him?

Looking for death!

On the ring, as long as you don't shout to admit defeat, the ring will not open, unless the other one is completely defeated.

And the condition of this "complete defeat" is either complete loss of consciousness or... death.

A murderous intent flashed in Wang Heng's eyes, and his body was wrapped in the sharpness of the moonlight. The spirit bone on his lower back lit up, and his spirit power was full in an instant.

Someone outside saw this scene and shouted excitedly: "Do it! Senior Brother Wang Heng, kill him!"

In front of so many people, shouting for one person to kill another person.

All the people present were cultivators who claimed to be righteous, but no one stopped them, and no one even stood up to say what was wrong.

Such a sect was wrong in itself.

And what Qin Feng had to do was to correct this mistake.

With a flash of inspiration, Wang Heng had already started, and Qin Feng had no intention of drawing his sword.

He didn't need to draw his sword, and he didn't even need to start.

——Buzz!

But in a moment, Qin Feng exuded a strong aura.

The moment Wang Heng approached, this aura oppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.

And his sword didn't touch Qin Feng's clothes after all. He only felt a figure flashing in front of him. He couldn't even catch the trace of this figure, but he felt a fierce burning in his internal organs.

Looking down, he saw a hole in his lower abdomen.

But in the blink of an eye, his body was like a deflated ball, and the originally abundant spiritual power began to rush out.

The hand holding the sword began to tremble, and the spiritual sword that had already recognized its master lost its brilliance in an instant, because the owner of the sword no longer had the ability to use it.

Qin Feng stood still, and there was a pool of blood at his feet, in which a glowing bone lay quietly.

Without turning his head, he said to the people behind him: "Since you have forgotten the way here, I will help you remember it."

As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling white light appeared around him and Wang Heng.

When the white light dissipated, both of them returned to the center of the venue.

The people of Lingxu Sect rushed forward, including the two elders who led the team, and even the deputy head of the highest seat jumped up from the chair.

A disciple of Lingxu Sect rushed up with a sword, pointing the blade at Qin Feng, with a bloodshot eye: "You dare to peel off my junior brother's spiritual bones!"

Yes, but in an instant, Wang Heng's spiritual bones were gone.

Even most of the people outside did not see how Qin Feng did it, at least these disciples of Lingxu Sect did not.

So they gnashed their teeth and looked at Qin Feng as if they were looking at the monsters in the demon world, or at the murderer of their father.

They insisted that Qin Feng must have used some unknown secret means, otherwise he would never have been able to defeat Wang Heng, let alone destroy Wang Heng's spirit bones in the blink of an eye.

The so-called "secret means" naturally refers to the evil arts of the demon world, because apart from the evil arts of the demon world, they couldn't think of how Qin Feng, a mortal, could destroy Wang Heng's spirit bones in the blink of an eye.

Qin Feng sneered at the words: "So you have seen my methods before?"

Several people were stunned: they really hadn't seen it.

"Since you haven't seen my methods, and don't know my cultivation, why do you think I can't defeat him?"

Qin Feng was telling the truth, but several people almost blurted out: "You are aMortal bones, how could it be possible..."

Yes, just because he was a mortal bone, even though they had never met, Wang Heng was murderous and wanted to kill him to "seek justice" for the disciples of the immortal sect.

However, Qin Feng was too lazy to argue with them, and just said lightly: "All the arenas are supervised by the elders of the immortal sect. This competition is not only watched by you, but also by the predecessors of the immortal sect. They know better than you whether I used evil magic or not."

"As for why you asked me to destroy his spiritual bones..."

Qin Feng paused, swept across the angry faces, and said: "I just thought, why not? "

Anyway, the rules of the arena are that life and death are at your own risk. He didn't kill Wang Heng, but only destroyed his spirit bones. What's wrong with that?

In comparison, Wang Heng wanted to kill Qin Feng, a person he had never met and had no grudges against. Qin Feng's actions were already very merciful.

He just wanted Wang Heng to see himself clearly.

Zhu Xing had already come down, standing in front of Qin Feng calmly, facing the group of indignant disciples, and looked at the elder of Lingxu Sect indifferently: "Elder Zhao, are you going to continue to let your disciples mess around?"

He looked expressionlessly at the elder who examined Wang Heng's injuries. Elder Zhao also raised his head, but he was not as angry as other disciples.

Elder Zhao did not respond, but looked up at the deputy sect master above.

Although the deputy sect master stood up excitedly, his brows were furrowed at this moment, but in the end he just shook his head, signaling them not to be impulsive.

"Take Wang Heng away. "Elder Zhao spoke, signaling the disciples to withdraw.

"Elder Zhao..."

"I said, withdraw!" Elder Zhao was timid, but his eyes were fixed on Qin Feng: "Wang Heng is not as skilled as others, take him back to heal his wounds first."

No matter how unconvinced the other disciples were, Qin Feng did not violate the rules of the arena.

It was the same as yesterday when Sang Cancan almost killed Lin Quansheng.

As long as you don't violate the rules, life and death are your own responsibility.

At the end, Elder Zhao looked at Qin Feng deeply and didn't say a word.