The Dragon from Hell

"Returning Dragon Hand! It's Returning Dragon Hand!"

Not to mention Zhan Ying, even Wei Donglin, who was watching from the side, widened his eyes in disbelief after seeing the moves Qin Feng used.

Han Nanxing stood in the distance, his fingers trembling slightly: "He actually knows Returning Dragon Hand..."

Wang Dongxiang said proudly: "Now, the identity of the Dragon Lord should be clear, right?"

"All the disciples of Panlong Hall know that Returning Dragon Hand is a move created by the old Dragon Lord. Outsiders can imitate its form, but they cannot imitate its spirit."

"So far, the old Dragon Lord has never taught Returning Dragon Hand to anyone."

"The new Dragon Lord can use Returning Dragon Hand, which means he must be the old Dragon Lord's direct disciple!"

At the same time, Zhan Ying was quite passive in the fight with Qin Feng.

Every time he made a move, he was passively defending under Qin Feng's attack.

Han Nanxing shouted anxiously: "Zhanying! What are you still standing there for? Stop playing cat and mouse games, and kill this villain pretending to be the Dragon Lord!"

"Haha, I didn't expect that you not only stole the Panlong Order, but also imitated the Huilong Hand."

"It seems that the person behind you knows a lot about the Panlong Temple. He is really worthy of death!"

Wang Dongxiang was furious when he heard this: "Elder Han, what do you mean by this?"

"The new Dragon Lord clearly uses the real Huilong Hand, not just a similar one."

"Why do you insist that he is a fake? Don't you have other intentions!"

Han Nanxing did not answer, but The female disciple behind him shouted: "How dare you! Who do you think you are? You dare to point fingers at Elder Han! Are you trying to rebel?"

The female disciple pointed at Qin Feng with a proud face and said: "Elder Han is the closest person to the old Dragon Lord. Can he not recognize what the real Huilong Hand is?"

"Besides, this kid has only learned a few points. Elder Zhan only needs to use a little force to kill him."

"If it is the real Huilong Hand, will he not be able to beat Elder Zhan?"

The female disciple was eloquent and said black and white. She didn't take Wang Dongxiang seriously at all and insisted that Qin Feng was a fake.

Han Nanxing was even more eager to get rid of Qin Feng immediately.

The appearance of the real disciple of the old Dragon Lord meant that all his years of management were in vain.

He must not let a wild boy who suddenly appeared destroy his plan easily!

As for how to explain to the old Dragon Lord if he kills him...

Hehe, as long as all the witnesses present are killed, what to say at that time, won't it all depend on his mouth?

I thought Zhan Ying would be able to take down Qin Feng quickly. Even if Qin Feng could use the Dragon Hand, he was still a young man in his early twenties.

In front of Zhan Ying, he had no chance of winning.

But who knew that Zhan Ying was feeling miserable at this time.

He wanted to kill with one strike, but every move he made was easily avoided by Qin Feng, and at the same time, he used the force to fight back.

And he found that Qin Feng had the ability to kill him directly several times, but he missed the vital points and continued to use the Dragon Hand.

Qin Feng didn't use his full strength at all!

"Zhan Ying! Don't you understand what I say? Do you want to let this villain continue to be arrogant!"

Zhan Ying had already made dozens of moves, but he still couldn't take down Qin Feng, which made Han Nanxing more anxious and kept urging him.

Zhan Ying was more anxious than him, and fought Qin Feng with all his strength, but he was always easily resolved.

In the cat-and-mouse game, he was the mouse.

Feeling a little humiliated, Zhan Ying roared regardless, and punched Qin Feng when he turned around.

"Go to hell!"

But who knew that Qin Feng seemed to have expected this move, and he didn't turn around, but one hand stretched out from his shoulder and grabbed Zhan Ying's fist.

At the same time, the other hand turned mysteriously like a dragon, almost forming a folded posture with the body, and strangled Zhan Ying's throat.

And this time, Zhan Ying himself thought that Qin Feng would let him go and continue to play the cat-and-mouse game.

However...

——Crack!

Zhan Ying felt his throat suddenly tighten, and the intense pain immediately ran through his body from his throat.

He widened his eyes, and the hideous scars on his face seemed to have stretched out at this moment. He looked at Qin Feng, who had his back to him, in disbelief.

"Dragon, Dragon Lord..."

A thick stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. When Qin Feng let go of his hand, Zhan Ying fell straight down and lost his life.

"The last move, Nine-Bend Returning Dragon!"

Wang Dongxiang was so excited that he almost shouted out, his big eyes were particularly bright: "Dragon Lord, is he deliberately showing us the Returning Dragon Hand!"

"The last move of the Returning Dragon Hand, Nine-Bend Returning Dragon, is a fatal move,This is not something that can be imitated! "

"Elder Han, Zhan Ying lost."

Han Nanxing's face turned pale, and he collapsed on the chair when he looked at Zhan Ying's body.

Zhan Ying failed, and the other disciples of the Punishment Hall were controlled by the Wang family and the Wei family. It was impossible to take the Panlong Order from Qin Feng.

He was a little lost, sitting on the chair and muttering: "How could this happen... How could this happen..."

He had been planning for ten years, and when the ten-year agreement was up, he could nominate his nephew to be the Dragon Lord.

But now?

A disciple who suddenly appeared directly ruined his plan.

He hated Qin Feng, and he also hated the old Dragon Lord.

He was obviously his savior, but why didn't he pass the position of Dragon Lord to himself?

Even if he didn't have the talent, he shouldn't have found such a wild boy who didn't know where to ride on his head!

Qin Feng retracted his move, and Wei Jiaxing ignored the pain He immediately stepped forward and handed over a clean tissue.

He took it casually and wiped the blood dripping on his fingers.

During this process, he did not speak, but lowered his head and wiped it very seriously, as if giving everyone time to react.

A group of disciples from the Punishment Hall looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Many of these disciples were later replaced, and the legend of the old Dragon Lord only existed in the mouths of others.

Therefore, they have always respected Han Nanxing in their minds.

But now that the Dragon Lord has appeared, what should these people selected by Han Nanxing do?

Qin Feng didn't care so much. After wiping, he threw the tissue on Zhan Ying's body without even looking at it.

Looking up, the dark pupils were like ink, without any residual warmth.

"Elder Han, can I prove my identity now? "

As he spoke, Qin Feng raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "If you still don't see clearly, I don't mind a few more people to prove myself."

"How?"

"Do you admit it or not?"