Chapter 690 Yan Jinghong! First defeat! (1 update)

"Master Feng, what should we do? Should we just wait and see what happens?"

The fat man Huang came close to Feng Yan's ear and whispered.

However, before he could finish his words, Feng Yan had already stepped forward, played with a jade fan in his hand, smiled slightly at Yan Jinghong opposite him and said, "It seems that you are probably the one who worked in the Tianbai Empire." He is called Yan Jinghong, the legend of the empire."

"Hmph, who are you? You dare to meddle in my business? Get out!"

Yan Jinghong's eyes turned cold, and the Ice King Domain erupted again, crushing towards Feng Yan.

The ice cyclone swept from all directions, and the whirlwind with extremely sharp ice was like a giant python with teeth and claws, trying to grind Feng Yan into powder.

"Little...be careful!"

Jiang Xiaofan yelled. Just now, Yan Jinghong used this move and almost killed him. Although those ice lings were only condensed Yuan energy, they were extremely sharp and carried an astonishing cold air.

Once he was stabbed, the cold air invaded his internal organs. If he hadn't been protected by Xuanwu's precious blood, he would have been killed before Ling Feng came over.

"It's not a good habit to take action without saying anything!"

The jade fan in Feng Yan's hand suddenly closed, and then, a jet-black flame flickered from his fingertips, lingering on it and becoming more solid.

"This is……"

Ling Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly remembered the body of the half-step demon king he saw in the Bone Burial Wilderness that day.

The wound on the monster's head and the black marks on the ground were accompanied by the smell of black flames.

Because of practicing "Flame Swallowing Technique", Ling Feng could clearly sense that this was not a strange fire, but a power formed by practicing some special martial arts, and the destructive power of this power was no less than ordinary. Strange fire!

It turned out to be him!

Ling Feng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Although Ling Feng realized that this Feng Yan was no ordinary person, he didn't expect that he was the terrifying existence who could kill the half-step demon king in one move!

This time, I'm afraid Yan Jinghong will suffer a big loss.

"Uh-huh!"

A jet-black finger force shot out. Wherever it passed, the ice whirlwind inspired by Yan Jinghong seemed to be burned by the jet-black flames. In an instant, all the whirlwinds disappeared out of thin air and turned into one. The black dragon with its head fought back towards Yan Jinghong.

"What!"

Yan Jinghong's pupils shrank suddenly. This was the first time that someone had cracked his Ice King Domain and could use his own moves to attack him in turn.

"Well!"

With a splash of blood, Yan Jinghong groaned, and Feng Yan's finger pierced his palm. The dark flame seemed to want to erode his body, which scared him so much that he quickly activated the Ice Emperor's Qi to freeze the flames. flame.

That finger...

"Prisoning Heaven's Finger!" Yan Jinghong stared at Feng Yan and shouted: "You are Feng Yan of the Heavenly Saint Empire!"

"Didn't I say it? It's not a good habit to rush into action without even saying hello." Feng Yan raised his eyebrows, "How could I tell you that I am Feng Yan without even asking?"

Yan Jinghong's complexion suddenly turned livid, and he stared at Feng Yan with hatred in his heart.

If he hadn't been careless, he wouldn't have been injured so easily by Feng Yan's Heaven-Prisoning Finger.

Their strength is almost between the same. Even if they each have their own strengths and weaknesses, they are mostly just a hair's breadth apart.

In this case, a little carelessness may put your life in danger.

Fortunately, he discovered Feng Yan's power in time and used the Ice Emperor's true energy to protect his body, otherwise it would not be as simple as having his palm pierced through.

"So strong!"

Ling Feng frowned deeply. The arrogant Yan Jinghong actually suffered such a big loss in Feng Yan's hands.

In the Eastern Spiritual Territory, there are indeed many geniuses. Within the Tianbai Empire, among his peers, almost no one can compare with Yan Jinghong. However, looking at the entire Eastern Spiritual Territory, Yan Jinghong's talent is not that exaggerated. .

Jiang Xiaofan was even more stunned. He tried his best to see the move he could resist, but this guy named Feng Yan easily broke it with one finger.

How many such monsters are there in this world?

Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit: I'm not strong enough! Far from enough!

"Hon, don't think that you are invincible just because you are doing well in the Tianbai Empire."

When Fatty Huang saw that everyone was shocked by Feng Yan's strength, he immediately stood up with his chest raised and laughed loudly: "We, Young Master Feng, are the strongest geniuses. Get out of here!"

"Today's humiliation will be repaid twice as much tomorrow!"

Yan Jinghong glared at Fatty Huang, then looked at Ling Feng and sneered: "Live your last days well, you won't be able to jump around for long!"

After saying that, Yan Jinghong's figure turned into a white light and disappeared instantly with a "swish".

Ever since he was young, Yan Jinghong has been surrounded by countless auras, and he has never been defeated head-on like he is today.

Although he was just careless for a moment, it already made him feel humiliated.

Even if he unites with Shen Lang, he is not without the ability to fight Feng Yan, but for Yan Jinghong, who has the best face, he can no longer stay here.

Especially in front of those weak people whom he completely looked down upon, he couldn't afford to lose this person!

"Hey..." Shen Lang sighed softly, picked up the wine bottle and drank a few sips, then shook his head and murmured to himself: "This guy is really not a good teammate. He runs away as soon as he says it and completely ignores his teammates. life and death."

"I think you have misunderstood. I have no intention of attacking you."

Feng Yan shook his head and smiled, and began to play with the jade fan in his hand again, "Please do as you please. The Lost City is a land without an owner, and Tiandan Pavilion also has its share. If you want to enter it to search for opportunities, There’s no need to take it into account.”

"Oh?" Shen Lang's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he laughed and said, "I have heard for a long time that Feng Yan of the Tiansheng Empire is a humble gentleman. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation. So, thank you brother Feng!"

"You haven't asked me your brother's name yet?"

"I am Shen Lang, from the Tianlong Empire." Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

Feng Yan raised his fist and saluted Shen Lang, and laughed loudly: "It turns out to be Brother Shen! Haha..."

Ling Feng saw all this and couldn't help but touch the bridge of his nose. As a peerless evildoer, to be as graceful, gentle and polite as he is, he can be called a humble gentleman.

In Ling Feng's opinion, Feng Yan's attitude was sincere and his every move didn't look like he was pretending at all.

Such people are not unavailable, but they are definitely as rare as rare animals. However, in the world of martial arts, such people may die relatively quickly.

And this Feng Yan can actually practice all the way to this point, but still maintains a pure heart. The existence of this guy can be regarded as a miracle.