Chapter 7: a slap

C_t; Lingwu College, Shanmen Temple. [Super look good]

Yan Feng, Ao Yue and Long You three, condescending, despising Ling Feng, sneer, humiliating the lonely two brothers and sisters.

Ling Feng looks calm, three little farts only, dare to despise him like this, if it is, he can shoot a bunch of slaps.

However, the time is tight, and Ling Qing’s life is on the verge of urgency. !

"I am going to seek medicine, who will stop me, who will I kill!"

Ling Feng’s eyes were cold and his eyes were red.

That is the proud moon, the peak, but only the four-level warrior. With the bronze treasure, they can shoot them.

If you dare to block, then all crush!

"Oh, a waste, dare to talk to us like this, want to die?"

Feng Feng snorted and scorned Ling Feng, said: "What's more, here is Lingwu College, you can enter this smashing waste."

"Oh, if you dare to take another step, it is to provoke the Lingwu Academy, it will kill!"

Ao Yue coldly took a look at Ling Feng, and did not put Ling Feng in his eyes.

Ling Feng looks calm, step by step, and walks out to Lingwu College.

In the red-eyed eyes, there is a cold killing, shining.

"court death!"

Feng Feng and Ao Yue’s face sank, and Ling Feng unexpectedly ignored them, making them instantly angry.

The peak stepped forward, the horizontal resistance in front of Ling Feng, with four hands on his hands, running out, and a slap on the fan.

The air has been stirred for a few times. This is the palm of a four-level martial art. It can tear the flesh and blood.

He laughed and could even imagine that the wind was blown by a slap in the face and the face was torn.

"Small wind, get away!"

Ling Qing's face suddenly changed, hoarse exclamation, struggling, wanting to block this slap for Ling Feng. Full chapter full text

However, she was too weak, and her cold body was stiff, and she could only watch the palm of her hand to Ling Feng, and her anxious flower color was eclipsed.

If it was before, Ling Feng was afraid to lose color, and it was difficult to resist the infuriating of the four-level martial arts. After all, he was a waste that could not be condensed even if it was infuriating.

But now, he is not afraid, even a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Then, in the strange eyes of everyone, Ling Feng raised a hand, with a rapid momentum, slammed into the slap of the peak.

"Little wind, don't!"

Ling Qing is very arrogant, but it is a four-level martial art. Is it that Ling Feng can block it? !

She shuddered, tears and tears, could not bear to see the wind and blood on the spot, do not want Ling Feng died because of her!

"act recklessly!"

The peak of the peak is cold and the corner of the mouth is smashing. This waste is still as impulsive as before.

And the price is death!

"Oh!", the two slaps were printed directly together.

"The sad waste, even dare to confront the peak." Ao Yue sneered and shook his head.

"I am afraid that a slap can burn him alive!" Longyou smiled lightly.

However, the next moment, a strange scene appeared.

Ling Feng did not move, the look was silent, and the peak was a change of face, pale face, mourning, directly slap by the slap.

"咚" is a tremor.

After the peak of the peak, the brain was on the ground, and there was a dull sound and dizziness.

His palms ruptured, and the flesh and blood of the flesh and blood were blurred by the slap of the palm of the hand, and the entire arm fell.

At this moment, his heart was broken and eclipsed. At that moment, it was like being a huge rock.

“Hey?”

Ao Yue and Long You are all a glimpse of the incredible look in their eyes.

"The one that was photographed was the peak?!"

At this moment, they were stunned and looked at the peak of mourning lying on the ground, and the chin was shocked.

How can this be? !

Isn't Lingfeng a waste? The body is weak and can be blown down by a gust of wind.

But what happened now? A slap in the face of the four-level martial arts peak, turned over?

Do not say, the peaks, the three months of the proud moon, that is even Ling Qing is stunned, unbelievable, Ling Feng a palm shot over the peak.

That is a four-level martial art!

"Ling Feng, you are looking for death!"

At this moment, Ao Yue and Long You, woke up from the shock, and looked gloomy.

Immediately, they shouted, fists clenched, and rushed toward Ling Feng, everyone is a four-level martial art.

The four instincts linger on their hands, stirring the air, killing Ling Feng from both directions.

"Hey, slap a slap to kill you all!"

Ling Feng was not afraid, striding forward, slapped out, and swayed like a piece of rock.

" "

He directly greeted the proud moon, picked up a little bit of bronze light, pressed the four instinct a little bit, collapsed, and slammed the proud moon fan out.

"puff"

The corner of the proud moon overflowed with a blood, and the arm was broken. He pulled it down, his face was cold, his sweat was cold, his mouth was sore, his head fell to the ground.

Then, Ling Feng turned around, and a slap in the palm, and the dragon swims all the infuriating, and shouted on the latter's face.

"啪".

The dragon was stunned and his body was smashed and rolled out.

His mouth cracked open, and a blood blew out, and his teeth fell off.

That little face, leaving a bright red palm print, like the Wuzhishan, high uplift.

At this moment, everyone was paralyzed and looked at Ling Feng with shock.

The peaks and the proud moons are very incomparable, and they are unbelievable.

In the middle of the month, what happened in the end, why Lingfeng seems to be reborn, and after three consecutive palms, they are like pigs, even the hands are impossible.

They are all four-level martial artists, so they are so vulnerable? !

"what?"

Ling Qing stunned with a small mouth.

Is this still a weak brother who has to take a few breaths to take a few breaths?

How powerful is it to slap a four-level martial art? !

"If you dare to provoke me again, I will shoot you one by one!"

Ling Feng coldly looked at the peak of the peak, the proud moon, and there was a hint of killing in the eyes.

Three jumper clowns, if not jealous, he has already slapped to death.

At the beginning, he swept the young generation of the holy mountain alone, and he could scare away Tianjiao in one sentence. Who would dare to humiliate? !

"Ling Feng, you don't want to..."

The peaks of the peaks, the fierce light, like a snake, staring at the wind.

However, his voice was directly cut off.

Ling Feng stepped on the peak of the peak, and his chin was trampled off, "嗷呜" the miserable.

Immediately, he glanced at the proud moon and the dragon tour. As a result, both of them were a sly, pale, and the blood was retreating.

Later, Ling Feng smashed the peaks and the proud moon, and licked his neck like a chicken.

He reached out and touched the bottles and jars of the three men, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

"Blood Dan!"

Ling Feng looked like a sudden joy. In that bottle and jar, he actually found a blood-staining Dan. Only the beans were big, the whole body was like blood, and there was a faint burning sensation around them.

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