Chapter 3 White Tiger Bloodline

"What young king? He is just a waste at the first level of body refining."

Just when everyone was shocked by Bai Fei's appearance, a discordant voice sounded at the scene.

This is the periphery of Xuantian Cemetery, basically some warriors who have reached the Juling Realm.

No one dared to question the strength of Bai Fei, the young king, even at the Juling Realm.

But when everyone saw this person, they all fell silent and stopped talking.

Because everyone knew this person, he was a frequent visitor in Xuantian Cemetery, and his cultivation had long exceeded the Juling Realm, which was stronger than Xiao Zhan. In addition, he had the blood of the White Tiger and was quite powerful. No wonder the warriors around him did not dare to refute.

Bai Fei frowned, glanced at this person, and said coldly: "Whether you are a waste or not is not determined by your words, everything must be based on strength."

"Really? So, you think you are very strong?"

The other party sneered disdainfully.

"You can try."

Even when he was at the first level of body refining, Bai Fei was not afraid of anyone, not to mention that he has now reached the sixth level of body refining, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Unless it is a peak master of the Gathering Spirit Realm, he does not take it seriously at all.

"Try it, I Yang Ling have never been afraid of anyone."

Yang Ling looked down on Bai Fei, so he would not retreat because of Bai Fei's words. He suddenly rushed forward, with a pair of huge fists majestic and shining, and his figure turned into a shadow. He attacked Bai Fei without saying a word.

That strong feeling, looking down from a high place, is like looking at an ant.

In response, Bai Fei did not even look at him straight in the eye. With the golden sword in his hand, he slashed with a sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, like a half-moon scimitar, slashing towards Yang Ling.

The fist and the sword energy collided, and a loud sound immediately broke out.

"Bang!"

A strong wind swept out.

The next second, a shrill scream rang out.

Then, a figure flew out and fell heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone looked closely and gasped.

"Yang Ling was actually beaten out?"

"Yang Ling was defeated?"

"Am I dreaming?"

The cultivators present were whispering, and their eyes changed significantly when they looked at Bai Fei, and they were all shocked.

After all, Yang Ling's strength was obvious to all, but he was easily defeated by Bai Fei. If this was told to others, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"Damn it!"

Yang Ling struggled to get up and looked at his fist, which was already bloody and bloody.

This made his face look very hideous and his eyes cold.

He felt that he had suffered a great humiliation, which made him extremely angry.

At that moment, Yang Ling's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and a roar rolled out of his throat: "Boy, I want you to die!"

Originally, Yang Ling planned to teach Bai Fei a lesson, and wanted to use his name as the young king to increase his popularity.

But now, Bai Fei made him look bad in front of so many people, and he had to kill him to vent his hatred!

"White Tiger Transformation!"

The low roar resounded in Yang Ling's mouth.

The next second, an extremely terrifying aura burst out from his body.

At the same time, huge changes began to occur on the surface of his body.

The originally thin body gradually became strong, and the muscles became developed, like a dragon, full of explosiveness, stimulating people's senses.

Countless white animal hairs appeared on the surface of the skin, and the face was distorted and changed, like a tiger, and there was a "king" on the forehead.

When these changes were completed, Yang Ling's aura suddenly broke through to the seventh level of the Gathering Spirit Realm.

This surprised everyone present, and they all started to communicate.

"Yang Ling has stimulated the white tiger blood in his body!"

"Although his white tiger blood is not pure and quite mottled, it still contains a trace of white tiger blood, and the potential for explosion is still very large."

"The young king may be in trouble!"

"Not necessarily, after all, he is also a young king, maybe he has some special means?"

"It's possible, let's see!"

Many practitioners present were talking at the same time, some people thought that Bai Fei would definitely lose, and some people thought that Bai Fei might not have no means to fight against Yang Ling.

Of course, most people's position was on Yang Ling's side.

After all, although Bai Fei was called the young king, many people had only heard of him but had never seen him, so they didn't know what Bai Fei's true level was.

After the transformation, Yang Ling roared in a low voice, just like a fierce tiger, exuding a fierce breath.

His eyes also revealed a scarlet look, staring at Bai Fei, and said coldly: "Boy, you forced me to do this, now I will send you to the west!"

As soon as the voice fell, with a "swish", Yang Ling disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared in front of Bai Fei, waving his claws and scratching the latter's chest.

Yang Ling's speed was very fast, but Bai Fei's reaction was faster.

He kept a calm expression on his face, and the golden sword in his hand moved slightly, and it was horizontal in front of him.

"Dang!"

A crisp metal collision sounded, and a strong force burst out between the two, forming a recoil gust, which shook Bai Fei's body back.

Yang Ling's eyes changed slightly when he saw this. He never thought that his sharp claw would only push Bai Fei back.

At that moment, Yang Ling roared again and rushed forward, just like a fierce tiger, with a fierce momentum.

"Hmph!"

Bai Fei saw this, his figure flashed, not retreating but advancing. At the same time, the golden sword in his hand was waving quickly, and sword qi crisscrossed and finally shook violently.

All these sword qi gathered together and shot out from the golden sword, forming a golden light cone, exuding a sharp breath, piercing Yang Ling who was rushing towards him.

At that moment, Yang Ling felt a dangerous breath, which made him feel uneasy.

So, he forced himself to change his posture, and quickly retracted his claws that had pounced forward, crossing his arms in front of him, trying to use them to resist the impact of this golden light cone.

Yang Ling's white tiger bloodline did improve his various attributes. If it were someone else, he would probably not be able to break his defense.

It was just a pity that Yang Ling encountered the cheating Bai Fei.

"Swish!"

A crisp piercing sound rang out in the void.

The golden light cone directly pierced Yang Ling's arms and hit his chest hard.

The huge force took Yang Ling away, a distance of more than ten meters, and then with a "bang", the golden light cone exploded directly, and the terrifying energy fluctuations directly blew Yang Ling away another ten meters, and then hit him hard on the ground.