Ancient True Dragon Art

"boom"

Qin Feng stood there without dodge or avoid.

Was hit hard by this **** fan.

"Great!"

"This guy is looking for death. In this God Fan Demon Formation, gravity is constrained. His body can't stand it at all. There may not even be a trace of movement. This kid is dead!"

"Yeah, this guy is looking for death!"

Amidst the dust, a group of people from the fan gang looked at Qin Feng's location, all showing a look of ecstasy, and they kept shouting.

Compared with the people of the **** fan gang, the complexion of the Zhao family and his party couldn't help but change.

But at this moment, a lazy voice came out slowly from the dust:

"Well, this strength is not enough!"

"what?!"

"He is still alive?!"

"Damn it, shoot!"

The people of the God Fan Gang stunned for a moment, then screamed frantically, and fiercely tried to shoot again.

"boom!"

A huge vigor flew out from the dust quickly, and this vigor formed a fist several meters in size, like a hill, and burst out.

Wherever they went, suddenly, several people who fanned this line of gods were crushed into pieces of meat by this small mountain of fists, and in the midst of flying again, almost killed...

"Peng!"

Until Qin Feng beheaded the last person, the surrounding dust slowly dispersed.

Hunting in the robe, Qin Feng stood there without even a trace of scars, as if it was not him who was besieged by the crowd just now.

"This God Fan Demon Formation does have some strength!"

Qin Feng sighed secretly as he moved his muscles slightly.

Although this so-called God Fan Gang did not know what kind of power it was, he was certain that it was not too powerful, but the God Fan Demon Formation that was being used made him a little interested.

Just now Qin Feng relied on his physical strength to resist it abruptly.

However, there was only a slight pain in the body.

These days, in the Desert of Death, the benefits of tempering the flesh with the power of wind and sand have gradually become prominent.

"Thank you for your help!"

Looking at this group of terrifying **** fan gangs, they were easily beheaded by Qin Feng. For a while, the Zhao family couldn't help feeling sluggish. After a while, Uncle Zhao first reacted and said to Qin Feng gratefully.

"I just passed by!"

Qin Feng waved his hand and said.

"The benefactor is planning to go to Yuebai City?"

Looking at Qin Feng, Zhao Shu asked with curiosity on his face.

"Well, yes, I just passed through this death desert and just arrived at the white city of Moon!"

Qin Feng nodded and said.

"Wear... through the desert of death?!"

Qin Feng's few words changed Zhao Shu's face severely.

Everyone obviously understands the horror of the Desert of Death, but they did not expect that the seemingly weak young man in front of him could walk out of the Desert of Death forcibly, which made Uncle Zhao more horrified at Qin Feng’s strength. stand up.

However, in this horror, there is a touch of surprise:

"Benefactor, we are the members of the Zhao family in Yuebai City, and I am the steward of the Zhao family. Benefactor, if you don't dislike it, please let my Zhao family do the friendship of a landlord!"

There was a hidden expectation in Uncle Zhao's voice.

Although Qin Feng had vaguely guessed the other party's thoughts, at this time, when he came to Yuebai City for the first time, he also needed a knowledgeable person, so he nodded without refuting:

"Alright, then please."