Extract Impurities, Bedbugs Become Real Dragons

"Lin Feng, you are right, what His Majesty asked me to bring is indeed not this spiritual weapon."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Han Feiyu said in a deep voice, "What Your Majesty asked me to bring this time is an eighth-level spiritual weapon."

boom!

Han Feiyu's voice was not loud, but it suddenly exploded in the crowd.

An eighth-level spiritual weapon is very precious.

Even some big forces can't produce an eighth-order spiritual weapon.

But in exchange for a qualification to enter the Diyang Secret Realm, the royal family took out an eighth-level spiritual weapon.

I have to say that the royal family's move this time is indeed very generous.

"Lin Feng, if such a precious eighth-level spiritual weapon really fell into your hands, wouldn't it be a waste?"

At this time, Han Feiyu said again: "I'll give you a seventh-order spiritual weapon, it's already very good!"

"Furthermore, the Diyang Secret Realm originally belonged to the royal family. Now that the royal family wants to enter the Diyang Secret Realm, they still need to pay treasures. What's the reason?"

Han Feiyu shook his head, and continued: "Lin Feng, I must enter the Diyang Secret Realm today."

"No matter who comes, it can't be stopped."

After finishing speaking, Han Feiyu put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards Diyang Secret Realm.

As for the crowd, they took the initiative to disperse on both sides, making way for them.

After all, Han Feiyu was sent by the royal family, and they dare not offend.

"Han Feiyu is sent by the royal family, even Mr. Lin, he doesn't dare to offend too much."

"After all, Han Feiyu is a martial artist of the seventh rank of the Spiritual Ancestor Realm, and he was sent by the royal family. Even if Mr. Lin wanted to stop him, he would be powerless."

"Facing a martial artist of the seventh level of the Spiritual Ancestor Realm, Mr. Lin is probably helpless."

The crowd spoke one after another, discussing in low voices.

However, when Han Feiyu was about to enter the Diyang Secret Realm, Lin Feng had already appeared outside the Diyang Secret Realm, blocking Han Feiyu's way.

"Lin Feng, what do you mean? Do you have to ask me to take action?"

Seeing that Lin Feng hadn't moved at all, Han Feiyu immediately lowered his face and said in a cold voice, "Since you're looking for death, you can't blame me!"

After finishing speaking, Han Feiyu directly punched Lin Feng.

Boom!

The power of terror erupted suddenly.

The people around were stunned and backed away.

But the thirty-eight armored iron dragon scales on Lin Feng's body shone with a faint brilliance, blocking all of Han Feiyu's attacks.

"This is the armored iron dragon dragon scale?!" Han Feiyu frowned slightly, and the expression on his face couldn't help being a little dignified.

He is at the seventh level of the Spiritual Ancestor Realm.

Even a martial artist at the sixth level of the Spiritual Ancestor Realm couldn't stop his punch.

But now, Lin Feng blocked his attack calmly.

Ho ho!

At this time, a low growl sounded like a dragon and an elephant suddenly resounded.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng's fist came to Han Feiyu's body.

"Not good!" Han Feiyu's pupils trembled suddenly, trying to dodge.

But he found that his body was extremely heavy as if filled with lead.

The surrounding space is completely locked.

The speed of time also slowed down by one time.

This greatly affected Han Feiyu's speed.

And Lin Feng's fist landed on him at this moment.

Boom!

The power of terror erupted suddenly.

Han Feiyu vomited blood, and flew upside down.

"The champion of martial arts, Han Feiyu, was blown away by Young Master Lin?!"

"This... how is this possible? Is Mr. Lin's punch already so powerful?"

"If it was an ordinary seventh-level martial artist in the Spiritual Ancestor Realm, I'm afraid he would have been killed by Mr. Lin's punch."

The throats of the crowd squirmed, and they swallowed hard.

In their hearts, they were even more shocked.

Of course, the most surprising one was naturally Han Feiyu.

Han Feiyu never thought that Lin Feng's strength was so powerful.

Even the three seventh-order defensive spiritual weapons wrapped around him have been smashed by Lin Feng's punch!

"Damn it, is this really the power of a third-rank Xuanzong realm warrior?" Han Feiyu sighed secretly as he looked at the three seventh-rank spiritual weapons that had been smashed to pieces.

If it weren't for the three seventh-order spiritual weapons that helped him block Lin Feng's punch just now.

He might have been punched to death by Lin Feng now!

"It seems that I have to use all my strength." Han Feiyu gritted his teeth, not daring to neglect.

His hands swiftly formed seals, and quickly condensed a river that stretched thousands of miles.

In this river, there is an extremely powerful dao rhyme.

It seems that as long as you fall into it, you will completely fall.

"Lin Feng, this is Jiuyou Tianhe. Back then, I relied on this trick to overwhelm all the heroes and win the position of champion of martial arts."

The corners of Han Feiyu's mouth raised, and he grinned and said, "Today, I will use Jiuyou Tianhe to send you back to the west!"

After the words fell, Jiuyou Tianhe had already fallen towards Lin Feng.

chi chi!

The Milky Way flows backwards, and the sound of water resounds through the sky.

Wherever it passes, everything is swallowed up in an instant.

Even Lin Feng was submerged in it!

"Lin... Mr. Lin was submerged by the Jiuyou Tianhe?!"

"Mr. Lin's generation of arrogance, can he only fall under the Jiuyou Tianhe in the end?"

"At the beginning, Han Feiyu used Jiuyou Tianhe to win the position of champion of martial arts. Today's move is repeated, and Mr. Lin can't resist it."

The crowd secretly shook their heads and sighed.

Even if Lin Feng is a generation of geniuses, he can only fall under the Jiuyou Tianhe in the end.

chi chi!

At this time, a terrifying coercion erupted in the entire Jiuyou Tianhe.

This coercion directly shook Jiuyou Tianhe into two halves.

And Lin Feng is in the center of Jiuyou Tianhe!

"This... is this the coercion of the emperor?!" Han Feiyu's pupils trembled slightly, staring at Lin Feng in the center of the Jiuyou Tianhe, and said in a trembling voice: "He... how could he have such a powerful coercion of the emperor? !"

Han Feiyu never expected that the Jiuyou Tianhe, which he condensed with all his strength, would emerge.

Not only didn't Lin Feng get hurt at all, he was also split in two by Lin Feng's pressure from the emperor.

What kind of terrifying strength is this? !

Boom!

The deafening cracking sound suddenly resounded.

Lin Feng condensed the thread of spiritual energy, the power of the dragon elephant, and the power of blood into his fist, and punched Jiuyou Tianhe with one punch.

At this moment, the entire Jiuyou Tianhe quickly turned into dust and dissipated into the void.

Lin Feng continued unabated, and his fists fell directly on Han Feiyu.

"Not good!" Han Feiyu was sweating coldly, and wanted to turn around and run away.

But the situation just now happened again.

He is heavy.

The surrounding space is locked.

The flow of time is doubled.

His speed has been greatly affected.

And Lin Feng's fist gradually enlarged in front of Han Feiyu's eyes, and finally landed on Han Feiyu's body.

Boom!

The air wave swept through.

Before Han Feiyu could scream out, he was already swallowed by the terrifying force.

When everything returned to calm, Han Feiyu was already bloody and completely lost his vitality.