Immemorial Dragon Elephant Art

"Saint Ziheng!!"

"The powerhouse of the Holy Spirit Race of Ten Thousand Races!! This person is a powerhouse at the Emperor Sect level!!"

...

When someone exclaimed after seeing the cultivator who shot, the identity of this cultivator is really extraordinary.

It came from the Holy Spirit Race.

The first race of all ethnic groups.

The grievances between Lin Feng and Wanzu are very deep.

When the ten thousand tribes invaded Kyushu, it was Lin Feng who contacted all the forces.

Stop all races.

It caused heavy losses to the major races of all ethnic groups.

If not for Lin Feng.

Kyushu might have already fallen.

Therefore, all clans and clans hated Lin Feng deeply.

Of course, this Saint Ziheng doesn't necessarily know Lin Feng.

after all.

The Holy Spirit Race is very large, and the Holy Spirit Race monks who came to Kyushu at the beginning were only a part of the Holy Spirit Race monks, and they were almost wiped out.

It is estimated that there are not many Holy Spirit monks who have seen Lin Feng.

This cultivator shot, just simply wanted to steal the twelve-day dry flag from Lin Feng's hands.

"Humph!"

Lin Feng's expression suddenly sank, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He waved his right hand.

The twelve-day dry flag flew out immediately.

Then.

The twelve-day dry flag swayed in the void.

The Twelve Days of Dry Flag was suddenly swept away in the void.

Immediately.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, water, fire, hail, etc.

Various terrorist forces swept out.

All of them rushed towards Sheng Ziheng.

...

"Um?". Sheng Ziheng frowned slightly.

The power of the twelve-day dry flag made him feel a little dangerous.

certainly.

Sheng Ziheng is powerful, he is extremely confident in himself, and believes that he can defuse the attack of the twelve days of dry flags.

He shot three palms in a row.

boom! boom! boom!

Three hits in a row.

His attack collided with the attack from the Twelve Days of Dry Banner.

There was an earth-shattering crashing sound.

After Sheng Ziheng neutralized the power of the twelve-day dry flag, he quickly retreated.

"As expected, it is the Twelve-day Dry Flag! It's really shocking that the power has not been activated to show such amazing power. This treasure fell into your hands. It's a waste, boy, hand over the Twelve-Day Dry Flag. Come out, I will spare you today!"

Saint Ziheng carried his hands on his back and looked at Lin Feng indifferently.

He was very arrogant and didn't take Lin Feng seriously at all.

After all, Lin Feng is only a quasi-emperor realm.

Sheng Ziheng was an emperor-level powerhouse.

Look down on Lin Feng.

It seems to be quite normal.

...

The surrounding monks suddenly exploded.

Because Sheng Ziheng obviously wanted to bully Lin Feng because of his own strength.

Grab the treasure in Lin Feng's hands.

This kind of thing often happens in the world of cultivators.

This is a world where the strong are respected.

If the weak get some treasures, in many cases, it is not only impossible to protect this treasure.

It is also possible that this baby will cause a fatal accident.

Now, everything Lin Feng has encountered has confirmed the eternal truth in the world of practitioners.

The weak have no dignity.

The weak are destined to be bullied and humiliated.

So in the eyes of those onlookers around.

Wasting words trying to survive.

There is only one way.

That is to honestly hand over the 12-day dry flag.

if not.

A dead end.

Although handing over the 12-day dry flag will be extremely aggrieved and humiliated.

But it's better to live than to die, right?

Lin Feng said indifferently, "A mere ant dares to speak so bluntly in front of this young master, who gave you the courage?".

"Now, I will give you a chance to live, kneel on the ground, confess to me, and then cut off your arms and spare your life!"

...

When Lin Feng said these words, the entire mountain temple suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked astonished.

I couldn't believe what my ears heard.

A quasi-emperor-level cultivator dared to say those words to an emperor-level powerhouse.

Is this looking for death?

Everyone has only one thought.

That's why this kid is crazy.

If not crazy.

I would never say such a thing, but when everyone looked at Lin Feng, they found Lin Feng with a calm expression.

Where does it look crazy?

"Is this guy crazy?".

"Arrogant, really arrogant, I have never seen such an arrogant person!"

"Yeah! I've never seen such an arrogant person. I don't know if this guy is really capable, or is he just pretending?".

"Whether this guy is really capable or not, he has completely offended Saint Ziheng today. This Saint Ziheng is not a kind person! Just wait and see, this kid is dead!"

...

Many cultivators started talking, and in the eyes of those cultivators, Lin Feng was almost no different from the dead.

Many monks felt that the reason why Lin Feng was so arrogant was because Lin Feng got the twelve-day dry flag.

they feel.

Lin Feng must have thought that with the 12-day dry flag, he could compete against a strong man like Sheng Ziheng.

but.

The monks who were watching didn't think so.

in the eyes of these people.

Lin Feng's realm has not even broken through the emperor, even if he has obtained such a treasure as the twelve-day dry flag.

I am afraid that it is impossible to deal with the powerhouse of Sheng Ziheng by relying on the twelve days of dry flags.

By the time.

It is a dead end at all, and there is no second possibility.

"I've seen arrogant people in this seat a lot, but you are such an ant-like person, so arrogant. This is the first time I've seen them. Just now, I haven't even displayed a single success. If you are serious, crushing you to death is like crushing an ant!"

Sheng Ziheng was also extremely arrogant, looking at Lin Feng with cold eyes, his words were full of disdain and ridicule towards Lin Feng.

He really never took Lin Feng into his eyes, this was a kind of disdain that came out of his bones.

"You're not ashamed! With your cultivation level, you don't have the qualifications to let this young master take action on weekdays. If you don't kneel to death, let this young master give you a death!"

Lin Feng was even more arrogant than Sheng Ziheng.

Many people couldn't help but patted their foreheads, they felt that Lin Feng was really arrogant.

Many people felt that Lin Feng was bound to die extremely miserably today.

"I don't usually want to kill the cultivators of the murderous race. Do you know why? Because the blood of the cultivators of the human race is too low, and killing the lowly cultivators of the human race is simply a great insult to this seat! But today, this seat makes an exception and will be executed. For you, a lowly human cultivator who doesn't know how to live or die!"

Sheng Ziheng looked at Lin Feng indifferently, and he walked towards Lin Feng step by step.

The breath surging out of his body is getting stronger and stronger.

boom!

Saint Ziheng shot.

Across the void, a palm shot.

A large hand of energy suddenly condensed in the void.

That can only be a big hand falling from the sky.

Covered Lin Feng.

Bombed directly towards Lin Feng.