Metropolitan Super Deity

Ling Fei walked back to the inn, his keen intuition making him frown slightly.

"Come out, hide, what do you want to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures walked out of the shadows.

"Hehehe... He is worthy of being the person who won the competition between the third-rate sects. He really has a few tricks up his sleeve."

"The four ghosts of Qishan?"

Ling Fei's face was a little moved, and the other party was obviously more surprised than him.

"You actually know our identities? That's okay, boy, you have really good vision."

Seeing that the other party admitted it, Ling Fei's face couldn't help but become more solemn.

The Four Ghosts of Qishan are the famous killers of the Dachu Empire. The strength of the four ghosts are all in the early stages of becoming gods. Moreover, according to the legend, the four ghosts are quadruplets. Their minds are one, and their sight and senses can be integrated into each other at the first time. one.

Therefore, the strength of the four people together is doubled.

It is said that these four people once worked together to kill a monk in the middle stage of Mahayana.

"Can you tell me, who sent you here? Prince Yong's Mansion? Or..."

"Zizhen, I didn't expect that you are so bold, you actually dared to offend the people in Prince Yong's Palace. But it doesn't hurt to tell you, so that you can understand. The one who sent us here to kill you is Mr. Lu from the Emperor Shenwu Palace. Xun! When you go to hell, don’t complain about us in front of the King of Hell. Every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. If you want to blame, let’s blame you for your low life!”

Ling Fei's face was extremely indifferent, and he looked at the four ghosts as if he were looking at dead people.

"It's not you who have the final say whether your life is cheap or not."

After saying this, Ling Fei's momentum surged instantly.

Wanyuan Bensheng and the Crazy Demon Burning Body Technique allowed his strength to reach the middle stage of Mahayana in an instant.

"What? Are you actually a Mahayana monk?"

"No, run away!"

Ling Fei's cold eyes turned into blood-colored cross dragon pupils.

"I want to escape, but can I escape?"

As soon as he said this, with a thought in his mind, the figures of the four ghosts that had just floated out instantly froze in mid-air, and then exploded into four masses of blood mist, showing a coquettish beauty under the starlight.

Ling Fei's hand was gently grasped in the void, and all the essence and blood of these four people were absorbed by him, and the energy was also streamlined, becoming Ling Fei's nourishment.

"Lu Shaoxun, it seems that we are destined to have a life-and-death battle between you and me."

...

One night passed quickly, and next, it was already time for a battle between the middle and third-rate sects. In the Great Chu Empire, there was only one Shenwu Emperor Palace among the upper- and third-rate sects. If Ling Fei captured all the middle- and third-rate sects, he would Lu Shaoxun who can challenge the Shenwu Emperor Palace.

In the first match, Ling Fei faced off against a fifth-level sect disciple named Zhao Lei.

"Are you that Ling Fei who came out of a third-rate sect? It seems like that. I really don't know why those people lost at your hands. But your good luck ends here. . Mr. Lei, I will send you down right away to let you know that a third-rate person will always be a third-rate person."

Ling Fei didn't say anything, just tiptoed, and he was already in front of Zhao Lei. At the same time, he fired a technique - Wave Fist.

This technique can condense the true energy into the fist and release it in an instant when it hits the person. It will send out a blast of air.

"Hmph! Do you think you can defeat me, Mr. Lei, with just your little tricks?"

Zhao Lei smiled disdainfully, quickly formed seals with his hands, and a wooden shield immediately appeared in front of him.

Ling Fei's wave fist hit the wooden shield and exploded with a bang, but it did not explode the wooden shield.

The magic formula with wood attribute circulates endlessly and has the most tenacious vitality!

However, the smile on Zhao Lei's face was not happy for two seconds. The air wave in Ling Fei's hand suddenly exploded, followed by the second and third wave fists, the fourth wave fist, and so on until the fifth wave. After a wave of fists, the wooden shield was completely shattered. Zhao Lei was shocked and prepared to retreat, but at some point, his feet were restrained by the earth element.

This is the Earth Binding Technique, a small low-grade Earth-level magic.

Zhao Lei was able to break free, which usually had no big effect on him, but it was different today because the earth binding technique delayed him for a second.

The next moment, the wave fist hit him hard on the face, and the air exploded, making his handsome face become a little distorted.

"Ahhh...fuck..."

Before he could finish his words, Ling Fei struck him with a sweeping strike, hurting his waist with his thigh, and kicked him out of the ring on the spot.

"Autumn Wind Valley Lingfei wins!"

Ling Fei glanced at Lu Shaoxun on the high platform, turned around and got off the ring. He was not sloppy at all, and his coolness made many female disciples' hearts moved.

If they hadn't seen Fu Zixun surrounding Ling Fei, they might have come forward to ask for help. But even so, many people are secretly ogling him.

It's a pity that Ling Fei won't like these vulgar fans.

Ling Fei's fighting speed is very fast, but other people's fighting speed is relatively much slower. He often has to finish a fight before the other person can win the ring. When Ling Fei goes up again, he quickly kills the enemy. , therefore, promotion is inevitable.

"Autumn Wind Valley Lingfei, win! Advance to the top sixteen!"

"Autumn Wind Valley Lingfei, win! Advance to the quarterfinals!"

"Autumn Wind Valley Lingfei, win! Advance to the semi-finals!"

"Autumn Wind Valley Lingfei, win! Advance to the top two!"

In the end, when the disciple who competed with Ling Fei for second place looked at Ling Fei in the audience, his eyes looked weak.

This guy is simply a monster, whoever encounters him will be unlucky.

When it was time to go on stage, he smiled slightly awkwardly.

"Well, I admire Senior Brother Ling for his advanced cultivation, but I know I can't defeat Senior Brother Ling. Please ask Senior Brother Ling to be merciful later and save some face for me."

"Try your best."

Ling Fei uttered these two words indifferently, tiptoed a little, and with an unparalleled strength in his body, he burst out towards the other party.

The disciple smiled bitterly, was this showing mercy?

He had no choice but to resist with all his luck, and then was kicked off the ring by Ling Fei. He didn't suffer much injury, but his face didn't look good.

This is no wonder Ling Fei, they fought all the way, consumed a lot of energy, and suffered some injuries, but Ling Fei was different, this guy was in full form throughout the whole process, always at his peak, how could he compare?

"Qiu Feng Gu Lingfei, win! Qiu Feng Gu won the third-rate sect and won the qualification to challenge the Shenwu Imperial Palace."

Everyone looked at Ling Fei differently.

No one thought that a small eighth-rate sect could cultivate such a heaven-defying disciple. He easily and unstoppably gained the qualification to challenge the Shenwu Imperial Palace!

Could it be said that this small eighth-rate sect still wants to be promoted to an upper-third-rate sect?

God, is this a joke?