Peerless Martial Soul

Only then did she notice that Chen Feng had directly grasped the middle-aged man's fist. No matter how the middle-aged man urged him, Chen Feng stood there with a smile on his face and his fist did not move at all, as if it was effortless. !

Lu Yaru was immediately shocked: "Chen Feng, you, you actually have such strength?"

No matter how stupid she is, she now knows that Chen Feng is absolutely very powerful.

The middle-aged man's face turned red and he exclaimed: "You, how is it possible? I am an acquired eighth-level master. How can you easily block my attack?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and said: "In this world, there are many people who are stronger than you. You and the frog in the well, without any knowledge, do you think that everyone else is as weak as you?"

The middle-aged man, with a look of shame and anger on his face, shouted sternly: "You little bastard, I'll kill you!"

As he spoke, a long sword suddenly appeared in his right hand and stabbed Chen Feng in the chest.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and flicked it directly onto the sword, shattering it into countless pieces.

Then, he punched the middle-aged man in the chest, causing him to vomit blood and take a dozen steps back.

This is still Chen Feng who only used about 1% of his strength. He was afraid that if he used just a little more force, he would shock the middle-aged man to death.

The middle-aged man exclaimed: "Impossible, how could you be so powerful?"

Seeing this scene at this time, Sima Yang and Zhang Hao also had expressions of disbelief on their faces!

A turmoil arose in their hearts at the same time, and the words spoken by the middle-aged man just now echoed in their ears: "I am an acquired eighth-level master..."

They looked at each other and saw great shock and unconcealable fear in each other's eyes.

"This middle-aged man is an acquired eighth-level master, and Chen Feng easily beat him away, causing him to vomit blood."

"So, isn't Chen Feng's strength..."

They realized a terrifying fact, that is, Chen Feng's strength would only exceed the acquired eighth level!

When they thought of this, their faces immediately turned pale, their whole bodies could not help but tremble, and their faces showed a look of extreme fear.

Sima Yang's lips were trembling and his teeth were chattering. Zhang Hao was so frightened that his legs softened and he sat down on the ground, his crotch already wet.

He was actually scared to death by Chen Feng.

When they thought of what they had said to Chen Feng and what they had done before, their faces turned red with shame, and they wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"The two of us are simply ridiculous. He is so powerful, but he doesn't want to be the same as me. We are still so provocative. We really don't want to live long."

What's more, it's fear.

They discovered that Chen Feng was so powerful, and they wondered, would he come back and deal with them?

I will definitely not be able to bear his revenge.

At this time, Chen Feng turned around and looked at the two of them.

Before Chen Feng could say anything, Zhang Hao knelt down on the ground, crawled on the ground with his knees, came to Chen Feng, kowtowed, and said:

"Chen Feng, I'm sorry, Chen Feng, I can't see Mount Tai."

"I actually talked to you like that before. Sir, please don't speak like me! Please spare me! Don't kill me!"

Sima Yang's lips trembled and he seemed a little hesitant, but he finally jumped off his horse, knelt down next to Zhang Hao, kowtowed to Chen Feng, and begged at the same time.

Chen Feng glanced at the two of them and smiled coldly, not bothering to meet them at all.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted loudly: "Your name is Chen Feng, right?"

"Boy, you dare to hurt me. I am the deacon of Chonghuo Palace. I tell you, you are dead!"

"Just wait, someone more powerful will come and kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in black robes suddenly walked over slowly. Seeing the scene in front of him, he frowned and said coldly: "What's going on?"

When the middle-aged man saw him, it was like seeing a savior. He quickly got up, came to him, and cried:

"Deacon Zhang, this little bastard caused trouble in our Chonghuo Palace and even injured me!"

"You must destroy him. You must not lose the prestige of my Chonghua Palace!"

Deacon Zhang looked at Chen Feng and said calmly: "Is what he said true?"

Chen Feng calmly explained, "Deacon Zhang, we are here to take part in the Chonghuo Palace handyman disciple assessment."

"We obviously got here within the time limit. There is still an hour before the deadline, but he refused to let us take the assessment even if he said it was the time limit!"

"We were all very angry. The little girl next to me said a few words in a fit of excitement, and he was about to attack her."

"I had no choice but to take action."

Deacon Zhang didn't have any angry look on his face. He just looked at Chen Feng and asked with interest: "You mean, you injured him?"

Chen Feng nodded slowly: "Yes, I did it."

Deacon Zhang glanced at him and raised his brows: "He is pretty good, he is an acquired master of the eighth level."

Chen Feng smiled and said: "The boy is the ninth level of the day after tomorrow."

"The ninth level of the day after tomorrow." Deacon Zhang nodded: "At your age, it is really good to reach the ninth level of the day after tomorrow."

As he spoke, he suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng like lightning and punched out.

He hit Chen Feng in the chest.

Chen Feng's body muscles twitched, and he instinctively wanted to fight back, but he forcefully controlled it.

Chen Feng was powerful. He could tell that this old man was at about the third or fourth level of the Shenmen Realm, and the power he used at this time was the strength of the first level of the Shenmen Realm.

Obviously, he had no ill intentions towards Chen Feng.

He did this just to test.

Naturally, Chen Feng would not reveal his strength rashly, so he controlled his strength to the acquired ninth level, and his face suddenly changed, showing a hint of panic.

He gritted his teeth, seemed to have made up his mind, and tried his best to strike out with both fists at the same time, hitting the old man's palm.

With a bang, one palm and two fists collided together.

Deacon Zhang stood still, motionless, while Chen Feng took three big steps backwards.

He pretended to be breathing unsteadily, took a few heavy breaths, and then looked at the old man with a look of horror.

Chen Feng's face showed a hint of conviction, but also some shock, just like the normal reaction of a successful young man when he meets someone stronger than himself.

Seeing his reaction, Deacon Zhang no longer had the slightest doubt in his heart.

Deacon Zhang twirled his beard, smiled slightly, and said, "Your strength is really good."