Peerless Martial Soul

The temperature of this fire is at least a thousand degrees high, and it can burn people to ashes or melt them!

Chen Feng was swept inside by the flames, how could he survive?

Yang Jingtian was extremely proud, with a fierce look on his face, hahahaha: "Chen Feng, try my Fiery Pill! This Fiery Pill has thousands of degrees, I don't believe you can survive it!" "

It turned out to be a fire pill! Among the disciples below, some people exclaimed and shouted: "Fire Fire Pill is made from seven kinds of Zhiyang Zhigang medicine. It is extremely expensive, but it is also very powerful. When it comes in contact with an object, it will explode and produce a fierce fire. The flame temperature reaches Thousands of degrees can burn rocks!"

Han Yu'er let out a cry-like scream, a flash of despair and huge grievance flashed across her face, and she was about to rush towards the stage.

Shen Yanbing could still maintain his composure, so he quickly grabbed her and shouted in a low voice: "What are you going up for? According to the rules, if you go up, Yang Jingtian can kill you casually without any responsibility."

Han Yu'er burst into tears and murmured: "My junior brother is dead, how can I live alone? I will die with him!"

"Isn't it easy for you to die?" At this time, two young disciples suddenly walked out of the crowd. Both of them had lustful looks on their faces. They looked at Han Yu'er with extremely greedy eyes, as if they wished they could take off her clothes.

The two of them walked towards Han Yuer, one on the left and the other on the right, and said with a smile: "If you want to die, we don't care. Before you die, let our brother be comfortable. Our brother can directly make you die happily."

After saying that, the two of them stretched out their hands to grab Han Yu'er.

Han Yu'er had tears in her eyes. She was already unconscious and didn't even know how to hide.

Shen Yanbing waved the big sword in his hand, bringing up a strong wind and shouted: "Get out!"

The two disciples did not dare to provoke her and quickly took two steps back. They looked at Shen Yanbing, their expressions changed, and they said in a cold voice: "Shen Yanbing, you are looking for death, right? Do you know who we are? We are all Those who have been in the Inner Sect for more than five years! Standing behind us is the master on the Inner Sect’s general list, Senior Brother Zhang Dezhang.”

"Now that Chen Feng is dead, this little girl has nothing to rely on. Is it possible that you can protect him for the rest of your life? We can see it? Yang Jingtian has a deep grudge against you. Chen Feng is dead and no one will protect you anymore. I’m afraid you won’t live long!”

"And our senior brother Zhang De and Zhang are not easy to mess with. If you don't hand over Han Yu'er today, be careful that senior brother Zhang De will kill you."

Hearing the two of them talking, the faces of the people around them showed fear, and many people stepped back.

There are thousands of disciples in the inner sect, and those who can be ranked in the general list are extremely tyrannical people, and ordinary people would not dare to provoke them.

At this time, a man in a blue shirt came over. The two people who had just spoken quickly went over to flatter him and treated him like their master. They shouted to Shen Yanbing arrogantly: "This is our senior brother Zhang Dezhang."

Zhang De said calmly: "Hand over Han Yu'er. This is the person I like."

As he spoke, he exuded huge coercion, making Shen Yanbing almost breathless. Although Zhang De broke his arm and his strength was greatly reduced, he was still far better than Shen Yanbing. The huge level gap between the two could not be bridged easily.

But Shen Yanbing still forced herself to stand up straight, with a cold expression: "I am here today, and no one can take her away."

"Haha," Zhang De laughed and said, "Chen Feng is dead, do you still want to do this?"

Because of Chen Feng, he lost an arm and hated Chen Feng. As soon as he saw Chen Feng dead, he immediately came to snatch his woman, in order to make Chen Feng suffer great shame even after his death.

He thought viciously in his heart: "Chen Feng, it doesn't matter if you die. If you die, I will sleep with your woman and make you uneasy even if you die."

Shen Yanbing said loudly: "Chen Feng is not dead, there is no way Chen Feng will die."

She seemed to say this just to emphasize her inner belief. Even she herself did not believe what she said.

She turned her head and looked towards the life and death platform, and saw a large ball of fire burning quietly there without any sound or movement inside. It seemed that Chen Feng had been burned to ashes.

The disciple who just mocked Shen Yanbing turned around, raised his chin slightly, looked arrogant, and said triumphantly: "Did you see, this is the heritage of a wealthy family, this Fiery Pill costs at least 10,000 yuan in the auction house Only middle-grade spiritual stones can be photographed! A poor guy like you can't save enough money in a lifetime! But a child of a family like Yang Jingtian can get it from the family! In a battle, this is the trump card that can determine the outcome of the battle. This is The heritage of a noble family!”

Yang Chao also laughed wildly and said: "Little beast, now I think you are still crazy, why are you so crazy? Why are you so violent?"

He then sighed: "Oh, Jingtian, uncle said that you spent such a precious fire pill just to kill this little beast. It's really not worth it! This little beast's life is not worth this pill. It’s valuable!”

"Yeah?"