Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng took two steps back, turned around, pointed his long sword at Zhao Qi, and sneered: "Who is the waste?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng as if they were looking at a monster.

They were greatly shocked. Chen Feng, who they thought was the acquired sixth level, actually showed the acquired eighth level strength!

One palm and one sword, only two moves!

With two moves, he killed the eighth-level Tyrannosaurus beast!

Is that human being?

After the shock, they turned around and gathered around him.

Wei Meng laughed and said, "Chen Feng, it turns out you are so powerful."

Wang Yun also looked shocked.

Mu Chunxue had an idea and shouted: "Chen Feng, you, are you the Chen Feng who became famous in the external sect's competition?"

Chen Feng hesitated for a moment: "Yes, it's me."

"No wonder you are so good. You are among the top ten in the external sect competition. You should be so good! It's so hard for us to hide it!"

Mu Chunxue chirped.

"My strength is only used when it should be used, unlike some people who only talk about it." Chen Feng looked at Zhao Qi and sneered.

"It was just some bad luck that I happened to break through Greymon's defense."

Zhao Qi said harshly: "If it were me, I would chop off his head with one sword."

No one paid any attention to him.

Zhao Qi was embarrassed. Seeing Mu Chunxue and Wang Yun looking at Chen Feng with admiration, he stared at Chen Feng with a flash of resentment in his eyes.

Wei Meng stepped forward, dug out the core of Tyrannosaurus and handed it to Chen Feng: "Come on, Chen Feng, you killed Tyrannosaurus, this should be yours."

Chen Feng was not polite and took it directly.

Continue heading deeper into the mountains.

In the evening, after bypassing a mountain ridge, they came to a valley.

The valley bottom was filled with purple clouds.

"Ahead is Ziyunjian." Wei Meng pointed ahead.

Everyone walked to the deepest part of the valley, and in front of them was an extremely long, narrow and deep canyon. The stone walls on both sides were thousands of feet high, and the top could not be seen at a glance.

There is a thick purple mist here. In the purple mist, there are trees and vines looming, and there are also beasts roaring and birds chirping. It looks extremely beautiful.

Although there is fog here, the visibility is okay.

Seeing Shenjian, Zhao Qi's eyes flashed with pride: "Chen Feng, if you dare to steal my limelight and make me lose face, this is your burial place!"

Everyone entered Ziyun Stream and kept walking forward.

It was almost ten miles deep, and as we kept going down, the mountain walls on both sides became steeper and steeper, and the ground became more and more humid.

"Look, what is this?"

Suddenly, Mu Chunxue shouted.

Everyone looked and saw that in a crack in the cliff between them, about five feet above the ground, there was a purple vine clinging to the bottom of a rock.

The purple vines are only one meter long, the color is like blood, and crystal clear.

It was originally hidden under a stone and difficult to find, but the little beauty seems to have a sharp eye and is often the first to spot something.

"Purple Blood Vine, great, this is Purple Blood Vine!"

Wei Meng shouted excitedly: "Wang Yun, your father's illness can be cured."

Wang Yun was so excited that she almost shed tears.

Suddenly, the smile on Wei Meng's face froze.

He was shaking all over, his body went limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground, unable to lift himself up.

Soon, everyone knew the reason.

From behind the rock above the purple blood vine, a tiger steps out.

It is not big, only one-fifth the size of an ordinary tiger, but this tiger's face turns out to be a grimace!

Ferocious, cold, and extremely terrifying!

Moreover, there is a wing on each of the Ghost Faced Tiger's ribs!

It turned out to be a flying monster!

You know, the flying monsters are basically the monsters of the Shenmen realm, and there are very few of them in the acquired realm.

"This is, this is the ghost-faced demon tiger! A demonic beast from the ninth level of the day after tomorrow!"

shouted the well-informed Wei Meng.

The ghost-faced demon tiger is at the ninth level of the day after tomorrow. Its biggest feature is that it is extremely fast and has poisonous claws. Once it gets on it, it will soon become poisonous and kill you!

This is an extremely difficult monster that can almost completely suppress the ninth-level acquired warriors.

At this time, except Chen Feng and Zhao Qi, no one could stand. The coercion of the ghost-faced demon tiger and the acquired ninth-level demon beast radiated out, and it was so tyrannical that everyone else was subdued and fell to their knees on the ground.

The ghost-faced demon tiger had a ferocious look on its face, and suddenly launched an attack without warning.

The ghost-faced demon tiger turned into a black lightning and rushed towards the two of them.

The speed is so fast that people can't react and can't resist!

A strange look flashed in Zhao Qi's eyes, and he hit Chen Feng on the back with a palm.

Looking at the path of his palm, as long as Chen Feng is hit, he will immediately hit the path of the ghost-faced demon tiger and be killed directly!

"Trash, you dare to embarrass me and hit me in the face! I will kill you!" Zhao Qi gritted his teeth with a ferocious look on his face.

His palm was silent but full of powerful energy.

It seemed that Chen Feng was completely unprepared.

But just when he was about to be hit, Chen Feng suddenly turned around, dispelled the strength of Zhao Qi's hand with a palm, grabbed his wrist, and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

"I, I didn't do anything!" Zhao Qi panicked instinctively.