Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Han Feng saw Zhang Yifeng being frozen into an ice sculpture, laughing wildly, but a trace of happiness flashed in his eyes.

Just as Zhang Yifeng said, before he succeeded, he was really intimidated by Zhang Yifeng's momentum and was a little afraid to take action.

As a result, now it seems that this guy is completely made of mud, and he was frozen into an ice sculpture by a ball of ice storm.

Han Feng laughed and walked up to Leng Qianqiu. Leng Qianqiu experienced ups and downs and recovered from his daze after being pushed away by Zhang Yifeng.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng being frozen into an ice sculpture, I felt a burst of sadness in my heart.

Zhang Yifeng became like this because he was trying to save her. Thinking that she had doubts about Zhang Yifeng before, her heart hurt.

Raising her head, her cold eyes were fixed on Han Feng's body. Leng Qianqiu tried her best to activate the spiritual energy in her body, even if it caused a poisonous explosion, she didn't care.

Zhang Yifeng died because of her. No matter what, Leng Qianqiu couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart. Even if she died, she would bite off a piece of Han Feng's body.

"Haha, Leng Qianqiu, the techniques you practice are slightly different from mine, but they come from the original source after all. You should know that your strength in this heavenly realm cannot make any waves in front of me, right?"

Han Feng Leng watched Leng Qianqiu's desperate resistance, and was ready to seal off Leng Qianqiu's spiritual veins to prevent this crazy woman from really killing herself.

Otherwise, he will hand over someone to the Yanlong Sect to receive the reward.

At the critical moment, bursts of shattering sounds suddenly sounded, Han Feng's pupils were shaken and he turned his head to look.

Leng Qianqiu was also startled by the sound and stopped the raging spiritual energy in his body. In the astonished eyes of the two people, the ice cubes on Zhang Yifeng's body gradually broke and fell.

After a while, Zhang Yifeng raised his arms and completely shattered the ice blocks formed by the Cold Peak Ice Storm, and moved his body twice.

"Hiss, this ice cube is cool and quite comfortable."

Zhang Yifeng rubbed his shoulders, moved his neck twice and looked at Han Feng.

"What, you continue to do it?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly. When Han Feng heard this, he knew that Zhang Yifeng was provoking him, and his expression became gloomy.

"Damn it, what kind of magic did you use?"

Han Feng didn't believe that Zhang Yifeng could escape from his ice storm so easily, and asked Roar crazily.

"You are really out of your mind. After all, you are a Xuanxian Realm monk. Can't you be calmer?

But it's normal. Judging from the fluctuating spiritual energy in your body, I'm afraid it's because you took a lot of pills to cultivate your cultivation. "

Zhang Yifeng picked his ears and said nonchalantly, but it suddenly hit Han Feng's pain point.

"You, you bastard!"

With a roar, Han Feng was completely angered by Zhang Yifeng. His cultivation was indeed improved by taking a large amount of cultivation pills and breakthrough pills.

This resulted in his actual combat power being on the low side in the Mysterious Immortal Realm, and his endurance was also insufficient.

Now that this point was revealed directly by Zhang Yifeng, Han Feng instantly became angry with embarrassment.

"Tsk, tsk, it's too urgent to say a few words."

Zhang Yifeng continued to attack Han Feng with words. In his rage, Han Feng completely lost his mind. With the cold air all over his body, he raised his hand and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng with an endless ice storm.

This time, Zhang Yifeng still faced Han Feng's attack head-on. There were muffled sounds inside his body, and a golden light lit up outside Zhang Yifeng's body.

The biting cold wind blowing from the cold peak could no longer freeze Zhang Yifeng, and was blocked by the golden light on his body.

"Tsk, tsk, that's it?"

Zhang Yifeng shook his head in disappointment, braved the cold wind and walked step by step in front of Han Feng, raised his hand and slapped Han Feng directly in the face.

"This slap is what I slap you on behalf of your master to punish you for being unfilial to your master."

Zhang Yifeng said coldly, and Han Feng was sent flying more than ten meters away by his casual slap, and fell to the ground with his cheeks swollen.

Wisps of scarlet blood emerged from the corners of his mouth. Zhang Yifeng's slap did not cause Han Feng much injury, but it made Han Feng feel even more humiliated.

"You bastard, how dare you slap me!"

Han Feng put his hands on his cheeks, feeling the bulging cheeks, and roared at Zhang Yifeng.

"This slap is to punish you for not being able to distinguish between good and evil!"

Zhang Yifeng didn't listen to Han Feng's roar, and stepped in front of him, and slapped him again when he was about to continue talking.

Poor Hanfeng Tangtang, a Xuanxian Realm monk, was like a plaything in Zhang Yifeng's hands, being fanned around.

This time Zhang Yi fanned Han Feng's other face, which happened to make both his cheeks swell to the same extent.

At this time, Han Feng was speechless when he spoke again, and his words could not be heard clearly.

"Okay, that's about all I have to say. It's up to Fellow Daoist Leng to decide whether to live or die."

Zhang Yifeng said calmly, and immediately grabbed Han Feng's neck with one hand and lifted him up from where he was.

When Leng Qianqiu heard Zhang Yifeng suddenly greeting him, he recovered from his shock and swallowed when he saw Han Feng being held in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

"Chen, Senior Chen, although he has done many evil things and was sentenced to the master's sect, he still leaves it to the master to judge..."

Before Leng Qianqiu finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng had already heard what she meant. He sighed and broke Han Feng's neck in his hand.

After his neck was severed, Han Feng's body went limp, and there was still a trace of desire for life in his eyes before he died.

Black flames ignited in Zhang Yifeng's hands, instantly burning Han Feng's body into black ashes.

Looking at the black ash scattered on the ground, Zhang Yifeng turned around expressionlessly and walked to Leng Qianqiu.

Looking at Leng Qianqiu's puzzled eyes, Zhang Yifeng spoke.

"You must be confused as to why I let you decide his life and death, but then directly strangled him to death, right?"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and asked Leng Qianqiu in a low voice.

"Yes, yes!"

Leng Qianqiu looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was expressionless in emotion and anger, swallowed his saliva and replied in a low voice.

"The truth is very simple. Seeing that you are just starting out, I can tell you once.

In this fairy world, unlike you in the sect, everyone is very harmonious and friendly, not to mention that this guy has betrayed your sect.

Originally, you were supposed to kill him with your own hands and eliminate the traitors for our master, but looking at your appearance, I can only do it for you myself.

Also, remember not to trust others easily when you go out in the future. "

Zhang Yifeng said as he glanced at the young man named Ji who was frozen into an ice sculpture and had lost his breath.

"Many, thank you for your guidance, senior."

Leng Qianqiu pursed his lips and bowed to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng's two rescues had made Leng Qianqiu understand that Zhang Yifeng would never harm him.

And after thinking about it carefully, Leng Qianqiu also felt that what Zhang Yifeng said made sense, but he was still too naive.

As evidenced by being poisoned twice in a row, maybe she really should change her thinking.