Supreme Martial Artist

Tang Jiang was very proud. This time he invited so many powerful seniors, he would definitely be ashamed and let Qin Fei kneel and kowtow to himself.

He admits that Qin Fei is very powerful, at least much better than him, but what about one person? Can there be so many people?

This Qin Fei really didn't know how to write death words. He actually offended him, and he wanted him to taste death today.

Qin Fei looked at this group of people, smiled faintly, and said: "You all go, I am not interested in you, this fierce hunter has to stay, I have something to discuss with him!"

Tang Jiang heard that he suddenly laughed and laughed: "Haha, you see that the seniors are too powerful, you are afraid of death, deliberately pretending to be forced? What do you mean by leaving Senior Brother Menghun? Do you think he is bullying? Hey, fierce Brother Hunter, this kid looks down on you!"

Menghun squinted his eyes, bursting out a gloomy light, and snorted coldly, "Then I will come to learn first! Hope you brothers will not grab me!"

The other eighth-class disciples gave him face and nodded one after another.

In their opinion, this Qin Fei is already a turtle in the urn. Although this son is powerful, even Liu Tong is not an opponent, but it is a one-to-one situation, and Liu Tong's strength is still below them. It's no big deal, I am the strongest one, and with so many people here this time, it's just a matter of moving Qin Fei's fingers to fix it.

So everyone felt that letting Mengshou take the first shot would show his mastery.

Mengshou strode out, although he was expressionless, but his heart was already angry. This Qin Fei was so arrogant, he actually dared to say that he wanted to stay by himself. Doesn't this mean that he is weaker than others in his mind?

He is the first of the ninth-class disciples, and his true strength is comparable to some eighth-class disciples.

His identity is the least like being looked down upon.

Especially at this time, he was despised by a fourth-class handyman. Although the real strength of this handyman can be as good as the eighth-class disciple, he also has the ability to fight against the eighth-class disciple, so he is not worried about Qin Fei at all. Will be stronger than myself.

"Boy, you have to pay the price for what you say, and the price is death!" Mengshou walked arrogantly to Qin Fei and stood ten meters in front of him.

As soon as the voice fell, he did not hesitate to hold the animal bone necklace under his neck with both hands, and began to sing loudly.

call!

The sky was full of light, and a mighty giant phantom appeared.

This fierce hunter, without any ambiguity, directly used the "Beast Soul Call"!

Qin Fei faintly looked at the completion of the other party's cast, carefully observed the mystery, and found that the "Beast Soul Call" cast by the fierce hunter was the same as the wild tribe's, and it was of the first level.

He didn't move, letting the other party do it.

This scene caught the eyes of other people, but they thought he was scared and stupid.

"Haha, this kid must be scared! Brother Meng's "Beast Soul Call" is invincible among the ninth-class disciples!" Tang Jiang laughed triumphantly.

The other eighth-class disciples also showed their ridicule, and many people felt that they had no chance to take action by themselves, and the move of Menghun was enough to kill Qin Fei.

"Tang Jiang, you are making a fuss, is this kid worth calling us all?"

"I haven't watched the show, let's go back. This kid can die in the hands of the fierce hunter and it is his good fortune."

Some people complained a few words, ready to turn around and leave.

boom!

At this moment, a loud noise came out, and the earth trembled severely.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corners of those who turned around, and they subconsciously believed that Qin Fei must have been knocked down by Mengshe.

However, what followed was a scream, which made everyone look at the field incredibly.

Because that scream came from the fierce hunter!

Seeing Mengshou's body fell to the ground, Qin Fei didn't know when he had stepped on his chest, making him unable to move.

"Let him go!"

Many eighth-class disciples couldn't keep calm anymore, shouting angrily, rushing towards Qin Fei.

Qin Fei smiled coldly, shook his body, turning into dozens of afterimages, passing by everyone.

"not good!"

Tang Jiang, who was watching the battle from behind, turned pale with fright, and turned around with an exclamation and fled.

However, it was already slow, a figure passed him, turned around and kicked him down and fell back, and rolled to the ground with the other eighth-class disciples, all unable to move.

Everyone looked at Qin Fei who was still stepping on Menghun's chest in horror, and they didn't understand how he did it?

"Qin Fei, what do you want to do? Let us go right away!" Tang Jiang trembled, his crotch was wet, Nima was too powerful, so many eighth-class disciples were as vulnerable as ants in front of him, this guy Can't afford it.

"Let you go? Have you ever thought about letting me go here? Since you are all here to kill me, then why should I let you go? The murderer must have the consciousness of being killed! Go and die! "Qin Fei said without hesitation.

Tang Jiang showed a look of horror. He was scared for an instant. Qin Fei's murderous intent was not concealed. He was afraid that he was really dead. He hurriedly begged: "You don't kill me, promise you everything you want. I'm willing to exchange life with anything. !"

The other eighth-class disciples also lost their temper at this time. They all knew that if they were stiff, they might really have to die here, and they all begged for mercy.

Although begging for mercy to a fourth-class handyman would be ridiculed, but in front of Xiao Ming, what are the others?

Seeing everyone bow their heads begging for mercy, Qin Fei smiled faintly: "Well, since you are all willing to trade things for your life, then let's talk about it, what is your treasure worthy of my attention!"

Tang Jiang hurriedly took out a large number of beast cores from his arms and handed them to Qin Fei eagerly, for fear that he would look down upon him.　　 These beast cores are all pseudo-perfect, and Qin Fei is satisfied. After putting them away, he let him roll aside and continue to collect things that others respect.

People in this chaotic world didn’t even form a **** realm at the pseudo-perfect level. This is really strange. Qin Fei was surprised when he first learned about this in the desert tribe, but no one could tell the reason, so he was too lazy. To understand.

"Okay, these beast cores and training materials can barely pass the level, but I still need one thing, Yunwu Peak sharp tea, either of you will leave, or you will die!" Qin Fei smiled and looked at the mountains piled up in front of him. Qiu's things said.

Everyone was shocked, and no one thought that Qin Fei would actually mention Yunwufeng Jiancha.

This thing is supplied in limited quantities every year, it is extremely precious, countless times more precious than beast cores.

"Why? You won't give it?" Qin Fei frowned, his tone cold.

"Qin Fei, how can we still have it? It's already finished!" said an eighth-class disciple.

Seeing his evasive eyes, Qin Fei snorted coldly, "No? Brother already smells the tea! Hand it over, otherwise you will give these things for nothing!"

"No, really not, you didn't kill me!" the man insisted.

"If you don't give it, I can kill you for a body search, but the result is different!" Qin Fei sneered, raised his foot, and tried to walk towards the other party, scared that person hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Don't kill me, I have, I give!"

After speaking, he hurriedly took out the small box made of fragrant wood and handed it to Qin Fei carefully, his eyes filled with dismay.

Qin Fei opened it, hey good fellow, it was nearly half a catty.

"You kid didn't force your ninth class disciples to worship you?" Qin Fei collected the tea and looked at the humanity jokingly.

"They took the initiative to hand over to me for safekeeping!" The man said bitterly.

Qin Fei was too lazy to expose him, looked at the others, each with a bitter face, unwillingly hand over the Yunwufeng sharp tea.

Collected one by one, Qin Fei weighed it up, this time the harvest was not small, it was a full six catties.

"go away!"

His voice sounded like a sound of heaven, and everyone went away in embarrassment.

Seeing that Qin Fei was still stepping on himself, Mengshou couldn't help but said, "You let me go, I will give you everything too!"

"Aren't you very tugging? Now you know to beg for mercy? Alright, hand in your'Beast Soul Call' exercise!" Qin Fei knelt down and looked at him faintly.

"'Beast Soul Call'? You are not qualified to practice!" Mengshou was surprised.

"Not qualified?" Qin Fei's tone was cold.

Mengshou suddenly reacted, why is he not qualified? Isn't he the first disciple of the ninth class? It's not like being defeated easily by the opponent.

"I'll give it to you!" He gritted his teeth, and simply took out a parchment roll, simple and old, with a lot of years.

Qin Fei took it and put it away, and said with a smile: "Thanks! Don't give it away!"