The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng won, almost beyond everyone's expectation.

Watching the disciple of Lingxu Sect being carried away, his excavated spiritual bones also lost their luster in a short time, and the scene fell into a strange silence.

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

But what made them even more uncomfortable was that no one stood up to accuse Qin Feng of using evil magic, so he was not a monster, he was a mortal bone.

This conclusion was more difficult to accept than Qin Feng being a monster.

A mortal bone regarded as dust defeated an inner disciple of Lingxu Sect in just a breath of time, and not only defeated him, but also deprived him of his spiritual bones.

Why?

On what basis?

The silence at the scene was extremely strange, even making the other disciples who had just come out of the ring a little puzzled.

The people who came out after Qin Feng were Zhuo Chengan and Su Ying. Their opponents had fallen down and admitted defeat. They were injured but not seriously.

The swords in the hands of the two people were stained with blood. When they came out, they saw Qin Feng standing in the center of the field and subconsciously thought he had lost.

Because the opponents they drew were not strong, Zhuo Chengan was now a golden elixir, and there were not many people who could compete with him, so he should win the fastest.

Not necessarily, after all, there was Qin Feng, a mortal bone, and his opponent should be the strongest.

So when Zhuo Chengan saw the blood stains on Qin Feng's robe, he just snorted coldly: "Haha, it seems that your opponent is really soft-hearted, or you admit defeat quickly enough?"

Qin Feng didn't look injured, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

In his eyes, Qin Feng would lose, and it should be pale.

There was even an idea in his heart: he hoped Qin Feng would die.

"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to draw you, otherwise I would let you understand why the immortal gate is the immortal gate, and the mortal bone cannot be surpassed."

Qin Feng glanced at him indifferently and prepared to leave with Zhu Xing: "Oh, then I hope you will be my opponent in the next game."

"What?" Zhuo Chengan was stunned.

At this time, the disciples who were watching the battle at Mingjian Villa had come down and hurriedly whispered something to Zhuo Chengan's ear, probably the outcome of Qin Feng's battle just now.

"What!" Zhuo Chengan widened his eyes and looked at Qin Feng in disbelief, but the latter had already returned to the seat of Wuyoumen with Qin Feng.

Zhu Xing said nothing about Qin Feng's casual destruction of Wang Heng's spirit bones, and was even a little happy: "You must have offended Lingxu Sect today."

They didn't care about Wang Heng, who was not the most important seedling of their Lingxu Sect, but they cared about face.

Qin Feng said in a calm voice: "If I don't do it, will they not hate me?"

Zhu Xing was stunned for a moment and nodded: "That's true."

Even if Qin Feng didn't hurt Wang Heng today, as long as Wang Heng lost, Lingxu Sect would still hate Qin Feng.

How dare he, a mortal bone, hit Lingxu Sect in the face.

Zhong Jiamu ran up at this time and said to Qin Feng excitedly: "Brother Qin, you are so awesome! You don't know how relieved that person was when you stripped his spirit bones just now!"

Although Xuan Yue didn't say anything, she still had a proud smile on her lips.

The three of them were the few in the immortal gate who would be angry after hearing Wang Heng's words.

Xuan Yue was once one of Wang Heng's kind of people, but she was inexplicably angry today, because of Wang Heng's words and for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled and sat down with them, but he didn't respond. Instead, he looked down.

Most people in the seats looked at him differently. Before, they were more contemptuous, but now... many people have killed him.

Yes, this is what he expected from the beginning.

As a mortal bone, if he remains mediocre, he will be kicked out of the immortal gate, and then he will become a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

But if he showed his brilliance, he would be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of these disciples of the immortal sect, especially those born with spiritual bones. If he was not killed, it would be an insult to the immortal sect.

No matter what choice he made, there were people who wanted to kill him.

Because Fan Gu should not have entered the immortal sect from the beginning.

Zhu Xing also noticed these eyes, and he whispered to comfort Qin Feng: "Don't worry, with Master here, these people won't do anything to you."

If you want to kill Qin Feng on the ring, it will be even more impossible.

These people don't know that Qin Feng's cultivation is no longer at the same level.

"Well, I understand."

Just like when he was in the Netherworld Prison, he had the protection of Long Daoling behind him, even if many people's smiling faces were filled with murderous intent, but they still didn't dare to take action.

But Qin Feng would never relax or stop because of this.

Later, evenWithout Long Daoling, the surging killing intent gradually turned into fear.

It seems the same here. If they don't allow his existence, then let their "not allowing" turn into fear of his existence.

It's just the way he came. What's wrong with walking it again?

At the same time, other disciples have come out one after another.

After Zhuo Chengan, it was Feng Xing. The opponent he met was from Heyou Sect, also a genius master. The opponent was seriously injured, and Feng Xing only had a little skin broken.

But it didn't affect the ending.

Then it was Arturo, Chi Xiao...

The appearance of the proud sons of heaven one by one made people feel relieved.

It can be said that except for Qin Feng, there were no surprises in the battle of others today.

On the highest viewing platform, An Jingfu sat calmly, his eyes fell on Qin Feng, and his smile was meaningful: "You really didn't disappoint me..."

Gusu He's face was not very good after Qin Feng came out. He lost.

But his ugly expression was not because of this.

He turned to look at An Jingfu and said in a deep voice: "This person cannot be kept."

He did not hide from other elders of the sect that he said Qin Feng could not stay, and the other elders of the sect knew the reason tacitly.

They saw the attack Qin Feng made more clearly than anyone else.

That move did not have any fancy tricks, nor was it a demonic magic. It was pure, clean, and crushing from cultivation.

Wang Heng was in the seventh realm of the foundation building period. To take away his spirit bone with one move, at least he had to crush him by a whole realm.

Qin Feng, who had no spirit bone and had only entered the immortal gate for less than half a year, was already in the seventh realm of the golden elixir.

No one said this result, because everyone knew what kind of shock it would cause to the immortal gate.

And the existence of Qin Feng must not be known to those mortal bones in the mortal world.

Otherwise, the immortal world is likely to usher in an unprecedented huge shock.

But An Jingfu smiled at him, neither agreeing nor refusing: "Gusu Sect Master, he is a disciple of my Wuxiang Sect. How to deal with him should be decided by me."

Before Gusu He could speak again, Jiang Yurao, who had always been taciturn, suddenly spoke.

She always had that gorgeous smile like the sea and the river, and turned her head to stare into Gusu He's eyes: "The bet is not over yet, Gusu Sect Master, are you going to cheat?"