The Dragon from Hell

The disciple of the Wumeng was stunned for a moment, but soon shook his head and laughed at himself.

He was just a boy, looking skinny and weak, how scary could he be?

It was the cold aura that Miao Jin showed just now, which formed a contrast with his weak appearance, so he was frightened for a moment.

But when he came to his senses, he still didn't take Miao Jin seriously.

The two sides stood opposite each other, but Miao Jin did not take the initiative to take the initiative, but stood quietly in place, looking at the Wumeng disciple in front of him.

The disciple had just prepared himself mentally, and he was a little scared when he was looked at like this.

"Stinky boy, look at your mother!"

The disciple roared, then leaped and suddenly flew towards Miao Jin.

"Roar!"

He roared, his muscles swelled, and when his figure flashed by, there was a sound of breaking wind.

He clenched his fists, and veins on his forehead bulged.

It seems that he intends to end the fight with one punch.

"Hehe..." Miao Jin suddenly laughed, and the meaning of the laugh was unclear.

Facing the fist as big as a sandbag, he not only did not dodge, but instead went forward gracefully.

He easily avoided the disciple's fist, and then slapped the disciple's chest with one palm.

However, his palm was not painful. Although the disciple retreated two steps, his body was fine.

However, Miao Jin withdrew his hand directly at this time and looked at the Wumeng: "It's time to go up and down."

The disciple who fought with him was angry: "Boy, look carefully, with the strength you use to hit a mosquito, I haven't fallen down yet!"

Other Wumeng disciples also laughed.

"Will this kid admit defeat? The next one he said refers to the next one on their side, right?"

"I think so too. The punch from my junior brother just now was really fierce. If this kid gets hit by it, he will definitely be seriously injured."

"I think his body skills are okay, but that's all."

Miao Jin was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just stared at the people from the Wumeng side, as if looking for the next prey.

"Hey, kid, are you deaf? I'm still standing here, what are you looking at?"

The disciple saw that Miao Jin actually ignored him and wanted to go forward to cause trouble angrily.

But he just took a step forward and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Ugh!"

He groaned, and he knelt down unexpectedly, holding his chest, and his face turned pale instantly.

Wu Mian stood up subconsciously: "What's going on?"

The smiles of the other people in the Wumeng also froze on their faces instantly.

Everyone saw Miao Jin's palm strike just now. Although he was flexible enough, his strength was indeed ordinary. Any martial arts disciple might be stronger than him.

Logically speaking, that palm strike should not have hurt anyone.

"Could it be... hidden power?"

Seeing that the disciple could not stand up, someone had to make a guess.

Perhaps Miao Jin's strength seemed ordinary, but in fact it was hidden power. One palm strike had already damaged the internal organs of the disciple in front of him.

If so, he was too terrible.

Wu Mian's face was livid, and he subconsciously looked towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng did not seem to be surprised by such an ending. There was no expression of surprise on his face, as if everything was within his expectations.

Facing Wu Mian's gaze, Qin Feng smiled and even picked up the wine glass on the table and raised it to him from a distance.

Wu Mian was so angry that his face turned red, but in front of so many people, he still had to maintain his demeanor.

Chu Tiankuo and his companions were quite surprised by Miao Jin's attack.

You know, to be able to hurt someone to this extent with hidden power, you must at least be at a crushing level.

The disciple of the Wumeng just now should be at the Huang realm, and Miao Jin should be at the Xuan realm.

At Miao Jin's age, being able to reach the Xuan realm is already a very remarkable existence.

Chu Tiankuo couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that every generation has talents. I didn't expect that the talents of the younger generation have reached this level?"

Old Bai also stroked his beard and sighed: "It's still good to be young. Seeing that you young people are so outstanding, the future of our country is also bright!"

And Dou Longyang and his daughter, who were sitting above and sitting with Wu Mian and others, were even more surprised.

They had already chosen to surrender, so they naturally hoped that Qin Feng would come prepared tonight.

Originally, when they saw that Qin Feng only brought four or five people, even if Chu Tiankuo was one of them, they couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After all, there are so many people in the Wumeng tonight, and they can beat the master with random punches. Qin Feng is too arrogant to bring these few people.

Especially when they asked Miao Jin to fight the first battle just now, they all thought that Miao Jin was just a cannon fodder.

But now they know that the people Qin Feng brought areFew, but definitely elite!

At this time, the Wumeng sent out another person.

The one who just came up was a Huangjing disciple, and Miao Jin hardly spent any effort to deal with him.

But at the same time, he also exposed his true colors.

So Wu Mian made a prompt decision and sent a Xuanjing disciple directly.

This disciple was much more stable than the one just now. After coming up, he was not affected by Miao Jin's gloomy temperament, but looked at Miao Jin steadily.

"Please."

He stretched out his hand and signaled Miao Jin to make the first move.

Miao Jin glanced at him gloomily: "Are you sure you want me to make the first move? In this way, you won't have a chance to make a move..."

The disciple's face froze, revealing a bit of anger.

But he did not get angry impulsively. After all, the junior brother just now was provoked by Miao Jin, and he acted impulsively and was injured by Miao Jin's dark power.

So he remained calm and insisted: "In that case, please teach me!"

"Hehe..." Miao Jin smiled again with an ambiguous meaning: "Then I won't be polite..."

After the voice fell, he stepped out quickly.

So fast!

The Xuanjing disciple could see that Miao Jin's body movements were very fast, but his strength should not be as good as his.

Moreover, their realms should be similar, there is no such thing as crushing, and he is more than enough to deal with him.

But this time, Miao Jin did not strike out, but when he got in front of the Xuanjing disciple, he lightly exhaled a breath of black air.

His action was very fast and very concealed, even the Xuanjing disciple himself did not notice it, and he sucked the black air in.

Among the people present, there were probably very few people who really noticed his action.

Then, Miao Jin gently touched the disciple's head with his finger.

The latter didn't even have time to prepare himself, and felt a tingling sensation all over his body as if the anesthetic had been injected into his body, and his hands and feet began to shake unconsciously.

——Plop!

Without any warning, and before he could react, he fell to his knees!