The Mad Cultivator

"I've always had a question in my mind. I don't know if you've thought about it, Master?" Yan Shaofeng communicated with King Ming in his heart while following the guidance of his divine sense to find the Holy Warrior.

"How could I know your question? How could you just say something stupid?!" King Ming quacked, mocking Yan Shaofeng. Seeing that the battle was imminent, he acted relaxed. Yan Shaofeng wanted to roll his eyes at first, but he realized in a blink of an eye that he was trying to encourage himself and build confidence in himself, so he deliberately pretended to be relaxed, which was considered well-intentioned.

"Just now, when the fifth-level magician cast the fifth-level wind magic, the momentum, coercion, and strength were enough to twist any flesh into pieces, but why could the holy warrior be able to inspire again after losing the vindictive shield? Protective shield, and safely landed on the ground?!" Yan Shaofeng's two eyebrows were tightly knit together, quietly waiting for King Ming's answer, as if this question was very important.

"I've thought of this a long time ago. It's because of the fiery red 'Double Armor' on his body. The shield he propped up in the final stage is not formed by the condensed battle energy at all, but the power of the Doukai itself. , it stands to reason that a set of bronze battle armor is absolutely impossible to have such a strong defense against the fifth-level wind magic, but this set of battle armor can resist it, and I don't know the reason for this. But there is one person who knows for sure!"

"You're talking about Jerryson?!" A strong purple electric current suddenly radiated from the deep black eyes, and the electric shock technique in Yan Shaofeng's body, with the help of his powerful spiritual power, sensed the existence of the holy warrior, and he was eager to go out Steam out. Yan Shaofeng's body was covered with tiny purple currents like earthworms.

"Whoosh" Feijian turned around a dead corner of the altar, suspended in the air and remained motionless. A holy warrior sitting cross-legged appeared in front of Yan Shaofeng. The holy warrior sat cross-legged on the ground, with a huge saber lying quietly beside him, and a strange light shone on the fiery red battle armor.

"Hey, you are here, I finally found you!" Yan Shaofeng, who looked like a purple ball of light, stood at a low altitude, looking coldly at the holy warrior who was in a state of healing, his eyes were full of fierce light, as if The jihadists should be chewed up in their mouths and swallowed into their stomachs.

Slowly opened his slender eyes, showing a serious expression, the holy warrior lost the arrogance just now, changed a very calm face, and asked lightly; "Hello, fourth-level fighter in the East, how are you?" If you have anything to do with me, if it’s not something very important, I think you’d better come back later, I’m healing now.”

"Come back later?!" Yan Shaofeng frowned, thinking, this kid doesn't pay attention to me at all, I'm afraid he didn't even think about me, a little ant eleven levels lower than him, To think of someone as big and big as him, that's why he asked such a question.

"That can't be done, I waited so hard for this opportunity, how can I wait to come again!" Yan Shaofeng said in a very embarrassed, shy, embarrassed, and silly way.

"Okay then, what's the matter with you, let's go after finishing talking, I have to hurry up and practice, I don't have much free time." Sighing briefly, the holy warrior raised his sword eyebrows and stared at Young Master Yan with a frown. Feng, said a little impatiently. In fact, he is probably very impatient now, but his injury is too serious to dare to attack. If it was normal, Yan Shaofeng would have been burnt long ago.

"Then what, I won't delay you for too long, I just want, your, life, that's all." Yan Shaofeng licked his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled very innocently.

"What did you say?!" The jihadist couldn't believe his ears, his eyes were full of questions, a creature like an ant dared to be so presumptuous in front of "God"! Since the beginning of the world, who has ever heard of a fourth-level fighter challenging a fifth-level holy warrior?

"I didn't hear you clearly, so I'll say it again!" Turning around the holy warrior's body, Yan Shaofeng whistled, landed frivolously on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I didn't hear that." Clear, I said, I came today to kill you." A red light flashed, and the Explosive Heavenly Dragon Sword had already reached Yan Shaofeng's palm.

"You, you, you, your head was squeezed by the door, or kicked by the donkey, you actually made such a joke, even if you want to make me happy, you can't use this method?!" The holy warrior He coughed twice, stood up while supporting the ground, two drops of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and fell on the white stone board like blooming bloody roses.

"Your mother's head was kicked by a donkey. I just want your life today!" Yan Shaofeng felt that there was no need to talk nonsense to him, and his body shook, which aroused the profound energy in his body and stimulated his body The electric current flowing in the periphery was crackling, and the whole body was like setting off thousands of firecrackers, and stabbed the holy warrior with a sword.

Yan Shaofeng was greatly encouraged by the embarrassment of the holy warrior when he stood up just now, since your old man is already weak to such a hanging state, why are you so mad? !

A red line flashed in front of his eyes, the speed was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye, a sneer came from his ear, the holy warrior had already escaped Yan Shaofeng's fierce assassination, and standing ten feet away was coughing violently, opening his mouth and trying to squeeze out a trace. Smile, "You are such a stupid idiot, you think I am injured, you can come and snatch my weapons and equipment, you are too naive, you don't understand the horror of holy warriors at all, haha, tiny fourth-level fighter, Even if I only have one finger left, I can easily crush you to death. A warrior and a holy warrior are basically the difference between a god and a mortal. If the donkey kicks, it must be crazy."

The horror in Yan Shaofeng's heart was huge. He really didn't expect the holy warrior to dodge his sword so quickly. He was clearly dying just now!

But he didn't show weakness at all on the surface, he said with a smile, "You're wrong, I don't want to kill a fifth-level holy warrior, I just want to kill a seriously injured underdog."

"Even if I am seriously injured, I can still destroy you."

A red light flashed in front of Yan Shaofeng's eyes suddenly, and a palm from the void directly slapped his heart. But the holy warrior was clearly standing three feet away, and this illusory palm actually broke through the space and attacked Yan Shaofeng's vital parts.

"Peng!" King Ming absorbed the spiritual power of a middle-grade spirit stone in time, and blocked Yan Shaofeng's palm. Even so, Yan Shaofeng was beaten back several hundred meters. He fell down on the altar, but was caught by the flying sword in mid-air, and flew up again.