You have a good chance, I accept it.

Wang Feng raised the corners of his mouth and murmured.

When he obtained this method, it was not called Bafangjing, but Jiufangjing. However, at that time, his talent only allowed him to practice Bafangjing. As for the last well, no matter how hard he tried, he could not reach that level.

In order to make himself look good, he changed his name to Bafangjing.

After all, only I have this method, and no one knows about my name change.

But after so many years of study, he knew that his talent was not as good as those of the second-tier geniuses, and he couldn't even squeeze into the third-tier.

He has been relying on Bafangjing's method to be invincible in the third echelon, and can barely squeeze into the second echelon.

But now, after so many years, he has some idea of ​​Ninth Well.

For so many years, he has been studying the Nine Square Well, and this method is his biggest trump card. Once he has studied the Ninth Well, even the first echelon himself can fight.

Now, he was going to try to open the Ninth Well and let the guys behind him take a look. He had noticed the guys behind him long ago.

After thinking about it, Wang Feng quickly made a seal with his hands, and the aura in his body became stronger and stronger.

And the space around Wang Feng was trembling, as if something terrible was about to appear.

"What a powerful aura, my whole body is trembling. What on earth is Wang Feng doing?"

"No, I can't hold this breath anymore. I have to leave first. It's too strong. What on earth is Wang Feng doing?"

"What on earth is this?"

In the distant void, figures kept leaving. The aura around Wang Feng was really too strong. Even if they were so far away, they couldn't bear it. The figures left one after another. As for the Hedao Stage True Lord, he had already All ran away.

After a few minutes, there were still a dozen or so geniuses in the field, among whom the young man standing at the front looked extremely solemn.

He is the only genius of the second echelon here. In the past, he would have been sure to break Wang Feng's Bafangjing, but now, sensing the aura around Wang Feng, his face was extremely solemn, and he was a little unsure.

The rest are the geniuses of the third echelon. Like the young people at the front, they all have extremely solemn expressions.

In their minds, Wang Feng's strength was not as good as theirs. They didn't know what kind of bad luck he had to obtain Bafangjing's powerful martial arts to be able to crush them.

They have always been dissatisfied with Wang Feng from the bottom of their hearts. As long as Wang Feng does not use Bafangjing, they are confident that they can defeat Wang Feng.

But now, they are not confident anymore.

"What the hell is this guy doing?"

Ye Lin kept dodging the killing moves in the void, looking at Wang Feng in the distance with a solemn expression.

What on earth is Wang Feng doing? Even I couldn't understand it. The aura was so powerful that I didn't dare to look directly at him.

At this moment, a sword flashed in the void behind Ye Lin, and another bloody wound appeared on Ye Lin's back, which was the price of being distracted.

Ye Lin would be injured even if his mind wandered for 0.001 seconds.

"What kind of trump card should he be using? No, I must stop him, otherwise I will die."

Ye Lin suddenly had a hard look on his face, and his intuition told him that he must interrupt Wang Feng, otherwise he would die.

Although this idea is outrageous, Ye Lin thinks it is true.

The next moment, a long sword appeared in Ye Lin's hand, a blood-red long sword, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword.

"kill."