Chapter 62

Chapter 62 who is waste?

Chen Feng, it's incredible that tianqizhong's strength can be achieved in the future! It made everyone dumbfounded.

Even Chen Feng was stunned.

He had never been in such a state before.

He didn't find that at this time, the ancient tripod in the Dantian was gently rotating. The drop of dragon blood in it separated out a wisp that was extremely thin, hundreds of times thinner than hair, and poured into Chen Feng's meridians, along with the true Qi, into Chen Feng's sword.

Chen Feng broke his drink with a sound, and the sword walked lightly, and a sword stabbed out.

His palm technique is powerful and powerful. It's like a mountain opened in Wuding. It seems that even the mountains can be shattered. But the sword technique was light and elegant, extremely fast. This strong contrast made ran Changling uncomfortable to death, almost spitting out old blood.

In fact, Chen Feng himself is also very uncomfortable with such transformation, but he doesn't care so much.

He knew that his opponent must be more uncomfortable than himself.

In the rain, there are complicated and gorgeous white flying flowers, ups and downs, falling in profusion.

"How beautiful!" An elder sighed softly.

Several other elders nodded in agreement.

"Besides being good-looking, it's useless?" Ran Changling snorted coldly with disdain.

He doesn't think Chen Feng's sword has much power.

This flying flower made him feel no threat.

So ran Changling slapped him.

Ran Yuxue exclaimed, "no!"

But it's too late.

Originally plain and seemingly powerless, the flying flowers suddenly burst into bloom when they met ran Changling's palm.

The huge and incomparable killing intention bloomed in an instant, wrapping ran Changling's right hand, including his arm. The petals, which are extremely sharp and can be temporarily cut even in space, easily break the protective Qi of Ran Changling.

After the white flying flowers bloom, they wither, and the petals wither and disappear in the air.

And ran Changling's arm was only a thin white bone! All the flesh and blood were crushed by flying flowers!

It's so powerful!

Ran Changling hugged his arm and sent out a burst of miserable screams, rolling back and forth on the ground.

Chen Feng kicked him off the challenge arena.

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the challenge arena and roared up to the sky.

Everyone can hear the anger, grievance and vent after victory hidden in his howling!

The sound spread far away, and endless echoes rang out in the mountains.

He pointed to ran Yuxue and was arrogant.

"For the sake of your love with my master at the beginning, I call you Shiniang! For your face, I'll spare his life!"

"Don't you think highly of him? Isn't he your nephew? Haven't you been teaching him carefully?"

"But now, he has been defeated by me! How dare you say my master is a waste, and how dare you say I am a waste?"

His words are domineering, and his eyes are as cold as the gods.

Ran Yuxue felt that looking at him would hurt her eyes.

"Frog at the bottom of the well, short-sighted, but with a little achievement, you don't know your last name. If you succeed, you'll be rampant! You're doomed not to be a big thing!"

Ran Yuxue lowered her head and said a cold word, then hugged ran Changling and left in a hurry.

Chen Feng was extremely happy and laughed.

All the disciples under the stage looked at Chen Feng with infinite admiration, and their eyes showed deep respect.

They gave out bursts of fierce cheers.

Zhao Ruoxi and other elders Tieqing left with a face, while Han Cong and other elders went to the challenge arena and surrounded Chen Feng with praise.

Chen Feng accepted the arrogance of just now, and he was very modest to face these well intentioned elders.

What Chen Feng didn't know was that at this time, there was also an argument about him in the supreme Hall of waizong on the broken arrow peak.

Broken arrow peak is 3000 feet high. At the peak, a meeting hall with a radius of 100 feet stands majestically, majestic, lonely and solemn.

Here is the core of waizong.

At this time, in the hall, Su Zhaodong, the supreme elder, is confronting Chen Guyun, the supreme elder who is responsible for guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion, and the two people glare at each other.

"Chen Feng, this little beast, is Yan Qingyu's disciple of that scourge! Yan Qingyu was restless at the beginning, and the disciple he took was also a troublemaker!"

"He was obviously unable to practice before, but suddenly he was able to practice. Who knows what's strange in it?"

"After his strength was strong, he became rampant when he was successful. He had been injured and killed several disciples repeatedly, and he was ruthless! And he repeatedly spoke wildly to the teacher without respect, which has seriously violated the rules of the sect!"

"Such ambitious, ungrateful, malicious people, even if they grow up, are also a disaster!"

Su Zhao said these words in a righteous manner.

Then he arched his hand at a middle-aged man sitting in the middle and said, "Lord, please punish this person severely! Abolish his cultivation, destroy Dantian, and put him in the prison of the death hall. He will be tortured! Let him not survive or die!"

He thought of his grandson who was still lying in bed, and was immediately filled with resentment.

A group of elders immediately agreed.

The supreme elder Chen Guyun snorted, "fart!"

"What did you say?" Su Zhaodong glared angrily.

"I said you farted!"