Chapter 452： joke

A supreme phantom was slowly released.

It is a ghost of Fuqin.

The phantom sat cross-legged, a string of piano trembling slightly, but a murderous aura turned into a substantive brilliance, as if a thousand arrows pierced through the heart, condensing in the void.

"Qin Shen Xu Ying! Primordial Bloodline... Junior Brother! Are you crazy?!"

Senior Brother Long shouted angrily.

Among the peak masters of these peaks, many people have the Primordial bloodline in their bodies, and the Primordial bloodline of Xianye is a bloodline of the Qin God.

That phantom is vast and incomparable. Although it may seem ordinary, it actually carries a terrible murderous aura. Once it is shot, it is like a catastrophe for all beings.

"Chang!"

Elder Lin Yue has a pretty face with anger, and while waving his jade hand, a huge sword shadow has already risen behind his head:

"Xianye, I have endured you for a long time!"

"Humph……"

The Elder Wandering Elephant moved his back and suddenly a huge phantom was slowly released, which was a terrifying idol.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing all the elders, they stood on the side of Futu Peak together, Xianye seemed to be completely crazy, with crazy laughter in his mouth, the laughter was spiteful, crazy, and endless. :

"Qin Feng...you have the aura of my disciple, Qing Ming's hand, that is a fragment, originally a middle-rank martial art, but because of its incompleteness, there are only those that are infinitely close to the lower-rank. Power, and this hand of Qing Ming, I just passed it to Tomb Cheng Lin, why is there the breath of this hand of Qing Ming in your body?!"

"what?!"

As soon as this remark came out, the face of the elders suddenly couldn't bear a change.

Looking at each other, I don't know what to answer.

They naturally knew this hand of Qing Ming.

This is a fragment obtained by Xian Ye back then, it is obscure and difficult to understand, and it is even more difficult to cultivate, and as far as they know, the hand of Qing Ming is indeed only cultivated by Tomb Cheng Lin.

Silence Mu Ran's face moved slightly, and there was a wry smile in his heart.

Originally, he felt that the disappearance of this tomb Cheng Lin had something to do with Qin Feng. He did not expect that this feeling was so accurate.

"joke!"

Shui Wuhen strides out of the star rain.

A sneer appeared on his face:

"Elder Xianye, you are really joking... What is the strength of Junior Brother Qin of my Buddha Peak? Even now, it is only a mere five-fold True Spirit Realm. How does it compare to your Qi Tianfeng Tomb? As you know, that is the eightfold cultivation base of the True Spirit Realm. Do you think that this realm is a playhouse and you can play it casually? Or is it that you are so unsure of your disciple that you just have the cultivation level of three realms at random. Can it be killed?"

After saying this, for a while, the elders also began to nod slightly.

"you……"

Facing Shui Wuhen's questioning, this Xian Ye's face couldn't help being twisted.

But how should he answer these words?

If this matter is confirmed, doesn't it mean that his disciple of Xian Ye is an incompetent person, and Qin Feng's small True Spirit Realm five level has been killed by a leap.

However, they would not know that Qin Feng at this time did have the fighting power to defeat the Eightfold True Spirit Realm, and Qin Feng had once killed the Canghai Hall Master of the Eightfold True Spirit Realm!

Of course, this was because the other party was cultivating the devil way, and the devilish energy on his body was restrained by Qin Feng's Evil Breaking Eye.