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: Make a tiger a cat

"I have something to say, I don't have time to hang out with you here." Yi Feng seemed a little impatient.

Meng Xiang didn't care about Serie B's emotional changes at all, but just said lightly: "My time is also precious, but I think this matter is unfair."

"What's unfair?" Yi Feng became even more impatient.

"I was right at first, but you wanted to force me to apologize. Are you saying fair?"

"What do you want?"

"It's very simple. If I win, you need to pay me a treasure that is no less than my eye spring."

Yi Feng looked at the Lingquan next to Meng Xiang, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. He was different from his two disciples. They just took the spring water in the Lingquan and thought that they might break through to the Demon King after taking it, but like Meng Xiang, he valued the most the most the Lingquan itself.

There are some life Taoist patterns inside the eye spirit spring, which can convert some other energy into life energy at a certain speed. Although the number of life Taoist patterns is small and not much life energy can be converted, it is also considered a rare spiritual object, and its value is incomparable to the spring water in the spring.

"This..." Yi Feng showed a hint of hesitation. Even though he was an elder of the Qingqiu Tribe and was worth a lot of money, he would hurt his flesh if he had to take out a treasure of the same value as Lingquan.

Meng Xiang's eyes swept over Yifeng's face and said, "Yifeng, you are the elder of the famous Qingqiu Tribe. You can't even bets like this, right?"

Boy, he is still so arrogant when he dies. A fierce light flashed in Yifeng's eyes and said in a deep voice: "I can promise you the conditions, but I also need to add one condition."

"explain"

"If you lose, in addition to apologizing to our master and disciple, you also have to hand over the spiritual spring to us."

Meng Xiang chuckled and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "I didn't expect that all the masters and apprentices are so interested in my eye spirit spring. I am really worthy of being a master and apprentice. Even my eyes are the same as sharp and my heart is also greedy. Okay, I promise you that as long as you can defeat me, this eye spirit spring will be yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xiang reached out and grabbed Lingquan. His palm suddenly grew bigger and reached about ten feet in a flash, covering the small-eyed Lingquan in his palm.

Yi Feng was shocked, afraid that Meng Xiang would destroy Lingquan, and subconsciously shouted: "Stop what are you going to do?"

"It seems you don't need to worry about what I do, right?"

"Of course I have to take care of it. Now this is the bet on Lingquan. What if you do it casually?"

"If it is broken, it will be broken. What I mean is that if you lose, you will take out a treasure of the same value as this Lingquan for me. Wouldn't it be better if it is broken and depreciated? At least you can pay less."

Meng Xiang no longer paid attention to Yi Feng, and his palm suddenly grabbed Lingquan with his bigger hand. Yi Feng's lips moved a few times, but he finally didn't say anything to stop him. However, the murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at Meng Xiang was even better.

Meng Xiang's seemingly casual grab suddenly lifted the entire Lingquan from the ground. It was a little shaped like a jar, but there was no damage. The two fox demons injured by Meng Xiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although even if the Lingquan was taken away by Yi Feng, they could not divide it, but I don't know if it was because they were injured because of it, and psychologically they didn't want it to be destroyed.

Yi Feng's expression showed a hint of solemnity. After all, he was a demon king, not comparable to that of half king. Even the half king who was about to be promoted would not do it. He saw a lot of things from Meng Xiang's action of grabbing Lingquan.

To be honest, Yi Feng looked down on Meng Xiang. Although he easily defeated his two apprentices and destroyed his rescue operations, he was still a small demon general in his eyes. He kept looking down at him, just like a rich man watching a young man busy with three meals a day, thinking that as long as he became serious, he would be defeated by his hands in an instant, which was also the fundamental reason why he proposed to solve the problem through force.

But from Meng Xiang's light grab just now, Yi Feng felt the pressure. Although the Lingquan of the Eye was not big, it had existed for a long time. It was like a big tree that had long been closely linked to the earth. It would be absolutely not an easy task to peel it from the earth without damaging it at all. If he were afraid he would not be able to do such a light weight, and it would be fine.

Although each person and one demon are a hundred miles apart, Meng Xiang's eyesight is much better than Yi Feng, so he looks at him as if he is standing in front of him. Naturally, even the most subtle changes on Yi Feng's face can hardly escape his eyes.

Are you surprised now? A sneer appeared on the corner of Meng Xiang's mouth, but he pretended to be unable to notice the change in Yi Feng's expression, and said loudly: "You don't need to stare at my Lingquan like this, right? Besides, thinking is useless. If you want it, you need to do it yourself, but I'm afraid you don't have the ability." He grabbed Lingquan's big hand and retracted it, and Lingquan immediately disappeared.

Yi Feng heard the contempt and provocation in Meng Xiang's words, and the slightest scruple in his heart was immediately swallowed up by anger, and said coldly: "Okay. Then let's see the truth from behind." After that, he signaled his two apprentices to retreat, and then without taking off the air, he walked towards Meng Xiang with great strides.

Yi Feng's steps were very big, and he could take three or five miles in one step, just like Luo Xingyuan's terrifying gravity had no effect on him, so the distance between him and Meng Xiang was quickly shortened, and while he was moving forward, he also took advantage of the momentum of his progress to make his aura rise step by step like a snowball.

Yi Feng looked at Meng Xiang standing in the distance and sneered in his heart. The demon general was the demon general, and he didn't even understand the principle of making the opponent unable to accumulate momentum. The last trace of worry in his heart also dissipated. As long as Meng Xiang could not destroy his rhythm, when he reached the best attack distance, his momentum would be fully accumulated. At that time, his attack would definitely shock the sky. Even a demon king with the same level as him would have to avoid the edge, let alone a small demon general like Meng Xiang?

As for whether Meng Xiang would escape during his attack, so that his momentum would be lost in one shot, Yi Feng was not worried at all. Before he attacked Meng Xiang, he had already locked him up, and he could not dodge quickly. Even if he could make evasive moves, his attack had already fallen on him and everything was over.

Thinking of the pride, Yi Feng's spirit was greatly boosted, and his aura soared even more powerfully, as if the whole space was trembling with him, just as if he had become the master of this world, and the fate of any life was in his mind.

In the eyes of Yi Feng's two disciples, his master suddenly became extremely tall, taller than a mountain, while Meng Xiang's figure was shrinking and turned into a little ant. Not to mention that he was attacking him, he could only breathe him out of the sky.

Meng Xiang just looked at Yi Feng quietly, motionless, his expression calm and constant, without any fluctuations due to the opponent's rushing momentum. It was like the sky collapsed, and his emotions did not fluctuate at all, but in the eyes of the two fox demons, he was considered to have been frightened, and even Yi Feng thought he was shocked by him.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Feng was less than fifty miles away from Meng Xiang. As long as he took three steps forward, he could reach his best attack distance. Although his attack distance can be many times farther than now, the best attack distance cannot be that far.

Yi Feng took two steps forward in a row, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly became strong, because as long as he took another step forward, his momentum would reach its peak, and his accumulated attack would also be instantly hit. But at this moment, Meng Xiang, who had not moved, moved, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, like a volcanic eruption, soaring into the sky.

Yifeng's face suddenly became ugly. The scene was like a dream but someone kicked under the bed. It was like running forward. A big wall suddenly appeared in front of him. It felt so unhappy. However, Yifeng's situation became even more serious. He was like he was pinched after sucking anger. The momentum he had accumulated before not only could not help him, but became a serious burden for him. If he could not vent it in time, it would definitely retaliate against himself, which was equivalent to attacking himself with all his strength.

Yi Feng showed a constipated expression and slapped Meng Xiang with a fist. Suddenly, a golden beam of light shot out, shining brightly, shaking the world, with extraordinary momentum. Moreover, during the flight, terrifying forces swarmed from all directions and merged with him to increase his momentum. However, he knew very well that this punch did not even exert 70% of his power at the peak.

However, Meng Xiang's actions made Yi Feng feel a little happy. He actually swung his fist and counterattacked at the golden light beam shot out from his fist. He was really looking for death. Do you really think that a small demon general like you can compete with me head-on?

Yifeng's two disciples even showed a look of pity in their eyes. It seemed that they had seen Meng Xiang turn into powder under his master's terrifying blow, but they immediately changed their expressions, and his master was the same. Looking at Meng Xiang was like seeing a monster.

When Meng Xiang hit his fist, he did not shoot out like Yi Feng, but the fist itself began to grow rapidly, almost reaching more than ten feet in a row. However, this was not what surprised Master Yi Feng and his disciples. What shocked them was the terrifying scene that arose during the process of his fist.

The heaven and earth trembled violently, just as it was afraid of the terrifying aura emitted from Meng Xiang's fist. Then the sky light dimmed, as if it was covered by a curtain. At the same time, the terrifying power gathered from his fist in all directions, just like the whole space collapsed towards his fist, emitting a destructive aura, and the mighty aura actually overshadowed Yi Feng.

"Ah" Meng Xiang suddenly roared and punched out, and during the whole process, the momentum on the fist was still soaring, so when it collided with Yi Feng's light-shaped fist force, it was like a big hammer hitting an exquisite porcelain piece. The golden light column was shattered and turned into countless golden debris, flying all over the sky.

Yi Feng felt a terrifying force hit him, and the aura emitted suffocated him, as if he wanted to completely crush him. He didn't want to retreat, but he had to retreat. Only then did he realize that he was really underestimating Meng Xiang. Not to mention anything else, it was purely compared to power. He was worse than Meng Xiang, and he was much worse than Meng Xiang.

Unwillingly, Yi Feng retreated quickly. He knew very well that if he fought against the fist force from Meng Xiang, he would suffer great damage to his hands. Even so, he could not completely remove Meng Xiang's fist force. His chest was shaken, his heart hurt violently, and a stream of red blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

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