"Sixth-grade swordsman?" Ling Yun looked slightly startled, but he was dissatisfied. "Even if you are a sixth-grade swordsman, your strength has only reached the early stage of Dragon Peak. Why is there such a big gap between us?"

"Because... your mind is confused, and your action of waving the gun is full of flaws. Ling Yun, although your main target is not your gun, but if you can't swing this gun as your most trusted weapon, then

The meaning of existence is gone.”

Luo Feng's words seemed to be spoken lightly, but at this moment, an extremely violent chemical reaction occurred in Ling Yun's heart.

Ling Yun knelt on the ground with a plop, remembering the teachings of the old man who taught him marksmanship.

The two...are almost exactly the same.

Why?

I am the same age as Luo Feng, but Luo Feng can see such professional problems?

Is this the difference between the two?

"Why do you only go out to practice for more than a year, but I feel that you have grown so much?" Ling Yun finally asked.

He wanted to know everything about Luo Feng urgently.

"How should I put it? The length of time does not represent the strength of a warrior. If you want to become stronger, you can only abandon life and death."

"Abandon life and death?"

"Yes, abandon life and death," Luo Feng patted Ling Yun on the shoulder, "I have gone through unimaginable training for more than a year, so it is natural that I can achieve some success now."

"Then... what is your peak strength? Can I see it? At least... I want to see it," Ling Yun stood up excitedly and held the spear in his hand, his eyes no longer confused.

Not only him, but also many warriors at the same time as Luo Feng and even newcomers had this idea.

Undoubtedly, in the minds of many people, whether it is the little heavenly master or the strongest genius of the Zhuge family in a hundred years, they are far less shocking than Luo Feng.

After all, they all have their own halo, and their reputation has already been established in China before they came out of the mountain.

"Luo Feng, let us take a look too. We also want to know the gap between us."

Everyone's eyes were shining with awe.

Seeing this, Luo Feng did not refuse, but looked at everyone, "Okay, okay."

After saying this, Luo Feng asked everyone to come in.

Suddenly the entire martial arts hall was surrounded.

There is only one way to prove Luo Feng's strength.

Luo Feng used his wooden sword to easily draw a line on the floor.

"You can go together, or you can use any means. Just wait for me to call start. If you can cross this line, it is enough to prove that you are strong."

Everyone was stunned, it seemed that it was not difficult.

After all, most of the people here are capable warriors. Can't we pass this line if we all work together?

"So...are you ready?"

Luo Feng had his knees crossed, as if he was sitting and waiting to watch a show.

This move not only ignited everyone's competitive spirit, but also gave everyone an unprecedented sense of tension.

"How on earth does Luo Feng want to deal with so many people?"

"start!!!"

As soon as Luo Feng finished speaking, the roars of the warriors could be heard throughout the martial arts hall.

Everyone turned into lightning and shot towards that line.

At this time, there was only one idea in everyone's mind.

"I am strong when I cross the line!"

But...

The moment everyone took a step forward, Luo Feng also opened his eyes, and his face no longer showed any carelessness as before, instead it was replaced by a strange and terrifying face.

The murderous aura exploded instantly with Luo Feng as the source, and the wind pressure rapidly twisted and spread.

"Asura field, open!"

"boom!"

The terrifying sense of oppression swallowed everyone up instantly.

Some warriors who had no actual combat experience froze on the spot. Before they could realize what was going on, their eyes widened and they fell to the ground, their whole bodies twitching violently.

"This!" Ling Yun and others just felt an extremely strange and unfamiliar pressure, and were dumbfounded when they saw the reaction of the junior behind them.

How do they know what Shura Field is? This is the first time they have encountered this situation.

"Nevermind, go ahead!" Ling Yun waved his spear and almost ran towards Luo Feng.

As long as... he crosses the line, he will be a strong person. This childish and stubborn idea is deeply rooted in everyone's heart at this time, and it is also the future of the Chinese warrior world.

"Not bad," Luo Feng smiled faintly, looking at the people still standing and nodding.

It's a pity that Luo Feng's road construction site just now was barely C-level strength.

Luo Feng had no intention of letting go. This time he wanted to let everyone know what this world is like.

"Asura field, B level, open!"

"boom!"

An even more terrifying murderous intent unfolded. This time, not only the junior warriors, but also the warriors at the same time as Luo Feng felt the violent shock.

The black crowd immediately knelt on the ground. Ling Yun and others could still stand at first, but finally fell down, had a strong physiological reaction, and began to vomit violently.

"What on earth is this?" Ling Yun asked Luo Feng loudly while wailing.

The entire martial arts hall was spinning rapidly in his mind, and his biological instinct was telling him to get out of here. The opponent is not an opponent you can challenge.

The fear of death was so strong that Ling Yun couldn't stop trembling.

"Why do you want to give up? If you give up, you can admit defeat and I will stop now!"

"Wait a minute," Ling Yun directly discarded the heavy spear, his eyes bloodthirsty, "I can't give up. If you can do it, so can I!"

Under Luo Feng's gaze, Ling Yun climbed toward Luo Feng with difficulty.

"This guy is quite bloody," Luo Feng couldn't help but admire him.

If this were my previous self, I would have fainted and died.

The B-level Shura field is really not low, not to mention that it is still being endured by ordinary people.

"Luo Feng, what are you doing?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded at the door of the martial arts hall.

Everyone looked back and was stunned.

A thin man in a white robe stood at the door.

Everyone recognizes him, the number one person in the world is "Anan."

And Luo Feng also recognized Anan.

"Anan?" Luo Feng smiled when he saw an old acquaintance on the Road to Purgatory.

Although Zhu Zhengyi had told Luo Feng that Anan was still alive and had returned to China, he still couldn't hide his secret joy when he saw an old acquaintance here.

Luo Feng quickly took the Shura field back, stood up and came to Anan.

Anan raised his head with a cold expression, "The meeting is about to begin. Mr. Yang asked me to inform you to go to the large conference room in C2."

"So fast?" Luo Feng glanced at the messy scene behind him and clasped his fists at everyone, "We'll discuss it later, I'll go and get busy first."

After speaking, Luo Feng left under the gaze of a confused Ling Yun.

"What are you doing?" Ling Yun stood up angrily, grabbing the collar of Anan's white robe regardless of his identity, "I'm obviously almost successful."

"Success?" Anan glanced at the line drawn by Luo Feng and understood what was going on. He raised his eyebrows as if he was looking down on everyone, "You don't really think you can cross that line, do you?

You should be grateful that I came in time."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the murderous intent Luo Feng just released is not even half as powerful. If he really releases all the murderous intent, you will already be dead and cannot die anymore."

"Impossible," Ling Yun said excitedly, "This is absolutely impossible."

Anan glanced at the direction Luo Feng left and said calmly, "Although you are in the same realm, I have to tell you the truth. That guy's strength is already above mine now. Even I am not his opponent. How about you?

"

"Stronger than...than you?"
Chapter completed!