Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You know, they still have tens of thousands of people, tens of thousands to one, it is a must-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng is, after all
In other words, even if a person is an ant eating an elephant, he can be exhausted to death. At this time, someone stepped forward and stood on Ling Feng's side. Is it because he feels that he has a long life?
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the fun, but now a person who came to see the fun ran to the opposite side instead. This was a bit inappropriate. On the side
Cang Yulong and Jiang Lixue were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes down his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical.
They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.
"This little brother has a very strong tone." Ling Feng glanced at Hong Dali, but he was not angry at all. He was just a little surprised when he looked at the goddess of wisdom. It was obvious that from his perspective, he felt that the goddess of wisdom was the only one he had ever seen in his life.
, but Tianjun is Tianjun after all. After being slightly surprised, he smiled and said: "Does it mean that little brother knows our ancestor?"
The Martial God Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it was really during the Tang Zhen period that it became famous. Therefore, Lingfeng was correct in calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch.
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was famous. He was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, it is impossible for this Hong Dali to have a relationship with Tang Zhen.
"Hehe, this matter is rather complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said softly and then said: "It's interesting. Anyway, then you just stand behind me to avoid being dumbfounded.
Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, let's do it. Ling always hates trouble."
"Amitabha, it's good, it's good. Donor Ling is free and easy. Anyway, although I am not talented, but as Donor Ling said, it is just words and words, which makes people upset. Why don't you let me give you some ideas and spend a few days with Donor Ling first?
I wonder what Ling Shi’s idea is?"
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head. His gray eyebrows almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was kind, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was exactly that.
One of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is really understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai.
Who is yours?"
The great monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Lingfeng, and said, "Amitabha is exactly my mentor. The poor monk is my mentor's first disciple, and his dharma name is Yuanmi."
Ling Feng said "Yes" and said, "Ling Mou has always admired Master Baolai's character."
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
Ling Feng continued: "Since Master Yuan Mie is a disciple of Master Baolai, Ling's fight with the master would be a bit of bullying." As he spoke, Ling Feng stretched out his feet and drew a circle on the ground, stood in slowly, and said with a smile.
: "Today, Ling Mou will give Master a hand. As long as Master can force Ling Mou out of this circle, Ling Mou will be considered defeated. How about that?"
He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene took a breath when they saw it.
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
After saying this, Master Yuan Mie's whole body was filled with internal energy, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with neon-like glow, which was exactly the realm of neon-eye divine light in the eighth chapter of the Baochan Neon Light Volume he practiced. He drew a semicircle with his right palm,
Ling Feng, who was standing in the circle, struck out with a "whoosh" of his palm. The surrounding internal energy surged, and a palm wind almost tore the air, leaving a huge palm print in the air.
One palm strike didn't stop, Yuan Mie stepped forward, and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking
Xiang Lingfeng!
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms.
Miu attacks Ling Feng at the same time, the power is so strong that you don't have to think too much.
Just as that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
As if in compliance with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.
In everyone's eyes, they could only see Tianjun Lingfeng's movements that seemed to be extremely slow, and every tiny movement of his body.
Including the corners of his clothes. Including every hair. Even Ling Feng's slightly narrowed electric eyes.
Ling Feng held his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the center of Yuan Mie's palm print, and pointed lightly.
Internal energy surges.
The huge palm print was in front of Ling Feng's finger, and it was difficult to move forward.
"Bo."
A slight sound sounded like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints disappeared into the air just like that.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Ling Feng remained motionless.
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
Hong Dali nodded at the side and said: "Hehe, it is indeed this move." Hong Dali had seen the scene where Tang Zhen and the Demon King of the Demon Tribe fought before. The scene was similar to this, but the power was not the same.
Speak.
After defeating Yuan Mie with one move, Ling Feng turned his head, looked at Hong Dali, and asked strangely: "Have you really seen Patriarch Tang Zhen?"
"Well, let's put it this way," Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said, "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me. He also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I
Didn’t practice, hehe..."
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar! (To be continued...)
