The fourth earth-yellow halo has frightened a large number of warriors and is unable to extricate themselves.
The fifth halo!
The sixth halo!
By the time the tenth halo appeared, everyone's expressions had become numb and they stood there dumbfounded.
In the Tiannan Kingdom, the Tianjiao of the tenth level of Huangpin are the absolute Tianjiao.
Even the twelve geniuses on the Green Lotus Ranking, apart from Wen Ruyu, are only tenth-level Huangpin martial souls.
The difference between the strength and weakness of Qinglianbang warriors is related to their age, the martial arts they practice, and the true meaning they understand.
The sword martial spirit itself is one of the most powerful killing spirits.
The sharp sword light seemed to have exploded with thunder on the calm water surface of Kaiyuan Mansion, alarming many important figures in Kaiyuan Mansion.
Even the slovenly middle-aged man from Tiannan College appeared in the void. However, if he didn't want others to notice, maybe only Qingluan and Qin Feng, who controlled the fiery eyes and golden eyes, could see him.
"Huangpin tenth level sword martial spirit, that's not right! It's not just that simple. Above the sword martial spirit, those seemingly chaotic lines are actually condensed with the true intention of killing. This is somewhat similar to the aura on Qin Feng's body."
Even if he is a slovenly middle-aged man who has transformed his true meaning into the supreme avenue, he cannot imprint the power of his true meaning on other people's martial arts souls.
Qin Feng must have a deep secret.
At the same time, he turned his attention to the pot of rice porridge. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find anything special in it. It was no different from ordinary rice porridge.
In the end, I could only sigh: "Qin Feng's future is absolutely unlimited!"
At the same time, a kind of curiosity arose in the calm heart of the sloppy middle-aged man.
How many Heavenly Gates did Qin Feng ascend to among the ninety-nine Heavenly Gates?
Of course, this is all an aside, but let’s focus our attention on Jusheng Pavilion again.
At this time, everyone was dumbfounded!
The enemies who had vaguely surrounded Qin Feng were shaking violently and irregularly as if they were suffering from epilepsy.
Each khaki halo was like a slap hitting their faces hard.
The worst offender is Feng Ya, who has been slapped in the face one after another.
Even the Feng family has become a joke.
Feng Xiao was the abandoned son of their family, and coupled with Feng Potian's relationship, they were destined to have eternal hatred.
A proud man of the tenth level of Huangpin is absolutely qualified to be paid attention to by their Feng family.
"Grandson, does this slap in the face hurt a little? I told you a long time ago, don't show off in front of me, because I will slap you in the face. Now I solemnly introduce to you again, my name is Qin Feng, known as the little prince of slaps in the face.
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Qin Feng's ruthless words were like a chain of palms.
Feng Ya, who was already filled with endless flames in his heart, actually looked up to the sky and vomited blood.
Such a scene left everyone stunned and confused.
"Perhaps, in the future I will not only be the little prince who slaps the face, but I will also be the invincible devil that makes people vomit blood."
Qin Feng's ridiculing words made Feng Ya even worse, and he even vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood again.
His figure was swaying, and even his martial soul was shaking. Finally, he was taken away directly by many Feng family warriors amid a burst of ridicule.
"No way! I don't believe it!"
After a while, Zhao Long, the fifth-grade alchemist, finally recovered from his shock.
He looked like he was crazy, muttering something in his mouth.
Suddenly, a flash of light burst out from his eyes: "Fake! Everything is fake! The so-called Huangpin third-level martial arts are all fake. Feng Xiao himself is a Huangpin tenth-level genius. Just because
Living in the Feng family, one has to hide one's martial soul, which is why the third-level Huangpin sword martial soul is said to be one."
This explanation seems to be perfect, but there are loopholes in it, and it is impossible to delve into it at all.
First, Feng Xiao is the son of Feng Potian, and the head of the Feng family wants to destroy him all the time. When he awakens his martial spirit, he will definitely guard against any deviation, lest there be any deviation.
Secondly, not even the seven major aristocratic families or the thirteen noble families have the combat skills to hide the martial spirit. Feng Xiao is an abandoned son of the family, so how can he hide the martial spirit?
Thinking of this, many warriors started talking about it.
The warriors from the professional association only looked at him a few times, and everyone fell silent.
Qin Feng didn't care at all, and didn't even refute.
Instead, he walked up to a woman with an extremely ugly face.
She is like a flower that everyone laughs at.
"Everyone must be aware of the existence of Ruhua, and I can never lie. Just now, your alchemist said that the Beauty Pill, the Reborn Marrow Cleansing Pill, has been lost. It is also known as white rice porridge, and it can never have the effect of making people beautiful.
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Qin Feng looked indifferent and said to Zhao Long: "Since you are sticking your face out and want to be slapped in the face by me, then I will let him have a longer memory."
"Hmph! Don't be so crazy. I still don't believe that a bowl of white rice porridge can really turn a person who looks like a flower into a beauty."
To be honest, Zhao Long knew very well in his heart that that bowl of white rice porridge could really enhance the martial spirit, so he was naturally horrified.
Just like this, he was relieved. Making people beautiful and strengthening their martial souls were obviously unrelated aspects.
The strange white rice porridge can strengthen the martial soul, which is already legendary. It can never turn an extremely ugly person into a beauty.
This is what Zhao Long thinks.
This is not a rigid old scholar, he is clearly a treacherous fox.
But whether he is a treacherous fox or an old scholar, when he meets Qin Feng, he will just turn into a shrimp and crawl out.
After Ruhua drank the bowl of porridge, a magical scene appeared in front of her again.
In just a few breaths, a graceful woman in her twenties appeared in front of everyone.
Even if you see it with your own eyes, if the beautiful woman doesn't have those bloated and fat clothes.
Everyone will only feel that something is wrong with their eyes.
"I can't be dreaming!"
Compared to the scene where a martial soul transformed and a shockingly ugly woman turned into a beautiful woman, the sensation caused was even more intense.
That’s right!
Unless a warrior can step into the realm of legend, understand his own path, and pull out the breath of disaster, then a warrior can keep his youth forever, just like returning to his mother's womb and being reborn against the will of heaven.
Otherwise, even the warriors of the Three Disasters of Heaven and Man cannot change their appearance.
For any martial artist, especially those who are extremely female practitioners, being able to become younger is absolutely an invincible blessing.
You know, some of these women embark on the path of cultivation just because cultivation can make certain areas smoother.
It can directly help you achieve a graceful figure and a flawless face, making everyone flock to it.
"Bah bang bang! Is that a slap in the face? Our pharmacist Zhao Long, is there anything else you want to say?"
After Qin Feng slapped him in the face, his favorite thing was to step forward and step on him (To be continued)