However, it was said that Yun Ting took out this shot with a palm, and the flames swept across it with great momentum. But what he didn't know was that behind him, Zhao Qianchen, who was already in the Qi Gathering state, sneered and whispered to himself: "This idiot, I didn't expect that.
I really dare to go up there.”
Then there was a trace of curiosity in his eyes. Even if he wanted to receive Zhang Yunting's palm, it would take some effort. It was just right to see how strong Lin Feng was at this time. He was not just a person, but also a person.
A way forward is needed.
He folded his arms and leaned against the window sill, watching Zhang Yunting's movements at leisure.
Lin Feng, who was in the field, saw that Zhang Yunting couldn't stand his words and raised his hands to rush in front of him. The sarcasm in his eyes became a little more serious. He casually glanced at Zhao Qianchen who was standing behind him with his arms folded, as if provoking, but also as if he was asking for help.
Demonstration.
Then he took a step forward, and wisps of sword energy rose up from his palms and merged into his palms. A stream of abundant spiritual energy poured out from the meridians in his arms and merged into his palms, gradually joining with the strands of sword energy.
Fusion, until the light in the hand becomes stronger and stronger, like the sword unsheathed, the sword energy in the hand gathers into a ball, and slaps away at Zhang Yunting.
"Water-breaking Palm!"
It's not that Lin Feng likes to use the Water-Breaking Palm, but he discovered during his practice that the Water-Breaking Palm has the lowest palm level and is more adaptable to sword energy, so he uses it frequently.
The palms of the two people instantly connected. Lin Feng only felt a burning heat coming from his hands, and the clothes on his arms even showed signs of burning. It seems that Zhang Jia's palm skills are somewhat unique.
He originally didn't notice it after so many years of fighting, but at this moment, he is no longer the same person as before, so he snorted coldly.
The strength in his hands increased again.
Zhang Yunting originally had full confidence in his palm skills. When he faced Lin Feng, he was suppressed at every turn. Now that he finally had a chance to vent his anger, he naturally used all his strength.
But as soon as he took it, he found that Lin Feng's palm was full of counter-shock force. The heat that could have burned the iron was completely isolated behind Lin Feng's palm. There were even needle-like needles coming from his hand.
A stabbing pain.
The painful feeling followed his palms and forearms and gradually invaded his body, and Zhang Yunting couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Lin Feng, your cultivation has not been abolished! What kind of spiritual energy do you have? How can you be so weird?"
But all he received in response was bursts of more violent sword energy. Zhang Yunting could only grit his teeth and continue to pour spiritual power into his palms, and in the next moment, an abundant spiritual power swept over him.
Along with Lin Feng's chuckle: "Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, go home and rest in peace."
Zhang Yunting's expression changed. Lin Feng's hand was hit by spiritual power that was ten times more powerful than before. The flame-melting palm was instantly broken. With a miserable howl, he was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground. His face was pale.
His arms were even more like sword marks.
Lin Feng glanced at Zhang Yunting lightly, patted the burn marks on his sleeves, walked up to him and chuckled.
"You can be proud of yourself if you can leave burning marks on my sleeves, Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Yunting was struck by the sword energy at this moment, and all the meridians in his body were disrupted for a moment. He couldn't take a breath and fainted in an instant.
Lin Feng clicked his tongue, moved lightly, and sat on the tea seat that originally belonged to him. He slowly poured himself a cup of warm tea and whispered:
"It seems that this young master has regressed a lot compared to before. I always thought that his flame-melting palm was a bit tricky in the past, but now it seems that it is just mediocre. The path of cultivation is really like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. This is true for people and things.
So, what do you think, Zhao Qianchen, Young Master Zhao."
Zhao Qianchen's eyes were fixed on Lin Feng at this moment, and cold air was constantly emanating from his hands, but the cold air sometimes rose and sometimes contracted, just like his unstable mood.
Even though he was as confident as Lin Feng, he couldn't take Zhang Yunting's palm almost unscathed. Originally, he and Lin Feng were only about the same strength. He thought that he could defeat Lin Feng after reaching the Qi Gathering Realm.
Especially when he heard that the young master of the Lin family had changed and Lin Feng had lost all his cultivation, his self-confidence reached its peak.
But now it seems that the external rumors are all false. Is this also Lin Feng's routine?
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the coldness in his hands suddenly became strong. He decided that no matter what the situation was, he had to give it a try. The comparison of the strengths of the three major families would ultimately be determined by force.
Taking the tea cup from the table with one palm, this is also an ability that can be obtained after reaching the Qi Gathering Realm, to retrieve objects from the air.
As soon as I got the teacup, it was instantly covered with frost, coating the teacup with a layer of silvery white frost, and wisps of cold air flowed smoothly down the teacup.
Zhao Qianchen's hand also made Lin Feng's expression more solemn. He slowly held his teacup tightly and poured spiritual power into it. Unlike the teacup that was filled with cold air, the teacup in Lin Feng's hand was not leaking.
It's like simply picking it up.
Seeing that the cold air in Zhao Qianchen's tea cup was getting stronger and stronger, Lin Feng slowly said:
"I didn't expect you to reach the early stage of Qi Gathering Realm. I really underestimated you at the beginning."
Zhao Qianchen's face was solemn. At this moment, he had already noticed the domineering sword energy leaking from Lin Feng's hand, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip a little more.
With a wave of his right hand, the teacup covered in cold air shot out, bringing with it a burst of cold air, hitting Lin Feng's face directly. Under the induction of Qi, the teacup in Lin Feng's hand was also ejected, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.
The next moment, two teacups collided in the air, and cold air spread out. There was an explosion, and the cold air covered the entire tea tray, and the surrounding green plants were stained with a layer of white frost.
When the cold air around him dissipated, Zhao Qianchen looked at a corner of the room, where there was a broken teacup with only a quarter left. Most of the white frost had dissipated and was still exuding cold air.
In another corner of the room, an intact tea cup was placed quietly, and even the tea in it was seven-tenths full.
Zhao Qianchen was silent for a while. The difference in strength was not a small one. Looking at Zhang Yunting who was still lying on the ground, he could only survive because of his mercy.
Putting away his hostility and fighting spirit, Zhao Qianchen sat down again. After realizing the gap between the two, his fighting spirit was aroused.
"Lin Feng, you are still ahead of me, what do you want!?"
This is a rule between the three major families, and it is also an unspoken rule. Lin Feng was silent for a moment and said: "You cannot go and fight for the eighteen streets that belong to my Lin family within a year. On the contrary, you have to protect my Lin family."
.”
Zhao Qianchen was stunned. Normally, Lin Feng would definitely not just ask for this, he would just be conservative and not ask for more streets and mineral deposits. This was not in line with his habits.
Suddenly something clicked in his mind. If it was understandable not to fight for it within a year, then what does it mean to protect the Lin family's guards? Then he suddenly thought of something and confirmed: "The Lin family has really changed the young master?"
Lin Feng nodded with a complicated expression, answering his question.
"This is my request, or do you think that I am no longer the young master at this time and can ignore the rules we have set?"
Zhao Qianchen shook his head. Dressed in white, his eyes were deep.
"I, Zhao Qianchen, will keep my word. I promise you that as long as I am here, I will not let anyone else touch your Lin family guard. When the day comes that I can defeat you, I will naturally make my request. I'm afraid that you will
I dare not agree."
"Then I will wait for the day when Brother Zhao makes a request to me. No matter what the reasonable request is, I, Lin Feng, will definitely fulfill it!"
Lin Feng smiled slightly. He had understood Zhao Qianchen's character thoroughly. If it were Young Master Zhang on the ground, he probably wouldn't be so straightforward.
Since the purpose of this trip has been achieved, there is no need to stay long. His time is very precious.
After leaving Tianshui Pavilion, walking towards the west, we came to a teahouse.
At this time, Lin Shan had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Lin Feng walking in, he immediately stood up and asked.
"Brother Feng, how about it!?"
Lin Feng felt a little tired. He had fought with three warriors one after another, which made his Dantian a little weak at the moment. He nodded and said: "Zhao Qianchen agreed. There will be no trouble in the next year. Let the brothers go back."
, it’s naturally good to avoid bleeding.”
Lin Shan also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, otherwise Lin Kang's temperament would definitely not care about their life and death, and the guards who lost their backbone would naturally not be able to compete with the other two families.
But then he thought of the duel after the moon, gritted his teeth and made up his mind to ask.
"Brother Feng, why don't you take Miss Lin Qi and leave? Even if the Lin family doesn't wait, the brothers will protect you."
Lin Feng was stunned, but he did not expect Lin Shan to propose such a suggestion. Seeing the struggle and determination in his eyes, he felt a little warm in his heart, and his original fatigue was diluted a lot, and he suddenly smiled.
"Don't worry, tell the brothers that I will win the duel in a month!"