"Ha ha ha ha!"

The second hall master flew directly next to Ling Feng, and his big hands kept slapping his shoulders. The goatee on his chin looked extremely excited, "Okay, okay, good boy, you really give me a face, give me a face in Mingguang Palace!"

"Uh hehe..."

Ling Feng could only smile embarrassedly, sighing in his heart, why is it so difficult to keep a low profile?

The other disciples of each hall looked at Ling Feng, and all of them were envious and jealous.

With Ling Feng’s performance today, I believe that in no time, he will be promoted to a disciple of the Temple.

Becoming a disciple of the Temple will instantly be worth a hundred times the price, and you can be on par with the elders of the major sub-district halls.

Suddenly, Wu Xuan, who was from the Extreme God Clan, suddenly flew down from the top of the mountain and landed in front of Ling Feng.

His eyes were staring at Ling Feng, as if he wanted to see through him completely.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Ling Feng was so angry that he was staring at this guy that he couldn't help frowning.

Wu Xuan's eyes flashed with a fierce fighting spirit. He clenched his fists tightly, and tried to speak several times, but he held it back.

Finally, Wu Xuan shook his head and the fighting spirit gradually dissipated.

"Your cultivation is too low in the end. I will fight you now, even if I win, it will not be glorious!"

As he said that, Wu Xuan raised three fingers, "Three years, I will give you three years. Three years later, you come to Jidao Royal City to find me, and I will fight you again!"

Ling Feng glanced at Wu Xuan and couldn't help but shake his head and smiled.

"Why, three years are too short? Okay, I'll give you ten years!"

Wu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back.

Indeed, Ling Feng did cover up everyone's glory today, but the name on the ancient stele of time cannot explain everything.

This only represents Ling Feng’s possible future achievements.

That was just a possibility, and Ling Feng is now just in the early stage of the holy level. For Wu Xuan, he is not a worthy opponent.

He is very special and he is very outstanding.

However, Wu Xuan, who already has the power of the Saint-level, disdains to fight such a Ling Feng.

This is his pride buried in his bones.

“Not interested.”

Ling Feng shook his head, "I'm not interested in fighting you."

Three years?

I don’t have so much time to spend in the Southern Witch Realm. The battlefield that truly belongs to him is in the Central Yuan Realm!

The legendary realm of God!

"It's outrageous!"

Wu Xuan frowned and was about to attack, but Ye Wushang, the chief true master of the Dark Witch Clan, walked out with a sneer.

"Ling Feng, right? I have no scruples. You and I are both true disciples, and I are of the same generation!"

Ye Wushang walked to Ling Feng and stood up ten steps away. "Junior Brother Ling Feng, I am now challenging you as the chief disciple of the Dark Soul Palace! I want to see if there is any moisture in the ranking of the ancient stele of this year!"

As he said that, a black mist surround Ye Wushang, condensed into a phantom of gods and demons, floating up, and a murderous intent pointed directly at Ling Feng, with a provocative meaning even more obvious.

"Ye Wushang, if you want to play, I will play with you!"

Zhang Haoran took a step and said coldly.

Ye Wushang is the first seat of the Dark Soul Hall. Since he has challenged his identity as the first seat, it is naturally impossible for him, the first seat of the Mingguang Hall.

Indeed, Ling Feng was very strong and had fought with him, but that was just a competition on the ring, and he didn't show all his strength.

It has only been a month since that battle, and he did not believe how much progress Ling Feng could make.

Therefore, Ling Feng may not win steadily against Ye Wushang.

As the head of Mingguang Hall, he must defend the dignity of Mingguang Hall.

"Senior Brother Zhang, why do you think that the ranking of Junior Brother Ling Feng is not worthy of his name?"

Ye Wushang sneered, "Since that's the case, it's okay if you don't challenge it."

"you!"

Zhang Haoran's face froze and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, why do you need to take action against such a minion?"

Ling Feng raised his sword eyebrows and said lightly: "Since someone wants to challenge our Mingguang Palace, I will accompany you!"

Both of them were in a state of turmoil.

The disciples around immediately retreated aside, leaving a huge space for the two of them.

The elders of the Mingguang Palace and the Dark Soul Palace did not stop this scene.

As young people, it’s better to be a little angry after all, otherwise they would seem too unvigorous.

Wu Xuan also hugged his hands and retreated to the distance.

He wanted to see how good Ling Feng was.

For a moment, only Ling Feng and Ye Wushang were left on the huge open space, standing in confrontation.

"Don't worry, you are junior brother, I will leave you a breath!"

A trace of coldness flashed in Ye Wushang's eyes, and he smiled.

The next moment, Ye Wushang lightly pointed his toes, and his figure exploded in an instant, turning into black figures, extremely fast, invading from all directions.

This is a 8th-level dark witchcraft!

With the power of dark rules, countless afterimages are created, and these shadows are all filled with the power of dark rules.

It is difficult to distinguish between real and real, true and false.

"Wu Shang's dark shadow has become more proficient."

The old ghost Qiu from the Dark Soul Palace nodded and praised without hesitation: "When I was at his age, I was afraid that I would be defeated directly when facing his move. With Wushang's qualifications, it would be no problem to be promoted to the Witch God Temple in time!"

Many people also nodded secretly. Ye Wushang's witchcraft was indeed very exquisitely used.

Moreover, Ling Feng comes from Mingguang Hall, and must be known for his witchcraft of light.

There is a mutual restraint relationship between light and dark witchcraft.

Ling Feng has only been in the Mingguang Palace for a few days. How powerful is his light witchcraft?

Therefore, his witchcraft steadily restrained Ling Feng, and his huge restraint in attributes made him full of confidence in himself.

"Are attribute restrained?"

Ling Feng naturally saw at a glance what Ye Wushang had to do.

His abacus was quite good. Indeed, he had not been in contact with witchcraft for a long time, and he was indeed at a disadvantage in fighting Ye Wushang with light witchcraft.

However, he is now representing the Mingguang Palace to fight. If he does not use the Guang witchcraft, it will seem a bit unworthy of his name.

"Since you want to see my witchcraft of light, I'll let you see it!"

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, allowing the afterimage of Ye Wushang to invade.

And his mind began to mobilize the inheritance power of the Light Witch God.

My own level of light witchcraft is indeed limited, but I can’t stand the help of the light witch god?

What is a witch god?

God of Witchcraft! A person who once stood at the peak of Witchcraft.

Such a person must be a master of the ancestral realm!

Even stronger!
Chapter completed!