Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes and stared at Luo Zheng, "Okay, okay, you bitch, you dare to reject me. You don't like someone forcing you? Then I want to see what happens if I force you!"
boom!
Zhao Feng rose into the air, and the violent force seemed to tear apart the space. His figure flashed and he was already in front of Luo Zheng, and he used his palm to explore.
"Thousand Illusionary Mahamudra!"
Big hands appeared one after another, and they slapped Luo Zheng with great speed, violent force bursting out in all directions, and the power was shocking.
The power of this palm was much more powerful than the first time Zhao Feng used the Thousand Illusion Hand Seals, and it was only at this time that he truly showed his strength.
He is also in the Forging Membrane Realm, but his strength is twice as strong as Zhong Xiong.
If Zhong Xiong's attack is like a big river, Zhao Feng's palm is like the sea, with terrifying waves and air currents reaching the sky.
"This Zhao Feng is not a fool. Although he has not yet entered the Blood Tempering Realm, his attack power is astonishingly powerful!"
Luo Zheng was in the center of the violent airflow, and was forced back by the powerful force, feeling secretly shocked.
Zhao Feng has a rich family background, and he also has some extraordinary talents. He has mastered this Thousand Illusion Mahamudra skill to the point of mastery, and its power is indeed extremely terrifying!
However, even in the face of Zhao Feng's brutal blow, Luo Zheng quickly calmed down, but the next time he moved, he was like a flowing dragon, weaving through the rolling air waves.
"Can you leave?"
Zhao Feng sneered, thrust out his big hand, and grabbed Luo Zheng's back with unparalleled strength.
Bang bang bang!
The loud roars of air burst out before they could be heard, and were blown away by Zhao Feng's huge strength, as if there was muffled thunder in the sky.
"Young Master Xiao Hou is worthy of being the son of Zhen Yuan Hou, and his talent is amazing!"
"This kind of strength is enough to dominate in the forged film realm!"
"To be ranked 27th in the Giant Elephant Camp, your strength is truly extraordinary!"
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but be horrified and shocked in their hearts.
Zhong Xiong's face showed a look of pleasure, and he looked ferocious as he shouted incitingly: "Young Master, this bastard Luo Zheng deserves death and should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"
"It turns out that the young Houye's strength is nothing more than this."
Suddenly, Luo Zheng turned around, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.
Whoosh!
While speaking, the long sword in Luo Zheng's hand suddenly thrust out as fast as lightning!
The extremely fast sword turned into a stream of light. Although it was silent, it seemed to penetrate the heaven and the earth!
"Thunder thorn?"
Zhao Feng was shocked, his face changed drastically, and then a sarcastic look appeared on his face, "You bitch, you actually practice a useless martial art like thunder and light stabbing? How stupid..."
However, before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly, and the violent airflow brought by Qianhuan Mahamudra disappeared.
The entire hall fell into silence, and everyone stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence.
The tip of Luo Zheng's sword was pressed tightly against Zhao Feng's throat. The sharp tip of the sword had already pierced his skin, and a trace of bright red flowed out, which was particularly conspicuous.
Zhao Feng's whole body was trembling, and there was a look of fear on his face. He was born in a noble family and had been pampered since he was a child. When did someone put a sword to his vitals like this?
"Oh, Mr. Marquis, I'm so sorry. You see, I've already told you that I don't have a good temper. Why do you have to push me so hard? Now I'm bleeding. I'm really sorry."
Luo Zheng looked apologetic and said jokingly.
"Damn it! This bitch still dares to tease me!" Zhao Feng's face turned pale, filled with hatred. "Three days ago, he was still a bone-forging waste, and he couldn't even catch my palm! By the way, he must be
In the trial field, I got huge benefits, otherwise how could you beat me!"
Zhao Feng still can't believe that he can't catch Luo Zheng's sword. He can't even see the sword clearly, and his life is in Luo Zheng's hand.
"Hurry up and let Mr. Hou go. If you dare to hurt Mr. Hou, it will be a serious crime of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan!"
Zhong Xiong shouted sharply.
"Then what should I do? Now I have not only injured one of the little Hou Ye's hairs, but at least a dozen of them. In this case, I am bound to die. If this is the case..." Luo Zheng stared at Zhao Feng's throat.
He showed the wound as big as a fingernail and sneered again and again, "Young Master Hou, it seems I can only support you."
As he spoke, the sword in his hand was moved forward an inch.
The wound on Zhao Feng's throat suddenly grew larger. The blood flowed out freely, and the giant elephant suit was dyed red.
Zhao Feng really wanted to shoot Zhong Xiong to death on the spot. He couldn't speak and didn't know how to stop talking. Luo Zheng was obviously a fearless character. He dared to threaten him at this time. This was because he wanted to kill himself.
"what on earth do you want?"
Although he felt that Luo Zheng did not have the guts to kill him, Zhao Feng did not dare to risk his life on this, so he looked at Luo Zheng with a cold expression and asked.
"I didn't think anything of it happened. It's just that Mr. Hou suddenly attacked me just now, which scared me so much that I don't know when I will recover."
Luo Zhong narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"There are five more blood-nourishing pills here, take them and leave quickly!"
Zhao Feng gritted his teeth, holding back his anger, took out a small porcelain bottle and threw it to Luo Zheng.
"I was quite scared just now..." Luo Zheng put away the small porcelain bottle, looked at the skin bag behind Zhong Xiong's back with a deep look, and laughed.
Zhong Xiong's expression changed and he shrank.
"Bring it here quickly." Zhao Feng's face was cold and his eyes were cold. Zhong Xiong shook his body, took off the bag with a mournful face, and threw it at Luo Zheng's feet.
"Hey, thank you very much."
Luo Zheng grinned, raised his toes, and put the leather bag on his back. His eyes fell on a small green gourd tied around Zhao Feng's waist.
This small gourd is green in color and covered with exquisite patterns. It is about the size of a fist and has a compact appearance, which is very pleasing to the eye.
"Don't push yourself too far!"
When Zhao Feng saw this, his face turned blue and he shouted angrily.
"Looking at Zhao Feng, this gourd is definitely not a trivial matter. It is very important to him. If we encounter this situation today, it will definitely be life and death. Since we have already offended him to death, there is nothing left to lose."
Luo Zheng was thinking in his mind. In fact, he didn't want to kill Zhao Feng to avoid future troubles.
However, as the son of Marquis Zhenyuan, Zhao Feng's status was very important. If he were to be killed, his family would definitely be affected, so Luo Zheng could only suppress this idea for the time being.
But he won't let go of that green gourd.
"Young Master Hou, the harvest this time is gratifying. I really want to thank you for your care. We will see you soon."
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Luo Zheng did not hesitate and kicked Zhao Feng hard in the stomach. He grabbed the small gourd around his waist with his big hand, and then his body flashed and disappeared.
In the palace.
"Damn Luo Zheng, you dare to take my Qiankun Gourd, I will definitely give you a bad death!"
Zhao Feng was kicked and his body was bent like a shrimp. The pain was heartbreaking and his face was ferocious.
"This Luo Zheng is so courageous. He actually snatched Zhao Feng's Qiankun Gourd. The Qiankun Gourd is a magic weapon that can be made by a master refiner using fragments of the Qiankun stars in the sky. It is about the size of a fist and can be used to hold
Something the size of the next house is worth immeasurable value!”
"Luo Zheng? Why does it sound familiar to me... By the way, wasn't it said a few days ago that there was a guy from a poor family in Canglang Camp who defeated Zhou Qi? His name seems to be Luo Zheng!"
"It turns out that he is a child from a poor family, and he actually brought Zhao Feng to such an extent. This is no longer cowardly, it is simply daring!"
"We'd better leave quickly. There's something wrong with Mr. Hou's expression. Don't be offended."
Several teenagers discussed in low voices and tried to leave quietly.
"Today I was just careless and was successfully attacked by that little thief. I guess you won't spread the word about this, right?"
Before the few people could leave, Zhao Feng's cold voice rang out.
"Why do these words sound so familiar?"
Several young men had strange expressions on their faces, and they all remembered that just a moment ago, Zhong Xiong said the same thing after being defeated by Luo Zheng.
However, Zhao Feng was already on the verge of going berserk at this time, and no one dared to touch him.
Several people swore that there would never be any rumors, and then left in a hurry. Everyone knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time. Who knew that Zhao Fengfeng would not have the idea of killing people and silencing them.
After a while, everyone in the hall left cleanly, leaving only Zhao Feng with a cold expression and Zhong Xiong with a dejected look.
In the Five Beasts Trial Field, each floor has a passage, which does not have puppet beasts, and can lead directly to the next floor.
At this time, Luo Zheng came to the hall on the second floor. Although there was still half a day left before the five-day deadline, he did not intend to stay any longer and decided to go back to his residence first to take stock of the harvest.
"This cyan gourd should be the Qiankun Gourd. From Zhao Feng's expression just now, we can see that there are probably a lot of good things in the gourd."
Squeezing the small gourd in his arms, Luo Zheng felt relieved.
The benefits gained from entering the trial site this time were far beyond his imagination. Not only did his cultivation level rise to the Forging Membrane Realm, but he also obtained blue fire crystals, the material for refining swords.
The Tongtian Recording Weapon Volume divides all kinds of magical weapons in the world into several levels such as mortal weapons, magical weapons, treasured weapons, and fairy weapons. Each level is divided into low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade weapons.
The hundred-refined steel sword in Luo Zheng's hand is a low-grade mortal weapon, while the weapons made from thousand-refined steel are mid-grade mortal weapons, and the weapons made from ten thousand-refined steel can be made into high-grade mortal weapons.
The Qiankun gourd is an artifact that is above the level of a magic weapon. The grade is distinguished by the size of the space in the gourd.
"According to what is said in the weapon refining volume, the eighty-one Heavenly Swords refined by Spirit Sword Heavenly Lord back then were at least immortal weapon-level treasures. If you want to restore all eighty-one swords to the level of immortal weapons,
I wonder how many geniuses are needed?”
When Luo Zheng thought of this, he couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue.