Peerless Martial Soul

At this time, she noticed that Chen Feng was actually holding the middle-aged man's fist directly. No matter how the middle-aged man urged, Chen Feng stood there with a smile, his fist remained motionless, as if effortlessly. !

Lu Yaru was shocked immediately: "Chen Feng, you, you actually have such strength?"

No matter how stupid she is, she now knows that Chen Feng's strength is absolutely strong.

The middle-aged man flushed with his face and exclaimed: "How can you? I am an acquired master, how can you easily block my attack?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and said, "In this world, you are stronger than your strength. Some are, you and the frog at the bottom of the well, without knowledge, think that everyone else is as weak as you?"

The middle-aged man, with a look of shame on his face, screamed: "Little bastard, I will kill you!"

As he said, a long sword suddenly appeared in his right hand, piercing Chen Feng's chest.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and flicked it directly onto the long sword, shaking the long sword into countless pieces.

Then, he hit the middle-aged man's chest with a punch, spitting blood out of his mouth, and took a dozen steps back.

This is still about 1% of Chen Feng's strength. He was afraid that using a little more strength, he would shake the middle-aged man to death.

The middle-aged man exclaimed: "Impossible, how can you be so strong?"

At this moment, seeing this scene, the faces of Sima Yang and Zhang Hao also showed disbelief!

At the same time, stormy waves were set off in their hearts, and the words that the middle-aged man said just now echoed in their ears: "I am a master of the eight layers of the day after tomorrow..."

They looked at each other, and they both saw great shock and unconcealed fear in each other's eyes.

"This middle-aged man is an eight-fold master of the day after tomorrow, and Chen Feng easily beat him into the air, vomiting blood."

"So, isn't Chen Feng's strength..."

They realized a terrifying fact, that is, Chen Feng's strength, I'm afraid that it will surpass the acquired eight!

As soon as they thought of this layer, the two of them turned pale, their bodies trembled, and their faces showed extreme fear.

Sima Yang's lips trembled, and his teeth trembled vigorously, while Zhang Hao's legs were even more frightened, and he sat on the ground directly with his crotch wet.

It turned out to be directly scared by Chen Feng to pee.

When they thought of what they had said to Chen Feng and what they had done, their faces flushed with embarrassment, and they wanted to find a place to sew in.

"The two of us are simply ridiculous. People are so strong and they don't want to be familiar with themselves at all. We are so provocative. It's a long life."

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They found that Chen Feng was so powerful, and they thought to themselves, would he look back and clean up himself?

He definitely couldn't bear his revenge.

At this time, Chen Feng turned around and looked at the two of them.

Before Chen Feng spoke, Zhang Hao knelt directly on the ground, crawling on his knees, and came to Chen Feng, banged his head, and said:

"Chen Feng, sorry, Chen Feng, I don't know Taishan."

"Before, I actually talked to you like that, you are a large number of adults, don't be familiar with me! Please spare me! Don't kill me!"

Sima Yang's lips trembled, seeming to hesitate, but in the end he jumped off the horse and knelt next to Zhang Hao, banging his head at Chen Feng, while begging vigorously.

Chen Feng glanced at them and smiled coldly, disdaining general knowledge of them at all.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted: "Your name is Chen Feng, right?"

"Boy, you dare to hurt me, I am the deacon of the Palace of Fire, I tell you, you are dead!"

"You wait, there will be more powerful people coming and killing you!"

As soon as his voice fell, a black-robed old man walked slowly over, frowning when he saw the scene in front of him, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man saw him, just like he saw the savior, got up quickly, came to him, and cried:

"Deacon Zhang, this little **** made trouble in our Palace of Great Fire and wounded me!"

"You must abolish him, and you can't lose the prestige of my Chonghua Palace!"

Deacon Zhang looked at Chen Feng and said with a faint expression: "Is what he said is true?"

Chen Feng calmly explained, "Deacon Zhang, a few of us are here to participate in the appraisal of the disciples of the Great Fire Palace."

"Obviously I got here within the time limit. At this time, there is still an hour before the deadline. As a result, he insists that the time limit is up, so we are not allowed to participate in the assessment!"

"All of us are very angry. The little girl next to me said a few words in a moment of excitement, and he was about to do something to her."

"I had no choice but to make a move."

Deacon Zhang didn't have any angry look on his face. He just looked at Chen Feng and asked with interest, "You mean, you hurt him?"

Chen Feng nodded slowly: "Yes, I did it."

Deacon Zhang glanced at him and raised his brows: "Well, he is a master of the eighth layer of acquired strength."

Chen Feng smiled and said, "The kid is the Nine Layers of the Day after tomorrow."

"The Nine Layers of the Day After Acquired." Deacon Zhang nodded: "It's really good to reach the nine layers of the Day after you are at your age."

As he said, he suddenly came to Chen Feng in front of Chen Feng and punched out.

Towards Chen Feng, his chest banged.

Chen Feng's body muscles bounced, and he instinctively wanted to fight back, but he abruptly controlled it.

Chen Feng's strength is tyrannical, and he can see that this old man is about the third and fourth level of cultivation in the Divine Sect Realm, and the power he uses at this time is the strength of the first building in the Divine Sect Realm.

Obviously, he has no malice towards Chen Feng.

He did this just to test.

Naturally, Chen Feng wouldn't rashly expose his strength, so he controlled his strength to the Nine Layers of the Acquired, his face suddenly changed, revealing a slight panic.

He gritted his teeth, seemed to have made a lot of determination, made a desperate appearance, and hit both fists at the same time, blasting at the old man's palm.

With a bang, two punches with one palm, banging together.

Deacon Zhang stood there, motionless, while Chen Feng thumped back three steps in succession.

He pretended to have an unstable breath, took a few heavy breaths, and then looked at the old man with a look of astonishment.

There was a trace of convincing on Chen Feng's face, and there was some shock at the same time, just like a normal reaction of a young man with aspirations when he met someone stronger than himself.

Deacon Zhang saw his reaction like this, and he no longer had the slightest doubt in his heart.

Deacon Zhang twisted his beard, smiled slightly, and said, "Your strength is really good."