A Paragon of Wuhun

Chapter 62: Who is the waste?

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Chapter 62: Who is the waste

Chen Feng actually achieved the seventh level of strength from the day after tomorrow, which is unbelievable! Let everyone be stunned.

Even Chen Feng was stunned.

He had never been in this state before.

He did not notice that at this time, the ancient cauldron in the dantian was gently rotating. The drop of dragon blood inside separated out into an extremely thin strand, a hundred times thinner than a hair, and poured into Chen Feng's meridians. , following the true energy, poured into Chen Fengjian.

Chen Feng gave a loud shout, moved his sword lightly, and stabbed out with one sword.

His palm technique is powerful and powerful, like Wu Ding opening a mountain, and it seems that even the mountains can be shattered. However, the swordsmanship was light and elegant, and extremely fast. This strong contrast made Ran Changling so uncomfortable that he almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.

In fact, Chen Feng himself felt uncomfortable with such a transformation, but he didn't care so much.

He knows that his opponent must be more miserable than himself.

In the rain, complex and gorgeous white flying flowers appear, rising and falling, and falling flowers are colorful.

"It's so beautiful!" An elder sighed softly.

Several other elders also nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"Aside from looking good, does it have any other uses?" Ran Changling snorted disdainfully.

He didn't think Chen Feng's sword was very powerful.

He felt no threat from this flying flower.

Therefore, Ran Changling slapped him with one hand.

Ran Yuxue screamed: "No!"

But it was too late.

The flying flowers, which were ordinary and seemingly without power, suddenly bloomed when they touched Ran Changling's palm.

The huge murderous intention bloomed instantly, covering Ran Changling's right hand and arm. The petals were so sharp that they could temporarily cut through space, easily breaking through Ran Changling's body-protecting energy.

After the white flying flowers bloom, they wither, and the petals wither and disappear in the sky.

And there was only a white bone left in Ran Changling's arm! All the flesh and blood were minced by Fei Hua!

The power is so tyrannical!

Ran Changling folded his arms, let out a shrill scream, and rolled back and forth on the ground.

Chen Feng kicked him off the ring.

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the ring and roared to the sky.

Everyone can hear the anger, grievance, and venting after victory hidden in his roar!

The sound spread far away, and there were endless echoes in the mountains.

He pointed at Ran Yuxue, arrogantly and domineeringly.

"For the sake of your relationship with my master, I will call you Master! To save your face, I will spare his life!"

"Don't you think highly of him? Isn't he your nephew? Haven't you been teaching him carefully?"

"But now, he has been defeated by me, a loser! Do you still dare to call my master a loser? Do you dare to say that I am a loser?"

His words were so domineering, and his eyes were as stern as a god.

Ran Yuxue felt that her eyes would be stung if she looked at him.

"The frog in the well is short-sighted. He only has a small success and doesn't know what his last name is. He goes wild when he succeeds! He is destined not to become a great person!"

Ran Yuxue lowered her head, said something coldly, then hugged Ran Changling and left in a hurry.

Chen Feng felt extremely happy and laughed.

All the disciples in the audience looked at Chen Feng with infinite admiration, with deep reverence in their eyes.

They burst into loud cheers.

Zhao Ruoxi and other elders left with livid faces, while Han Cong and other elders went up to the ring and surrounded Chen Feng to praise him.

Chen Feng put aside his arrogance and faced these well-intentioned elders humbly.

What Chen Feng didn't know was that at this time, there was also a debate about him in the supreme palace of the Outer Sect on Broken Arrow Peak.

Broken Arrow Peak is three thousand feet high. At the highest point, a meeting hall with a radius of one hundred feet stands majestically, majestic, lonely and solemn.

Here is the core of the outer sect.

At this time, in the main hall, the Supreme Elder Su Zhaodong was confronting the Supreme Elder Chen Guyun who was responsible for guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion. The two looked at each other angrily.

"Chen Feng, this little beast, is Yan Qingyu's troublesome disciple! Yan Qingyu was restless at the beginning, and the disciple he accepted is also a troublemaker!"

"He clearly couldn't practice before, but suddenly he can practice. Who knows what's wrong?"

"After he became stronger, he became rampant when he was successful. He has wounded and killed several disciples in succession, and he was ruthless! He also repeatedly uttered arrogant words to the teacher and showed no respect. This has seriously violated the sect's rules!"

"Such ambitious, ungrateful, and vicious people will be a disaster even if they grow up!"

Su Zhaodong spoke righteously and said these words with dignity.

Then he raised his hands to a middle-aged man sitting in the middle and said: "Sir, please punish this person severely! Destroy his cultivation, destroy his Dantian, put him in the prison of the execution hall, and suffer all kinds of torture! Let him not survive, please You can’t die!”

He thought of his grandson who was still lying on the bed, and his heart was filled with resentment.

Suddenly a group of elders agreed.

Supreme Elder Chen Guyun let out a disdainful snort from his nose: "Fart!"

"What did you say?" Su Zhaodong glared.

"I said you farted!"

(End of chapter)