Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You know, they still have tens of thousands of people. Ten thousand against one is a sure-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng is, he is only one person after all. Even if he is an ant gnawing an elephant, he can kill him when he is tired. He was exhausted, but at this moment, someone stepped forward to stand on Ling Feng's side. Could it be that he was too long-lived
Ling Feng held his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the center of Yuan Mie's palm print, and pointed lightly.
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
"Bo."
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes out his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical. They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.
"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
"This little brother has a very strong tone." Ling Feng glanced at Hong Dali, but he was not angry at all. He was just a little surprised when he looked at the goddess of wisdom. It was obvious that from his perspective, he felt that the goddess of wisdom was the only one he had ever seen in his life. , but Tianjun is Tianjun after all. After being slightly surprised, he smiled and said: "Does it mean that little brother knows our ancestor?"
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
Ling Feng remained motionless.
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
The huge palm mark was in front of Ling Feng's finger, making it difficult to move forward.
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
The huge palm mark was in front of Ling Feng's finger, making it difficult to move forward.
Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes out his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical. They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
Ling Feng said "Yes" and said, "Ling Mou has always admired Master Baolai's character."
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."
"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
"This little brother has a very strong tone." Ling Feng glanced at Hong Dali, but he was not angry at all. He was just a little surprised when he looked at the goddess of wisdom. It was obvious that from his perspective, he felt that the goddess of wisdom was the only one he had ever seen in his life. , but Tianjun is Tianjun after all. After being slightly surprised, he smiled and said: "Does it mean that little brother knows our ancestor?"
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said softly, and then said: "It's interesting. That's okay. Then you can stand behind me to avoid being stunned for a while. Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
After saying one sentence, Master Yuan Mie's inner energy surged, his eyes and eyebrows swayed with neon-like glow, which was the realm of neon light in the eighth chapter of the Baochan Neon Light Volume he practiced. He drew a semicircle with his right palm, Ling Feng, who was standing in the circle, struck out with a "whoosh" of his palm. The surrounding internal energy surged, and a palm wind almost tore the air, leaving a huge palm print in the air.
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
Ling Feng held his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the center of Yuan Mie's palm print, and pointed lightly.
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
"Bo."
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
"Amitabha, it's good, it's good. Donor Ling is free and easy, that's fine. Although I'm not talented, but as Donor Ling said, it's just words and words, which makes people upset. Why don't you let me give you some ideas and spend a few days with Donor Ling first? I wonder what Ling Shi’s idea is?”
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.
The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
The great monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Lingfeng, and said: "Amitabha, he is my mentor. The poor monk is the first disciple of my mentor, and his name is Yuanyuan."
The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
Internal energy surges.
The great monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Lingfeng, and said: "Amitabha, he is my mentor. The poor monk is the first disciple of my mentor, and his name is Yuanyuan."
After defeating Yuan Mie with one move, Ling Feng turned his head, looked at Hong Dali, and asked strangely: "Have you really met Patriarch Tang Zhen?"
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
Ling Feng said "Yes" and said, "Ling Mou has always admired Master Baolai's character."
He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene took a breath when they saw it.
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene took a breath when they saw it.
Ling Feng said "Yes" and said, "Ling Mou has always admired Master Baolai's character."
The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
"Amitabha, it's good, it's good. Donor Ling is free and easy, that's fine. Although I'm not talented, but as Donor Ling said, it's just words and words, which makes people upset. Why don't you let me give you some ideas and spend a few days with Donor Ling first? I wonder what Ling Shi’s idea is?”
The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Including clothes corners. Including every hair. Even Ling Feng's slightly narrowed electric eyes.
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
There was a slight sound like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints mysteriously disappeared into the air just like that.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said softly, and then said: "It's interesting. That's okay. Then you can stand behind me to avoid being stunned for a while. Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.
Ling Feng continued: "Since Master Yuan Mie is a disciple of Master Baolai, Ling's fight with the master would be a bit bullying." As he spoke, Ling Feng stretched out his feet and drew a circle on the ground, stood in slowly, and said with a smile : "Today, Ling will give Master a hand. As long as Master can force Ling out of this circle, Ling will be considered defeated. How about that?"
Internal energy surges.
Ling Feng continued: "Since Master Yuan Mie is a disciple of Master Baolai, Ling's fight with the master would be a bit bullying." As he spoke, Ling Feng stretched out his feet and drew a circle on the ground, stood in slowly, and said with a smile : "Today, Ling will give Master a hand. As long as Master can force Ling out of this circle, Ling will be considered defeated. How about that?"
"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."
"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
Including clothes corners. Including every hair. Even Ling Feng's slightly narrowed electric eyes.
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene took a breath when they saw it.
Ling Feng said "Yes" and said, "Ling Mou has always admired Master Baolai's character."
Hong Dali nodded at the side and said: "Hehe, it is indeed this move." Hong Dali had seen the scene where Tang Zhen and the demon king of the demon clan fought before. The scene was similar to this, but the power was not the same. Speak.
The great monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Lingfeng, and said: "Amitabha, he is my mentor. The poor monk is the first disciple of my mentor, and his name is Yuanyuan."
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
There was a slight sound like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints mysteriously disappeared into the air just like that.
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
After saying one sentence, Master Yuan Mie's inner energy surged, his eyes and eyebrows swayed with neon-like glow, which was the realm of neon light in the eighth chapter of the Baochan Neon Light Volume he practiced. He drew a semicircle with his right palm, Ling Feng, who was standing in the circle, struck out with a "whoosh" of his palm. The surrounding internal energy surged, and a palm wind almost tore the air, leaving a huge palm print in the air.
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said softly, and then said: "It's interesting. That's okay. Then you can stand behind me to avoid being stunned for a while. Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."
The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!
There was a slight sound like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints mysteriously disappeared into the air just like that.
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
The huge palm mark was in front of Ling Feng's finger, making it difficult to move forward.
The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.
Ling Feng said "Yes" and said, "Ling Mou has always admired Master Baolai's character."
"Bo."
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
"Amitabha, it's good, it's good. Donor Ling is free and easy, that's fine. Although I'm not talented, but as Donor Ling said, it's just words and words, which makes people upset. Why don't you let me give you some ideas and spend a few days with Donor Ling first? I wonder what Ling Shi’s idea is?”
Ling Feng continued: "Since Master Yuan Mie is a disciple of Master Baolai, Ling's fight with the master would be a bit bullying." As he spoke, Ling Feng stretched out his feet and drew a circle on the ground, stood in slowly, and said with a smile : "Today, Ling will give Master a hand. As long as Master can force Ling out of this circle, Ling will be considered defeated. How about that?"
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You know, they still have tens of thousands of people. Ten thousand against one is a sure-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng is, he is only one person after all. Even if he is an ant gnawing an elephant, he can kill him when he is tired. He was exhausted, but at this moment, someone stepped forward to stand on Ling Feng's side. Could it be that he was too long-lived
Ling Feng continued: "Since Master Yuan Mie is a disciple of Master Baolai, Ling's fight with the master would be a bit bullying." As he spoke, Ling Feng stretched out his feet and drew a circle on the ground, stood in slowly, and said with a smile : "Today, Ling will give Master a hand. As long as Master can force Ling out of this circle, Ling will be considered defeated. How about that?"
Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes out his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical. They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
In everyone's eyes, they could only see Tianjun Lingfeng's movements that seemed to be extremely slow, and every tiny movement of his body.
"Bo."
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said softly, and then said: "It's interesting. That's okay. Then you can stand behind me to avoid being stunned for a while. Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.
Including clothes corners. Including every hair. Even Ling Feng's slightly narrowed electric eyes.
Hong Dali nodded at the side and said: "Hehe, it is indeed this move." Hong Dali had seen the scene where Tang Zhen and the demon king of the demon clan fought before. The scene was similar to this, but the power was not the same. Speak.
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
Ling Feng held his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the center of Yuan Mie's palm print, and pointed lightly.
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
Ling Feng held his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the center of Yuan Mie's palm print, and pointed lightly.
Ling Feng remained motionless.
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.
The great monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Lingfeng, and said: "Amitabha, he is my mentor. The poor monk is the first disciple of my mentor, and his name is Yuanyuan."
Including clothes corners. Including every hair. Even Ling Feng's slightly narrowed electric eyes.
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes out his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical. They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.
The huge palm mark was in front of Ling Feng's finger, making it difficult to move forward.
Internal energy surges.
The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!
He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene took a breath when they saw it.
Seeing that huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: "Yuan Mie lost."
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
There was a slight sound like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints mysteriously disappeared into the air just like that.
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
After saying one sentence, Master Yuan Mie's inner energy surged, his eyes and eyebrows swayed with neon-like glow, which was the realm of neon light in the eighth chapter of the Baochan Neon Light Volume he practiced. He drew a semicircle with his right palm, Ling Feng, who was standing in the circle, struck out with a "whoosh" of his palm. The surrounding internal energy surged, and a palm wind almost tore the air, leaving a huge palm print in the air.
The huge palm mark was in front of Ling Feng's finger, making it difficult to move forward.
Ling Feng remained motionless.
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
Internal energy surges.
"Bo."
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes out his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical. They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
"Bo."
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
In everyone's eyes, they could only see Tianjun Lingfeng's movements that seemed to be extremely slow, and every tiny movement of his body.
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
There was a slight sound like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints mysteriously disappeared into the air just like that.
"This little brother has a very strong tone." Ling Feng glanced at Hong Dali, but he was not angry at all. He was just a little surprised when he looked at the goddess of wisdom. It was obvious that from his perspective, he felt that the goddess of wisdom was the only one he had ever seen in his life. , but Tianjun is Tianjun after all. After being slightly surprised, he smiled and said: "Does it mean that little brother knows our ancestor?"
Ling Feng remained motionless.
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene took a breath when they saw it.
Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You know, they still have tens of thousands of people. Ten thousand against one is a sure-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng is, he is only one person after all. Even if he is an ant gnawing an elephant, he can kill him when he is tired. He was exhausted, but at this moment, someone stepped forward to stand on Ling Feng's side. Could it be that he was too long-lived
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said softly, and then said: "It's interesting. That's okay. Then you can stand behind me to avoid being stunned for a while. Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.
The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.
Ling Feng remained motionless.
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You know, they still have tens of thousands of people. Ten thousand against one is a sure-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng is, he is only one person after all. Even if he is an ant gnawing an elephant, he can kill him when he is tired. He was exhausted, but at this moment, someone stepped forward to stand on Ling Feng's side. Could it be that he was too long-lived
Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You know, they still have tens of thousands of people. Ten thousand against one is a sure-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng is, he is only one person after all. Even if he is an ant gnawing an elephant, he can kill him when he is tired. He was exhausted, but at this moment, someone stepped forward to stand on Ling Feng's side. Could it be that he was too long-lived
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."
Almost everyone in the audience couldn't believe their eyes.
In everyone's eyes, they could only see Tianjun Lingfeng's movements that seemed to be extremely slow, and every tiny movement of his body.
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene took a breath when they saw it.
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said softly, and then said: "It's interesting. That's okay. Then you can stand behind me to avoid being stunned for a while. Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
"Bo."
Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it really became famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng's calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.
Ling Feng held his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the center of Yuan Mie's palm print, and pointed lightly.
Hong Dali nodded at the side and said: "Hehe, it is indeed this move." Hong Dali had seen the scene where Tang Zhen and the demon king of the demon clan fought before. The scene was similar to this, but the power was not the same. Speak.
The great monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Lingfeng, and said: "Amitabha, he is my mentor. The poor monk is the first disciple of my mentor, and his name is Yuanyuan."
Master Yuan Mie recited "Amitabha" again and said: "Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes out his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical. They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."
There was a slight sound like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints mysteriously disappeared into the air just like that.
Including clothes corners. Including every hair. Even Ling Feng's slightly narrowed electric eyes.
After defeating Yuan Mie with one move, Ling Feng turned his head, looked at Hong Dali, and asked strangely: "Have you really met Patriarch Tang Zhen?"
Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.
After saying one sentence, Master Yuan Mie's inner energy surged, his eyes and eyebrows swayed with neon-like glow, which was the realm of neon light in the eighth chapter of the Baochan Neon Light Volume he practiced. He drew a semicircle with his right palm, Ling Feng, who was standing in the circle, struck out with a "whoosh" of his palm. The surrounding internal energy surged, and a palm wind almost tore the air, leaving a huge palm print in the air.
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows that almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had the demeanor of an accomplished monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng's kick before.
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
"Well, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me, and he also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."
The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!
"Bo."
Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even though Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.
This is a very powerful move in Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.
As if in line with Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
Ling Feng looked at the great monk, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corners of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai." Who is yours?"
"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the excitement, but now a person who came to see the excitement ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: "Brother Dali, this is no time for joking, come back quickly!"
"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered, "But I have indeed seen him, hehe."