1321: C1321 Wind Chasing Bloodline

C1321 Wind Chasing Bloodline

When the true disciples saw Xuan Qingtian's gaze, they couldn't help but look at each other. What did that mean? Could it be a provocation? Could it be that Xuan Qingtian also had an interest in Meng Yaqing?

Yan Hao Qi's face darkened. After a long while, he let out a cold laugh, "You have only recently broken through to the Seventh Heavenly Layer, yet you still dare to compete with me? Don't come into my hands, otherwise. . . "

Only Meng Yaqing knew that this Xuan Qingtian had never taken her seriously from the beginning until the end.

"Han Feng, what's going on?"

Han Feng told Meng Yaqing about the secret realm and the pagoda.

After that, Han Feng immediately asked Little Fatty, "Could it be that Xuan Qingtian. . . " Although Xuan Qingtian was arrogant in the secret realm, he definitely did not give people a strange and uncomfortable feeling like today.

Lil' Fatty sighed, "He has already been affected by the will of the Blood Core. It looks like he will definitely go mad in less than ten years. "

Zhan Fu's turn finally came after one battle after another.

"The fall of the War God!"

The Saint Origin erupted, as if it was going to break the heavens with a single punch. It forcefully sent a fourth level Peak of Saint Realm True Inheritor disciple flying, and his bones were completely crushed.

The companions of the Ancient Race disciples glared at Fu Shen. Zhan Fu ignored them, and instead, he revealed a cold smile to Han Feng, as if he was saying, "This is your outcome. "

Han Feng didn't have the slightest fear as he looked straight at Zhan Fu.

Zhan Fushen felt that his dignity had been challenged. He made a contemptuous gesture at Han Feng. "You are not worthy of him. " When he mentioned her, Zhan Fushen pointed at Meng Yaqing.

Meng Yaqing's expression turned cold. Just as she was about to say something, she was stopped by Han Feng. Han Fengfeng did not turn back and continued to look at Zhan Fushen. "An old man who has lived for a thousand years but is thinking of someone who is dozens of years old. How shameless. "

"You. . . " Zhan Fuyu's face twitched. He pointed at Han Feng and could not speak.

As a Peak of Saint Realm expert, he had a life span of four thousand years. A thousand years was equivalent to an ordinary person's life span of more than twenty years. He was very young, but Han Feng had called him an old monster. Zhan Fuyu was furious.

However, no matter how furious she was, it could not cover the fact that Meng Yaqing was less than forty years old.

On the surface, it was indeed an old cow eating tender grass, especially since this tender grass had already been taken.

"Hmph. " With a cold snort, Zhan Fu walked down the stage with a dark expression.

On the platform, the patriarch of the Gu Family, who had been severely injured by Zhan Fushen, could finally vent his anger.

. . .

Soon, it was finally Han Feng's turn.

Han Feng's luck wasn't too good. In the first match, he had encountered another Fourth Level Peak of Saint Realm Heaven-level true disciple.

To Han Feng, even if it was a genius of the Gu Family, merely the Fourth Grade of the Peak of Saint Realm was nothing. However, these geniuses of the Gu Family didn't think so.

"What a pity. I have to face a Fourth Heavenly Layer opponent in the first match. I'm afraid I'm going to lose. " Yan Haoqi gloated.

"That might not be the case. " Xuan Qingtian revealed a strange smile.

Yan Hao leaned to the side without leaving a trace, distancing himself from Xuan Qingtian. "What exactly did this Xuan Qingtian encounter all these years? Why did the aura become so strange, and why did it have such an abnormal smile on its face? Damn, this Xuan Qingtian can't be an abnormal being, right?"

On the battlefield, Han Feng's opponent was from the Chasing Wind Ancient Clan. He was wearing a white robe and looked very polite. His name was Zhu Ze, the number one true disciple of the Chasing Wind Ancient Clan.

The ranking of the Chasing Wind Ancient Race wasn't very high in the Ancient Race. They were barely able to enter the Medium-grade, which meant that they were at the bottom of the Medium-grade.

The courtesy and politeness of Zhu Ze were obviously different. He didn't care about a Martial Cultivator from the outside world.

"Zhu Feng's bloodline, condense!"1

Boom!

Strong winds blew in all directions, forming a huge storm with Zhu Ze as the center.

A world-shaking eagle cry resounded in the surrounding area. After the storm, the image of a huge purple holy eagle appeared. Its cold eyes were fixed on Han Feng.

Although the Cultivation base wasn't as powerful as Yan Haoqi and the others, as the number one true disciple of the Chasing Wind Ancient Family, the bloodline of Zhuze was actually a top saint grade bloodline. The power that it could display at this moment wasn't as powerful as a top saint grade bloodline, but it was still beyond the level of a high saint grade bloodline.

Zhuze's Cultivation base continued to rise, and soon, it surpassed the sixth to seventh level of the Peak of Saint Realm.

"Worthy of being the ancient race's Zhu Feng. Worthy of being the bloodline of Zhu Feng. The Cultivation base has surpassed that kid in an instant. " All the core disciples revealed gloating smiles.

"Chasing Wind Scroll!"

Zhu Ze let out a furious roar, and the cry of the Sacred Eagle shook the heaven and earth once again. As the Sacred Eagle flapped its wings, the sky quickly darkened, and a pitch-black hurricane came whistling towards them with unparalleled power. At this moment, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Zhu Ze's combat strength had reached the seventh level of the Peak of Saint Realm.

"Astral Pupil, open!"

The power of stars was unleashed. The furious Zhu Ze instantly became absent-minded. The ferocious hurricane instantly became unstable, and with a loud bang, it turned into an energy storm that swept out. The energy that swept out hit the other hurricanes, and in the blink of an eye, the attack that Zhu Ze sent out was weakened by a few layers.

"Burning Heavenly Emperor Supreme Finger!"

A large sea of fire condensed above Han Feng. The eighth level Burning Sky Supreme Finger condensed into a huge flaming finger and rushed into the hurricane in an instant.

If it was at its peak, these hurricanes would probably tear the huge flaming finger into pieces in the blink of an eye. But now, the weakened hurricane would perish together with the huge flaming finger.

The giant flaming finger collided with the hurricane, and in an instant, endless flaming whirlwinds swept out.

"Sacred Flame Armor, condense!" Golden flames were circulating around Han Feng's body. The mighty and domineering armor was on Han Feng's body, allowing the fiery torrents to hit his body. He remained motionless.

When the torrent of flames hit the Sacred Flame Armor, it was immediately split apart, turning into two weakened torrents of flames that passed through the left and right sides of the armor.

However, Zhuze was no longer able to do so.

Although Zhe Ze's bloodline allowed the Cultivation base to improve, his Yuan Shen was only barely able to reach the Fifth Heavenly Layer. With Han Feng's Yuan Shen's current strength and the Astral Pupil, it was impossible for him to escape easily.

When the torrent of flames hit Zhu Ze's body, he was still immersed in the illusion and had yet to react.

Puff. . .

Zhuze suffered a heavy injury and his Yuan Shen was also surrounded by the Saint Star Flame in the Star Space.

Ah!

Both his body and Yuan Shen were severely injured at the same time, causing Zhu Ze to cry out in pain. In the next moment, Zhu Ze's body was blasted out of the fighting stage and he fainted when he fell to the ground.

The red-robed old man went forward to examine his body. The injuries on his body were secondary, and he would be able to recover in less than half a month. However, the injuries on his Yuan Shen would probably take at least half a year to recover.

"Sss! Zhe Ze lost just like that?"

The expressions of the core disciples who were initially indifferent turned serious, especially those who were at the fourth level of the Peak of Saint Realm Heaven-level. If they really fought, they might not be much stronger than Zhu Feng.

It was as if Zhu Ze was easily defeated. What if it was them?

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