200: C200 Is This Your Limit

C200 Is This Your Limit

The girl frowned.

Logically speaking, no matter what Chen Feng did, he wouldn't be able to lead a dog so easily.

"Master, Martial Uncle?" Du Yunzhen was so scared that her pretty face turned pale. She could not help but grab Meng Dan's arm.

Meng Dan frowned and snorted coldly, "What are you in a hurry for? You, Martial Uncle, are just too lazy to receive it."

Xing Hong comforted her, "Don't worry. It's just a fireball. It won't hurt him."

Du Yunzhen was slightly relieved and looked at Chen Feng, who had turned into a fire man, nervously.

Taoist Qingsong's expression was indifferent. He raised his hands and made a hand seal.

"Fire!"

The flames on Chen Feng's body suddenly swept up and turned into a four to five meter tall flaming tornado, circling and dancing around him.

" Wah!"

The spectators exclaimed.

Even the Cultivator couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

"Is this the strength of a Great Consummation of Meditation Stage? He can actually control flames as he pleases!"

"Not to mention a single Chen Feng, even ten Chen Feng would be burnt to ashes in this kind of raging fire, right?"

That terrifying heat, even the audience outside the arena could not help but feel anxious and retreat.

It was the first time those wealthy people had seen this kind of power, a power that far exceeded the understanding of ordinary people. Both of their eyes lit up.

They had money and power, but they did not possess the power to control life and death.

Now that Taoist Qingsong had displayed the formidable power of the Cultivator, it undoubtedly moved their hearts.

It had been a long time since the Forest City had such an open battle.

At Taoist Qingsong's level, not many people dared to provoke him.

Chen Feng's figure could no longer be seen in the raging flames.

Taoist Qingsong stared at the flaming tornado, but sweat could be seen on his forehead.

Chen Feng's aura was still there.

But why didn't he fight back?

Could it be that his attack was completely ignored by Chen Feng?

With this thought, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he immediately circulated all of his magic power.

He exerted all of his strength to control the flaming tornado, and squeezed it towards Chen Feng, who was at the center of the raging flames.

"This is your limit?"

Chen Feng's voice suddenly came from the flaming tornado.

Everyone's expression changed.

"He's not dead? Why isn't he dead yet?"1

Bai Ze's face was filled with shock.

"Master! Quickly, burn him to death!"

Taoist Qingsong didn't have the time to pay attention to Bai Ze. He was circulating his energy with all his might.

He knew very well that only by condensing the power of fire of the flaming tornado could Chen Feng be burnt to ashes.

However, what frightened him was that his control over the flaming tornado was rapidly disappearing.

"Could it be that Chen Feng is not only Martial Arts Grandmaster, but also a Spiritual Master?"

A few seconds later, the connection between him and the flaming tornado was cut off, and he couldn't help but turn pale.

As everyone exclaimed, the flaming tornado swept upwards, turning into a lifelike giant fire dragon that hovered above Chen Feng's head.

"Roar!"

The fire dragon roared and pounced towards Taoist Qingsong to bite him.

"Hurry!"

In a hurry, Taoist Qingsong threw out a string of black magic beads shining with runes. An illusory and transparent barrier immediately blocked in front of him.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the fire dragon fiercely collided with the transparent barrier. It was actually blocked and turned into a stream of flames that spread in all directions.

However, that string of magic beads also suddenly exploded and completely shattered.

"Puff!" Taoist Qingsong spat out blood. His heart was also bleeding.

It was not easy to refine it, and he had used his strength to nourish a high-grade defensive magic tool that had been used for more than ten years. Just like that, it was gone.

However, Chen Feng casually refined it, and it was a high-grade magic tool.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and looked at Chen Feng with a heart full of resentment.

Chen Feng was still standing there, maintaining the same posture as before, as if he had never moved.

He was as steady as Mount Tai!

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