538: C538 I will Destroy Your Qing Cang Pavilion

C538 I will Destroy Your Qing Cang Pavilion

Ye Feng's face was gloomy. He said coldly, "I will take her away today. Let's see how powerful you are!"0

Somewhere in Private Room, Zhou Haoran's eyes lit up. He hurriedly said, "Ancestor, it's him. He's Ye Feng! We can use this opportunity to kill him on the spot. "

The Old Ancestor of Zhou family nodded his head. His eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "There's no hurry. There will always be someone who will make the first move."

On the top floor of the Private Room, Mi Tian and a few others shook their heads. They had never thought that Ye Feng would be so reckless.

Muh Mu's face darkened, and he said, "What's wrong? Just now, they were still preparing the wine and discussing the Dao. Now, no one wants to take action?"

Everyone remained silent. It was not worth offending the Heaven Propping Pavilion and many other experts just for Ye Feng.

"Fine! It's understandable that you all don't want to help him. I will definitely help him!" Muh Mu said. He still wanted to get a storage ring from Ye Feng, so of course he wanted to help him.

Ling Tian's eyes rolled around, and after pondering for a moment, he chose to stand on Muh Mu's side. After exchanging blows with Ye Feng, he knew very well that this kid was definitely not an object in a pond!

The atmosphere on the auction stage below suddenly became tense. Lan Qingfeng's puppets guarding the Heaven Propping Pavilion were all at the first level of the Golden Dragon Realm.

"Young Master Ye, you can't take her away!" Lan Qingfeng said rudely. She would never back down when it came to principles.

Lu Ping rolled his eyes and gave the other two experts a look. He immediately surrounded Ye Feng in a triangular formation.

In the surrounding Private Room, several auras filled with killing intent rose.

"Alright! Then I'll wreak havoc in your Heaven Propping Pavilion, Little Tian!" Ye Feng shouted. A golden dragon rushed out from his sleeve and a dragon roar was heard.

After that, Ye Feng put the injured Feng Ziran into the Sumeru Ring to recuperate. After that, he took a step forward and charged towards Lu Ping.

"Attack!" Lan Qingfeng cried out in a lovely voice. Over ten puppets turned into black shadows and shot out. However, the golden dragon used its huge body to hit the black shadows and stopped them from attacking for a moment.

Ye Feng's speed was extremely fast. He appeared in front of Lu Ping in almost a second. He threw out a punch. The moment the latter attacked, he had activated several layers of armor on his body. He thought that as long as he could withstand the opponent's attack, his comrades would be able to kill Ye Feng.

However, Lu Ping had completely underestimated Ye Feng's strength, which was comparable to a Golden Dragon Stage. With just a single punch, he could easily tear apart the layers of armor on Ye Feng's body and strike at his heart!

Then, Ye Feng grabbed Lu Ping's throat with his hand as fast as lightning. Suddenly, he grinned and said, "Now, I'll let you have a taste of what despair is!"

Lu Ping sneered because one of his subordinates had already thrust his sword at him. He thought that the next moment would be Ye Feng's death!

However, a scene that made his heart sink suddenly appeared. He saw the sound of thunder behind Ye Feng's back, and a figure filled with lightning arcs shot out explosively.

Lightning Shadow Clone!

In just an instant, the Lightning Shadow Clone engulfed the expert who was rushing over. He didn't even have the chance to cry out in pain.

After that, the dragon scale on Ye Feng's arm covered his arm, and a monstrous suction force shot out.

Lu Ping felt as if all the flesh and blood in his body had been sucked away by him. He was shocked.

What was even more terrifying was that Ye Feng was absorbing his spirit essence bit by bit, and he was stripping his flesh and blood bit by bit. This process was very slow, but also very painful.

The pain Feng Ziran suffered on Lu Ping's body was a hundred times greater. And the result was only death.

"Dao ~ Fellow Daoist, please spare my life ~"

Lu Ping's pupils gradually enlarged. At this moment, even if he had ten thousand guts, he wouldn't dare to touch Feng Ziran again!

However, it was already too late!

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