2334: C2334 True Dragonlike

C2334 True Dragonlike

Lin Fei's martial cultivation talent was definitely monstrous, and his strength was also very strong.

However, after all, the difference between Lin Fei's martial cultivation level and Ye Zhan Long's was just too huge.

Ye Zhan Long unleashed his strongest technique, the Ten Thousand Devil Hands.

Lin Fei threw out a punch just like that.

Lin Fei did this.

He really was too arrogant!

Today, it was hard to say who would be the one to die between Lin Fei and Ye Chonglong.

Di Jiuqian thought to himself.

It was also at this moment.

In the sky.

The palm imprint that had materialized from Ye Zhan Long's palm filled with killing intent shattered into countless pieces like a piece of glass.

Suddenly.

The extremely cruel smile on Ye Zhan Long's face froze. What replaced it was indescribable horror.

The expression on his face was not that of the Black and White Impermanence, but that of the King of Hell!

At this moment, his brain felt like it was about to explode.

Lin Fei, the trash at the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage, had defeated his strongest martial skill, the Ten Thousand Devil Hands with a single punch.

How was this possible?

Even if he saw it with his own eyes.

He still did not believe it.

Previously, he was disdainful of killing Lin Fei. He felt that if he personally killed Lin Fei, his status would be lowered because of the pollution caused.

However, in the end, Lin Fei defeated his strongest martial skill, the Myriad Demons Hand with a single punch.

Even if Ye Zhan Long's soul was shattered, he wouldn't accept such an outcome!

Ye Yutian, on the other hand, had an expression of shock on his face. The emotions in his heart were overflowing.

Lin Fei, who was at the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage, had actually defeated his grandson Ye Zhan Long's strongest martial skill, the Ten Thousand Devilish Hands.

This was more like a dream!

He thought he was dreaming.

Therefore, he stretched out a hand and pinched his thigh. A wave of pain spread throughout his body.

Only then did he realize that he wasn't dreaming.

Before his grandson Ye Zhan Long made his move, in order to ensure that his grandson could kill Lin Fei in a single move, he instructed his grandson Ye Zhan Long to use his strongest martial skill to deal with Lin Fei.

He had originally thought that after his grandson Ye Zhan Long unleashed his strongest martial skill, he would definitely be able to instantly kill Lin Fei.

However, the final result almost shattered his face.0

Both of Raging Inferno's eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.

This old monster that had lived for over 90 million years had completely lost his composure at this moment. Even his mind had exploded.

After living for so long, he had never seen such a monstrous martial cultivation genius like Lin Fei.

"Grandfather, do you still think I'm blind?" Raging Inferno Rain had waited for this moment for too long. She proudly raised her head and asked with a smile.

Just now, she and her grandfather, Raging Flames of the Sky, said how outstanding Lin Fei was.

Not only did her grandfather, Raging Inferno, not believe her, he even scolded her.

At that time, she was so aggrieved that she almost vomited blood.

After Lin Fei defeated Ye Zhan Long with one punch, he unleashed his strongest martial skill.

Her grandfather, Raging Flames of the Heavens must have known how outstanding Lin Fei was!

"Yuyan, grandpa is confused." Huo Batian smiled bitterly.

Lin Fei was like a true dragon, a monstrous martial cultivator.

Previously, he actually thought that Lin Fei's brain disease was not light.

Wasn't he just muddle-headed? What was he talking about?

"Grandfather, are you still against me being with Lin Fei?" Raging Inferno said proudly.

"Not only do you not object, I also support your relationship with Lin Fei. You and Lin Fei are like a golden couple." Raging Inferno laughed.

At this moment.

Ye Zhan Long's hair was in disarray and he roared as if he had gone mad, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

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