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"Lin Fei, hurry up and make your move!" Leng Qinghan shouted loudly as he stared at Lin Fei.
The Great Devil Palm Imprint cast by an ancient cultivator was truly terrifying.
If Lin Fei made his move …
Lin Fei might still be able to survive.
However, if Lin Fei didn't make a move, Lin Fei would undoubtedly die.
Cultivators should never die a useless death like Lin Fei!
Previously, at the examination site of the new students, Lin Fei had created a miracle, breaking the record of the new students' assessment.
But now, if Lin Fei really died, Lin Fei would become a laughingstock!
"That brat Lin Fei, does he think he is a cultivator from the older generation?!" "He actually dared to ignore the ancient cultivator's Great Demonic Palm Imprint." Li Qingyu could not help but laugh.
In Li Qingyu's opinion, regardless of whether Lin Fei attacked or not, Lin Fei's soul would still be destroyed by the Great Devil Palm Imprint that the ancient cultivator used.
Lin Fei's talent in martial arts was heaven-defying.
However, martial cultivation talent was not equal to true strength.
The current Lin Fei was far inferior to the ancient cultivator.
"Lin Fei, your martial cultivation talent is very heaven-defying and useless because your soul is about to be extinguished." This was the thought that came to the mind of the Heavenly Vile Snake.
Earlier, Lin Fei's performance was breathtaking.
But, even if Lin Fei's performance had been even more stunning, he would have died to that ancient cultivator's Great Demonic Palm Imprint.
One had to know that the Great Devil Palm Imprint performed by an ancient cultivator could even instantly kill a cultivator at the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Spirit Realm.
The Great Devil Palm Imprint cast by the ancient cultivator could easily kill Lin Fei.
Below the life and death arena.
The other several million cultivators all stared at Lin Fei and started to madly mock him.
"Lin Fei, you are still too young. Your IQ is simply too worrying."
"Lin Fei, is your brain made of shit!?" "Before this, you actually agreed to a life-and-death battle with an ancient cultivator."
"For Lin Fei, he was able to die from the palm attack of an ancient cultivator. Even if he dies, he should be satisfied."
"..."
Inside the Principal's room.
"Lin Fei's heaven defying talent in martial arts has been wasted!" Chen Qinghe said with regret.
In Chen Qinghe's opinion, Lin Fei did not know how to endure, which was why he placed Lin Fei in danger. Right now, Lin Fei really shouldn't engage in a life-and-death battle with an ancient cultivator.
There were benefits and disadvantages to being young.
Lin Fei was very young, and he was very confident that the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger.
In the future, Lin Fei had unlimited possibilities.
However, Lin Fei was too young.0
He didn't have the slightest bit of self-awareness.
This caused Lin Fei to die at the hands of an ancient cultivator.
Today, Lin Fei would become the stepping stone for the rise of ancient cultivators.
Chen Qinghe had already decided that after Lin Fei died, he would accept an ancient cultivation as his last disciple.
In this second.
On the life and death arena.
The palm print that was comparable to the neutral plane had already arrived in front of Lin Fei.
At this moment.
Lin Fei still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
He did not seem to sense any danger.
This scene made Leng Ning want to curse out loud.
Playing the lute to the cow.
The words she said to Lin Fei just now were completely meant for a cow!
Lin Fei's stubbornness was simply unreasonable.
"Sigh!" "Lin Fei no longer has any hope of surviving. Before this, I could not understand why Lin Fei would want to engage in a life-and-death battle with an ancient cultivator." Leng Qinghan shouted angrily.
"That's because Lin Fei's brain is damaged, and that's because Lin Fei overestimates himself." Snake Sky Vile looked at Leng Qing Han and responded word by word.
Leng Ning remained silent.
She stared unblinkingly at Lin Fei who was on the Life and Death Stage.
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