Chapter 141 Wind and Thunder Are Beginning to Show Their Power

While Yun Xiangmeng and Zhao Feng were whispering, the hooked-nosed young man "Xu Zhi" slowly pressed over, staring at Lin Fan with gloomy eyes.

"You guys, get out of here!"

Xu Zhi's eyebrows twitched, and he swept the three of Zhao Feng coldly, with a warning on his face.

His target was Lin Fan. If the other boys were ignorant, they wouldn't mind cleaning up together.

Behind Xu Zhi, there were also two inner disciples from the Second World, with a playful look on their faces.

These three people are all from the second level of the world, and their cultivation base is comparable to that of the Marquis of Guangjun.

"Junior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Xiao, Junior Sister Yun... Lin's matter, I will solve it myself."

Lin Fan stood up alone, not wanting to implicate Zhao Feng and the others.

Xiao Yun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled away, for fear of being implicated by Lin Fan. The three of Xu Zhi, all of them were all two-level detachment from the ordinary, and they entered the inner door earlier, and they were definitely not something they could provoke.

Zhao Feng was also pulled aside by Yunxiangmeng.

"The sect's inner sect allows a general level of 'discussion', but this is the assembly square, and they won't be too heavy in the crowd."

Yun Xiangmeng explained in a low voice.

Obviously, neither Xiao Yun nor Yun Xiangmeng wanted to interfere in the grievances between Lin Fan and Xu Zhi.

Although they had a good relationship with Lin Fan, their friendship was not deep, and they didn't want to offend those old inner disciples because of him.

"Hahaha...Lin Fan! No one dares to help you!"

The three of Xu Zhi laughed loudly and became more and more mad.

They enjoyed the surrender attitude of the new disciples, and they were also very satisfied with the "fear" and "acquaintance" of the three Zhao Feng.

Lin Fan felt a chill in his heart, and he felt an unprecedented sense of isolation, even though he was mentally prepared.

In the square, an open space was quickly vacated, and some inner disciples nearby watched with interest.

At this moment, only a few disciples rushed to the scene, and no one intervened.

"Lin Fan, let me teach you the strength of your 'Outer Sect Number One' today."

A powerful mental oppression surged from Xu Zhi's body, and the aura of true power from the second-level world broke out with an astonishing momentum, and the surrounding wind roared.

In the seventh-level heaven, each level is a small leap, and the strength of the real power of the second-level heaven is one level higher than that of the first level.

Under the face-to-face confrontation, Lin Fan's breathing was also a little difficult, and his mind was under invisible oppression.

But after all, he was the first person in the outer sect in the past, and his strength was more important than that of the same rank, and he would not sit still.

Shocking Feather Knife!

Lin Fan's arm swept away, a sword light that was white and silvery, like snowflakes in winter, like white feathers, flickering and flying.

The light of the knife was strange, like a rainbow of lightning, and it was as white as a feather.

Nuxia Three Swords Style!

Xu Zhi's sword was unsheathed and turned into a radiant glow, imposing and full of agile changes.

ding ding ding...

Sword, light and sword qi were intertwined and collided rapidly, and the waves of luminous air burst again and again, forming shock waves one after another.

The confrontation at the Transcendent Realm level, the power and power, is far from what the Solid Realm can match.

A trace of the aftermath of the confrontation between the two can kill the martial arts ninth-level powerhouse outside.

"This Lin Fan has two strokes, the middle-level swordsmanship of the ordinary level, and the fire is not bad."

"Tordinary first-level cultivation level, can compete with the extraordinary two-level, worthy of being the first in the outer sect."

The spectators were a little surprised.

The strength that Lin Fan showed,

Beyond his imagination, he fought with Xu Zhi, who was in the second-level world, and he fought a dozen moves, but he did not lose the wind.

"As expected of the former No. 1 in the outer door."

Zhao Feng had previously heard that Lin Fan escaped from the mortal realm with half a step and defeated a strong transcended mortal realm. Now it seems that his reputation is well-deserved.

Ten moves... Twenty moves...

Xu Zhi's face was solemn, he took a deep breath, and a stronger real power poured out of his body.

Everyone only felt that the sword in Xu's hand exuded terrifying power, and the Xiaguang sword energy added a bit of power.

On the surface of the sword, there is a trace of primitive texture floating, and the crystal is shining.

Ding chi!

On Lin Fan's snow-white silver knife, sparks splashed and a gap appeared.

"This turned out to be an ordinary sword of magic weapon."

"That's right! The ordinary magic weapon 'Jinyue Sword' is a kind of magic weapon created by Li Jinyue Zengjin, the artifact refiner of this sect. There are only 36 weapons in total."

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The appearance of the rank magic soldiers brought an unexpected turning point in the sparring.

Once Xu Zhi activates the power of the "Jinyue Sword", the power of his swordsmanship will add a bit more.

In just a few rounds, there were several gaps in the sword in Lin Fan's hand, and several bloodstains were left on his body.

"There are many magical weapons in this world, which are divided into ordinary ranks, spiritual ranks, earth ranks, and heaven ranks. Each rank is divided into low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, and top-grade, which is similar to the classification of exercises. On the mainland, Divine weapons and treasures above the spiritual level are basically lost..."

Related content appeared in Zhao Feng's mind.

In the sect, he has read many books and learned a lot, imprinted in his mind.

Each of the magical weapons contains extraordinary power. Legend has it that the magical weapons above the spiritual level have the power to destroy the world.

It is said that Xiaoyuezong has a spirit-level magic weapon, but it is a treasure of the town.

Even the lowest-ranked mortal-level divine soldier has the power to turn corruption into miraculous power.

Zhao Feng clearly noticed that Xu Zhi's strength increased by 40 to 50%, of which at least 30% came from the "Jinyue Sword", and the other 20% came from the explosion of true power in his body.

For a moment, Lin Fan was defeated, leaving bloody scars on his body.

"Tsk tsk... The strength of the number one in the outer sect is nothing but the same."

Xu Zhi had a magic weapon in his hand, and he was sure of winning.

Moreover, he is very measured, so far, Lin Fan has only been in a state of embarrassment and suffered some flesh wounds.

"The outcome is already divided, let's stop."

Zhao Feng stood aside and finally interrupted.

At this point in the battle, Lin Fan also conceded defeat, but Xu Zhi sneered, "Unless he kneels down to apologize to my brother, there will be one today and another!"

Swish!

Zhao Feng turned into an afterimage, swept out of the crowd, and rushed behind Xu Zhi.

"Stop kid!"

Xu Zhi's two extraordinary companions exclaimed, but did not react at all.

Zhao Feng's speed was too fast, as if it was just a phantom, it was difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

Thunder Palm!

The one-eyed boy with fluttering green hair appeared behind Lin Fan and launched a thunderous palm, which was accompanied by the sound of thunder.

Xu Zhi only felt a thunderous roar in his ears, his blood swelled, he turned around reluctantly, and turned his palm to greet him.

bang bang-

The sound of wind and thunder exploded, and the domineering palm of his hand, as if thunder and lightning pierced through the wind and clouds, the terrifying power of the wind made people in the vicinity feel excited for a moment.

What a terrible slap!

There were only a few people nearby, and they could see the palm clearly.

Bang!

Xu Zhi's body flew upside down, his clothes were torn and there were several marks.

"You...you dare to attack me!"

Xu Zhi's face was pale and his voice trembled.

"It was you who attacked!"

Zhao Feng clasped his arms with a cold and strong expression on his face.

Wow!

Xu Zhi wanted to force his Zhenli, but he vomited blood on the spot.

Zhao Feng's palm just now caused him a serious injury, and now he was so angry that he vomited blood.

"That palm is terrifying, what is it?"

The inner disciples who were watching the battle nearby reacted with horror on their faces.

Although Zhao Feng was a sneak attack, no one could see the terrifying power of that palm.

"Wind Thunder Palm! It must be Wind Thunder Palm! This guy is crazy, and he actually cultivates this forbidden technique!"

Soon there was a third-level disciple who escaped the ordinary, exclaiming.

Thunder Palm!

Some inner disciples in the square changed their colors one after another, causing a shock.

"In the past, none of the people who practiced "Wind Thunder Palm" were normal, either extreme, or crazy!"

"A few years ago, there was a madman who practiced "Wind Thunder Palm" and died with a person who was twofold higher than himself."

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Immediately, these people looked at Zhao Feng with fear and vigilance, as if there was a time bomb in front of them.

As they say, those who practice "Wind Thunder Palm" are either crazy or extreme.

This kind of person can't be provoked.

There is a saying: the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of the death.

And the people who practice "Wind Thunder Palm" are all crazy and extreme, and they are more difficult to deal with than that kind of lifeless.

Because "Wind and Thunder Palm" is an extremely dangerous exercise, even if you are lucky enough to cultivate to the highest level, you are often killed by thunder.

When everyone looked at Zhao Feng's "blue hair and one eye" outfit, they couldn't help shuddering, and they became more and more certain that this son must be an extreme terrorist.

"This kid... dare to attack me!

Xu Zhi's face was pale, and he was severely injured and lost his combat power. His two companions were both from the Second World.

However, his two partners did not dare to take action lightly.

In the invisible wind, Zhao Feng's blue hair was fluttering, and there was a hint of ridicule in his cold one eye, looking down at Xu Zhi and his two partners.

In the face of the two great second-level disciples, he was not afraid at all, and even a little excited to try, he couldn't help licking his tongue.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Feng's expression seemed to be somewhat sinister.

"This Zhao Feng...isn't he really a lunatic?"

Yun Xiangmeng and Xiao Yun looked at each other.

In fact, Zhao Feng was excited: "The power of this "Wind Thunder Palm" is really powerful!"

Just when the two sides confronted each other and the atmosphere was depressed.

"The true disciple is here!"

There was a low voice in the distance.

The atmosphere on the field loosened, and everyone looked into the distance, only to see a few disciples from the fourth level of transcending the ordinary, coming here.

True disciples, in the inner sect, and even in the sect, have a good status, and the privileges they enjoy are almost comparable to the deacon level.

Behind every true disciple, there is basically the cultivation of high-level figures in the sect, usually the disciples of the elders.

"Boy! You dare to attack me, next time you must make your life worse than death."

Xu Zhi let out a low growl and barely stood up.

His two companions also glared at him.

However, Xu Zhi and the others found that Zhao Feng's gaze was fixed in a certain direction, and he didn't even look at them at all.

Um?

Zhao Feng's gaze fell on one of the true disciples.

The clothes of true disciples are different from ordinary inner disciples, and they can even not wear standard clothes.

The true disciple is a tall and slender beauty, dressed in a white shape, valiant, with a different kind of beauty.

Sister Yuan?

Zhao Feng was slightly startled, and soon beside Senior Sister Yuan, he saw Ran Xiaoyuan, a young and innocent girl.

When one big and one small beauty walked out, it also attracted the attention of many disciples.

"Senior sister...it's him!"

Ran Xiaoyuan happened to see Zhao Feng, who had blue hair and one eye, and turned pale in surprise.

"When did this kid sneak into the inner door?"

In addition to being shocked, Senior Sister Yuan's face sank at the thought of being "peeped" by Zhao Feng last time and being "threatened".