449 Joke

A supreme phantom was slowly released.

It was the phantom of a fiddle.

The phantom sat cross-legged, a string trembled slightly, but a murderous aura turned into a substantive brilliance, as if ten thousand arrows pierced the heart, condensing in the void.

"Qin Shen phantom! Primordial bloodline... Junior brother! Are you crazy?!"

Senior Brother Long shouted angrily.

Among the peak masters of these peaks, there are quite a few people who have the bloodline of the ancient times, and the bloodline of the ancient times of Xianye is the bloodline of the god of the piano.

That phantom, vast and unparalleled, although it looks ordinary, it actually carries a terrifying slaughter aura. Once it is shot, it will be a catastrophe.

"Chong!"

Elder Lin Yue's pretty face was filled with anger, and while waving his jade hand, a huge sword shadow had risen from the back of his head:

"Xianye, I have endured you for a long time!"

"Humph……"

Elder Desolate Elephant, when he moved behind him, a huge phantom figure was slowly released, it was a terrifying idol.

"Hahaha……"

Looking at the elders, they were standing on the side of the Buddha Peak in unison. Xianye seemed to be completely mad, and there was a frantic laughter from his mouth. The laughter was filled with resentment, madness, and endless killing. :

"Qin Feng...you have the aura of my disciple, the hand of Qingming, that is a fragment, it was originally a middle-grade martial art, but because of its incompleteness, it is only infinitely close to the low-grade. Power, and this hand of Qingming, I just passed it on to Tomb Chenglin, why do you have the aura of the hand of Qingming?!"

"what?!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the elders couldn't help but change.

They looked at each other, not knowing what to answer.

They naturally knew about the hand of Qingming.

This is a fragment that Xianye obtained back then. It is obscure and difficult to understand, and it is even more difficult to cultivate. As far as they know, this Qingming Hand is indeed only cultivated by Tomb Chenglin alone.

Ji Moe's face moved slightly, and there was a bitter smile in his heart.

Originally, he felt that the disappearance of the tomb Chenglin had something to do with Qin Feng, but he didn't expect this feeling to be so accurate.

"joke!"

Shui Wuhen strode out of the star shower.

A sneer appeared on his face:

"Elder Xianye, you are really joking... What kind of strength is my brother Qin from Buddha Peak? Even now, he is only at the fifth level of the True Spirit Realm. How does it compare to Qi Tianfeng's tomb? According to me As you know, that is the eighth level of the true spiritual realm. Do you think this realm is a play, you can play casually? Or, you have no confidence in your own disciples, and you are just three realms away from the cultivation realm. Can you kill it?"

After saying this, for a while, the elders also began to nod their heads slightly.

"you……"

Facing Shui Wuhen's questioning, this Xianye's face couldn't help but twist for a while.

But how should he answer this?

If this matter is confirmed, doesn't it mean that his Xian Ye's disciple is an incompetent, and he was actually killed by Qin Feng, a small fifth-level True Spirit Realm.

However, they will not know that Qin Feng at this time does have the fighting power to defeat the eighth-level challenge of the True Spirit Realm, and Qin Feng once killed the Canghai Hall Master of the Eighth-level True Spirit Realm!

Of course, this was because the other party practiced the devil's way, and the devilish energy on his body was restrained by Qin Feng's evil eye.