"Ling Feng, Young Master Ben, let me tell you, your Ling Wangfu, in front of my even the palace, is not as good as ants!"

Lian Chengjie was taken aback by Ling Feng's murderous aura just now, but there was still a sarcasm on his face.

"Are you done?"

When Ling Feng heard this, he was not angry at all, and still had a faint smile on his face.

Lian Cheng made a trip to the door, and only came back, but he didn't know about Ling Feng's killing of the little prince of the Sword King's Mansion.

If he knew, he wouldn't have come here to touch Ling Feng's brow.

Lian Chengjie saw that Ling Feng listened to his words, and his calm and waveless appearance was slightly stunned.

"Young master, this kid is afraid that he will be kicked stupid by you, and he won't even be afraid, hahaha!"

A servant standing next to Lian Chengjie laughed directly.

"Ling Feng, Master has something to do today, don't let me meet you next time, next time it won't be a matter of kicking!"

Lian Chengjie looked around, and suddenly his face sank, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Ling Feng shook his head slightly, if it weren't for the rules here, he would have slapped the other party to death a long time ago.

"That's right, kid, when will you borrow that Ling Yun'er from the young master to play with me, you have probably been kicked out by me, you might as well let it be given to me, so as not to suffer with you, a waste!"

Lian Chengjie said that there was a look of desire in his eyes.

When Ling Feng heard this, his eyes drooped slightly, and the faint smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Lian Chengjie, you say it again!"

"Yo, what's the matter, you still want to do it, don't say that fighting is forbidden here, even if this master stands here and lets you fight, you can't fight, waste is waste!"

Lian Chengjie felt the anger spreading from Ling Feng's body, and there was a sarcasm in his eyes.

"Bang!"

But before he could speak, there was a huge force above his lower abdomen.

The next moment, Lian Chengjie flew out directly in the shocked eyes of everyone and smashed heavily on the bluestone floor of the square.

"What's the matter, who is that guy, he dares to beat Young Master Lian!"

"You don't even know him, he's Ling Feng!"

"Yes, I went to see the life and death platform yesterday, he is Ling Feng, but I saw him kill the little prince of the Sword King Mansion with my own eyes!"

Lian Chengjie was punched away, which also attracted the attention of many people.

"What, he killed Jian Chen, this can't be!"

Lian Chengjie, who fell to the ground, only felt a tingling pain in his abdomen, and the expression on his face was distorted.

"Young master, are you okay?"

The servant's body trembled, and he hurriedly ran to Lian Chengjie's side and helped him up.

"Ling Feng, you bastard, you dare to abolish my dantian!"

When Lian Chengjie was helped up by the servants, he found that his dantian was directly abolished by Ling Feng's punch.

Ling Feng's dark eyes stared at Lian Chengjie, and his palm raised slightly.

"Noise!"

As Ling Feng's palm was raised, a huge handprint suddenly appeared above Lian Chengjie's head.

The handprint was formed, and Lian Chengjie's face changed suddenly, and he actually felt the breath of death on this handprint.

"How could he suddenly become so strong, this can't be, this must be an illusion!"

Lian Chengjie roared in his heart, but the threat of death let him know that all this was true.

"I have already said that the imperial capital is heavy, and it is forbidden to fight!"

And just as Ling Feng's huge handprint was about to touch the top of Lian Chengjie's head, a plain old voice slowly came out.

As this voice came out, Ling Feng felt that his handprint was directly resisted by an even more powerful force.

Ling Feng flipped his palm, and before that power could break up the handprint, he directly reversed the attack.

Ling Feng withdrew his attack, did not stop, and directly entered the Nine Demon Platforms with a turn of his body.

"This Ling Feng is too terrifying!"

A young man who had cultivated to only a martial artist was so frightened that his body trembled when he saw Ling Feng's scene just now.

"Why did this kid come to my Nine Demon Stage?"

As soon as Ling Feng stepped into the Nine Demon Terrace, an old man slowly appeared in one of the squares.

The old man's cloudy gaze looked at the place where Ling Feng had disappeared, and there was a slight trace of doubt on his withered face.

"Ling Feng, Ling Wangfu, does this kid want to ascend to the seventh layer and become the new Ling King?"

The old man didn't know how long he had been standing in the square and thinking, when suddenly his face climbed above him in shock and disbelief.

It is not a secret that you can become King Ling by ascending to the seventh layer of the Nine Demon Platforms, as long as people of some age know about it.

"What, Ling Feng, this kid wants to climb to the seventh layer of the Nine Demon Platforms, it's really fake, this kid won't be crazy!"

I don't know if the old man did it intentionally or unintentionally, but the words just now were heard by many people in the square.

The old man's gaze seemed to have penetrated the Nine Demon Platforms, staring at a certain place on the first floor, and the corners of his mouth showed a slow arc meaningfully.

As the news spread that Ling Feng wanted to ascend to the seventh layer of the Nine Demon Platforms, the crowd around the Nine Demon Platforms actually piled up.

Ling Feng, who was deep in the Nine Demon Platforms, naturally didn't know that his purpose had been leaked by others.

"Is this the inside of the Nine Demon Platforms?"

Ling Feng walked on a bare land, looking around suspiciously.

There were some other figures walking in front of Ling Feng, and these figures were also the ones who entered the Nine Demon Platform one step ahead of him.

As far as he knew, each layer of the Nine Demon Platforms had a demon beast.

As the level rises, the level of the demon beasts contained in it also increases.

And the fifth layer that Xuanyuan Ming'er climbed is also the extreme level that the Martial Spirit Realm can climb, and it is definitely life-threatening to go up.

According to Ling Feng's estimation, ascending to the seventh layer requires at least the strength of the Martial King Realm.

Although Ling Feng was still far from the Martial King Realm, he didn't have much time.

If he didn't become King Ling, it would be impossible for those three stubborn old guys to let him enter King Ling Tower.

And as long as he becomes King Ling, he has the right to invite those three old guys to guard the now fallen Ling Wang's Mansion, and he can't stay by Ling Yun'er's side all the time.

"Ahh

A figure not far in front of Ling Feng trembled, and a scream came out.

Ling Feng fixed his eyes and saw that it was a first-order Heavenly Wolf Leopard.

And just as he was observing the wolf leopard, a dark shadow appeared in his perception.

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, the Ice Xuan Sword in his hand appeared, the sword was picked out, and the Dao Dao sword swept towards the black shadow.

"Poof!"

Before that black shadow could get close to Ling Feng's body, it was directly slashed into pieces by Ling Feng's sword.

"Buzz!"

Before Ling Feng could see what kind of demon beast he had killed, a buzz sounded in his ears.

Then a Dao aura appeared on his body, and his figure gradually disappeared into the aura.