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His eyes were indifferent, as if he had come to winter.

"Lu Feng, this kid is angry, that's right, that kind of person should clean up, otherwise he doesn't know what cruelty is. ”

Xiaohu swept the food on the seat and smiled.

At a certain seat, Chu Lian took a bite of the delicate pastry, frowned, and said, "This guy, so bold, don't you know that the other party is the strength of the four transformations of the martial arts? ”

Her strength for Lu Feng was still when she first came to the Chu family.

Chu Yunsong smiled and said, "Don't rush to conclusions, he is not as simple as you think." ”

Just now, he came to the stage like a ghost and saved the girl, but he couldn't do it without enough strength.

And this scene was all seen by Chu Yunsong, a quasi-saint powerhouse.

When the strong men of the Quartet whispered, the atmosphere on the battle platform was extremely depressing.

Song Zhen's face sank, and he sneered: "You want to play with me, what are you, this kind of competition, I don't have any interest in playing with you casually." ”

"Are you afraid?" Lu Feng said expressionlessly.

"I don't know how thick the sky is, since you want to find death, then I can fulfill you and fulfill your wishes. ”

Hearing Lu Feng's words, Song Zhen's eyes were cold to the bone, and his palms were clenched fiercely, and he naturally had to clean up this kind of kid who provoked his majesty.

Lu Feng glanced at Wu Xingling in his arms, and said softly: "Just leave it to me, you go down and watch." ”

"This guy is so hateful, teach him a hard lesson for me. Wu Xingling clenched his fist.

Although she hadn't seen Lu Feng make a move for a long time, she had great trust in her heart, and the young man in front of her had never disappointed her.

"Stretch your face in front of you, if you don't slap him a few times, his heart is not unhappy, and it also makes people laugh at my inconsiderate hospitality. ”

Lu Feng gently patted her fragrant shoulder, and a palm wind carried Wu Xingling off the battle platform.

He turned his head slowly, and the cold glint in his eyes flashed.

Although the conversation between the two was not loud, Song Zhen heard it clearly, and immediately said angrily: "Arrogant enough, I hope you can still stand and talk to me about this." ”

Immediately, he suddenly turned into nine phantoms, and the deity melted into the void like a fish, and a fierce attack crushed away with a heretical and powerful posture.

However, Lu Feng's expression was extremely calm, and Long Yin suddenly roared, and the arm shrouded in blue light shattered the space when it was shot, and a slightly embarrassed figure was shocked out.

"A slap in the face. ”

Just when Song Zhen was about to counterattack, Lu Feng said lightly.

"What?"

The inexplicable voice made Song Zhen stunned.

But soon he understood what Lu Feng meant, and immediately saw a figure suddenly swept over, his five fingers opened, and the fierce power surged in his palm.

Lu Feng, who suddenly rushed in, made Song Zhen hurriedly urge the speed, and his figure quickly blurred.

"Smack!"

However, a loud slap sounded like thunder.

I saw Song Zhen's figure spinning like a top, and a hand slapped him the left side of his face, knocking it into the air.

Rumble!

Song Zhen fell to the ground, the left half of his face was purple and bruised, and it was swollen high, which was in stark contrast to the right side of his face.

With a mouthful of blood spitting out, half of the teeth spurted out.

"How dare you!"

Song Zhen, who was wearing loose hair, covered the left side of his face in severe pain, and his eyes were full of anger and fear.

It's just that half of his teeth are missing, and the sound he makes is particularly ridiculous.

"Two slaps. ”

Lu Feng's eyes were indifferent, and in an instant, he turned into an afterimage and swept away, and one palm was already raised high, carrying a sharp palm wind down.

Song Zhen's face was shocked when he saw Lu Feng rushing again at this moment.

However, in a matter of moments, the slap had already landed on the right side of his face, and a crisp sound was heard.

That Song Zhen's figure spun again, the right and left sides of the face were high and swollen, and the teeth of the mouth were spurting out with blood.

Violent!

Strong!

Countless eyes looked at Song Zhen, who had been slapped twice, and they were shocked one by one at this time, and they didn't know what words to use to express the shock in their hearts.

Who would have thought that Lu Feng would teach Song Zhen a lesson in such a violent and direct way.

That's a genius at the pinnacle of the four changes, not a casual cat or dog.

"So strong?" Chu Lian opened her mouth wide in disbelief, and she didn't finish the piece of pastry in her hand.

And Wu Xingling squinted his eyes wide, and the anger in his heart also dissipated at this moment, and Song Zhen, who had been slapped twice, was in a miserable situation at the moment.

"Junior, such a ruthless method, just to learn, dare to use this method. ”

Mu Sheng slapped the wooden table in his hand, suppressing the anger in his heart, and these two slaps were undoubtedly slapped the face of the entire Mu Sheng Palace.

Is it ruthless?

Lu Feng sneered.

Compared with the night when the stars changed dramatically and the imperial city was stained with blood, who was more ruthless.

This old guy was extremely ruthless back then, and today he is just recovering some interest.

"Mu Sheng, I said a long time ago that you don't regret it. ”

Wu Qingtian laughed heartily.

"I throw in the towel!"

Looking at the expressionless young man in front of him, Song Zhenzhen Yuan condensed his voice and said in shock.

"Three slaps. ”

Lu Feng looked at Song Zhen in front of him with cold eyes, his palm slowly raised, and the majestic fluctuation was ten times more powerful than before, obviously he didn't intend to let him go easily.

"Junior, you dare!"

The Wood Saint was furious, the space couldn't bear it and shattered wildly, and the terrifying holy power swept towards the battle platform.

This Song Zhen is enough to rank in the top ten Tianjiao in the Musheng Palace, how can he be so humiliated.

"Mu Sheng, the previous words came out of your mouth, could it be that you forgot them in the blink of an eye?"

The Purple Moon Sage opened his mouth indifferently, and a round of Purple Moon shrouded away, and the strength of the Upper Saint Realm suppressed the terrifying fluctuations.

With the way of others, he also governs his body, and he suffered the loss of Mu Sheng before, will he be presumptuous?

And with the Purple Moon Sage blocking him, Mu Sheng could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, staring at Lu Feng with vicious eyes.

However, Lu Feng didn't pay attention to him, if other sects came here to provoke him, he would still take care of some face, but did he need it with this Wooden Sacred Palace?

Suddenly, the third slap had already fallen, and suddenly Song Zhen screamed again and again, only to hear the sound of the brittle bones.

Countless powerhouses looked at it and shook their heads, that Song Zhen was like a puddle of mud, and he could barely recognize the human form.

"Get down. ”

Lu Feng directly kicked Song Zhen in the direction of the Wooden Saint Palace, and immediately someone took it down with a gloomy face.

"It's hard enough. ”

Mu Sheng probed Song Zhen's injury, brushed down his sleeves, and his face was extremely pale.

After these three slaps, Song Zhen's body had already been shattered, and even the Xuanfu was shattered, and he couldn't store the power of the True Yuan.

"Can you still reshape your body?"

The man with the strange pattern next to him frowned and asked.

"Song Zhen will always be a waste person in the future, the primordial god seed is full of cracks, and he can't withstand the pressure of reshaping his body. ”

Mu Sheng is not an ordinary person after all, after the initial anger, he calmed down and said.

These three slaps have wasted the genius of his Mu Saint Palace who has the hope of stepping into a quasi-saint in the future.