"What's that?"

Murong Qianjun asked coldly.

"Your dog's life!"

Ling Feng took out the jade box, and said without being salty or indifferent: "Wait until I go and take your dog's life, and then burn this jade box to you, of course, the yin and yang stone inside, I will refine it for you!"

"Pig, you trick me!"

Murong Qianjun finally couldn't endure it anymore, and stared at Ling Feng coldly: "Do you really think that Ben Shao will not dare to kill you?"

"Oh, you're here to kill!"

Ling Feng smiled disdainfully, and hooked his finger at Murong Qianjun, looking provocative.

A kid from the Shenyuan Realm actually dared to provoke the half-step human emperor, this courage is a bit outrageous.

And that sixth-order alchemist Uncle Yang actually sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and looked like he was watching a good show.

Seeing that Murong Qianjun had a murderous intent towards Ling Feng, Uncle Nayang frowned slightly, his expression became a little solemn, and he secretly said in his heart: Although Murong Qianjun is not a good thing, it is really difficult to deal with, and that fat boy seems to be an unusual person, this battle is interesting!

Uncle Yang has a strange temperament, and he only relies on his own personal preferences to do anything, and it doesn't matter if he is happy that the precious pill is given to you for nothing, if he is unhappy, it is the Venerable Arasea who is there in person, and he doesn't want him to help refine a pill.

He was quite interested in Ling Feng now, he wanted to see how Ling Feng had the courage to provoke a half-step human emperor!

"Okay, you brought it on yourself!"

The vitality in Murong Qianjun's body was agitated, and above his head, the sea of stars was suspended, and in the depths of that sea of stars, a dazzling star wheel was shining, although it looked very illusory, it was almost completely condensed and formed.

"Star Wheel!"

Uncle Yang's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly spoke: "That fat boy, if you ask the old man for help, the old man can still help you once." With your strength, you can't compete with ......"

It's just that before Uncle Yang finished speaking, he suddenly heard a crisp slap, which made Uncle Yang gasp, and a pair of old eyes stared at the boss.

"This ...... This ......"

In his opinion, no matter how special Ling Feng was, he had absolutely no chance of winning in the face of the half-step emperor who had already condensed the star wheel, but the result was that Ling Feng's figure flashed, and he directly grabbed Murong Qianjun's hair, and then, a slap was raised and slapped Murong Qianjun's face.

Uncle Yang's jaw was shocked to the ground, and he saw the whole process extremely clearly.

And that Murong Qianjun, from the disdain at the beginning, turned into panic, and in the end, he directly spit out a mouthful of blood.

A dignified half-step human emperor was actually beaten up by a fat man from the eightfold Divine Yuan Realm!

Moreover, there is no room to fight back!

This ending seems to be reversed.

And what shocked the old man even more was that Ling Feng grabbed that Murong Qianjun, and "popped" was a series of big mouths, which made that Murong Qianjun "whoop" and screamed.

After dozens of slaps in a row, Murong Qianjun's originally handsome face directly swollen into a pig's head, which looked several times fatter than Ling Feng's current dignity, and then he slapped his face and threw the dead dog-like Murong Qianjun aside.

Obviously, Ling Feng was taking revenge on this guy, calling himself a "pig".

Now, he wants to let Murong Qianjun know who is the pig!

Uncle Yang swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, and even rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was mistaken.

Shenyuan Realm cultivator, when did you become so fierce.

Moreover, he is still a fat man, but the speed just now, this fat man, is inevitably too flexible!

"Who is this kid?"

Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes, and his heart suddenly became extremely interested in Ling Feng.

The Heavenly Desolate City may be the existence of the dominant side in the Inland Sea, but compared to the entire Eastern Spirit Domain, it is just a projectile land, and in this projectile land, there is such a demon who defies the sky.

Interesting!

"Bastard! Bastard!!"

That Murong Qianjun is a half-step human emperor in the end, with rough skin and thick meat, and is very resistant to beating, although he was beaten into a pig's head, there was actually a lazy donkey rolling and staggering up from the ground.

"Young Master!

The four quadruplets hurriedly pounced and held Murong Qianjun, but he pushed them away fiercely, rushed towards Ling Feng fiercely, and scolded and scolded: "You pig, I'm going to kill you!"

However, with another "snap", he was slapped hard by Ling Feng again, and this slap made Murong Qianjun's eyes flush with gold stars, and his cheeks were numb.

Before he could react, another slap on his left cheek sent him back again and again, causing him to stumble and roll down the stairs.

With a series of muffled sounds of "knock knock", Murong Qianjun was actually slapped by Ling Feng from the stairs of the fortieth floor, one by one, all the way to the twentieth floor!

"Poof!"

Murong Qianjun spurted out a mouthful of blood, raised his head in a daze, and realized that he had been drawn to the lowest hall, and in the hall, it was as silent as a midnight cemetery, and a large group of monks below looked at this scene dumbfounded.

"This ...... Isn't this Murong Qianjun?"

"If I hadn't looked at his clothes, I would have thought it was a pig!"

"Murong Gongzi, how did you become like this!"

Those monks' eyelids jumped wildly, what the hell happened, Murong Qianjun and other characters were actually beaten like this!

Then, I saw a white shadow jumping down from the upstairs, and then, with one foot, stepped on Murong Qianjun's head, stomping on the ground that he had just raised!

Due to the excessive force, Murong Qianjun's head hit the ground heavily, and the granite ground was knocked out of a watermelon-sized pit, and Murong Qianjun's head was all buried in it.

Ling Feng wiped the soles of his shoes with Murong Qianjun's cheeks, and pursed his lips disdainfully: "You still think you are so powerful...... Oh no, it's actually pretty good, and I can't compare to smashing granite with one head. Brother, your head is very iron!"

Retracting the soles of his feet, Ling Feng had no interest in continuing to stay, and directly left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

Yang Huanzhi and Tuoba Yan followed quickly, and when they were dying, Yang Huanzhi still learned the tone of the previous monks, and laughed: "Murong Qianjun is so powerful! His eyes are so different, and the air he has breathed has the fragrance of a girl! hahahaha......"

The barbell-like laughter was passed in the Tianbao Pavilion emptyly, and everyone often disappeared into the crowd for a while, and Murong Qianjun, who often looked like a dead pig, had a feeling of dreaming.

was beaten into a dead pig, is it really Murong Qianjun?