Chapter Twenty-Seven: It's Finally Here

When Ling Feng and his party came out of the room, they saw Shangguan Youqian standing in front of the black-armored soldiers.

Beside him, two young men in Tsing Yi who had never seen him before stood with their hands in their hands, and their majestic momentum emanated from the two of them, and Ling Feng estimated that the lowest was the sixfold realm of the strong body realm.

Shangguan Youqian, who was scolding, looked at Ling Feng who came over, couldn't help frowning, and laughed sharply: "You kid still dare to come out?"

"Of course. ”

Ling Feng smiled and nodded, and said lightly to Shangguan You, who stopped at the gate and didn't dare to come forward, "Old man Shangguan, how did you find this place? ”

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the open space behind him, there was a black armor soldier lying on the ground with black smoke all over his body, obviously Shangguan Youqian already knew the power of the formation, so he didn't dare to rush forward.

"Ling Feng Xiao'er, you have the ability to come out, what kind of man is hiding in the formation. Shangguan Youqian, who had no way to deal with the Fire Spirit Array, his face became a little ugly, and he couldn't help but scold.

"Bad old man. ”

Looking at his angry appearance, Ling Feng smiled and said: "Your agitation method is really boring, if this seat just goes out like this, this formation will not be activated in vain, looking forward to the stars and the moon can hope for you." ”

"I don't want this seat to take a closer look at you and you can't get used to me and can't kill me, and you are angry. ”

"Shaft. ”

Shangguan You said with a hideous face: "If you have the ability, you will hide in it for the rest of your life." ”

"I don't think it's better to call it the Turtle Gate. ”

"The disciples are all a bunch of turtles with shrunken heads. ”

"Hahaha, isn't that Ling Feng the head of a shrunken turtle?"

The Tsing Yi disciple on Shangguan Youqian's left side had a sarcastic look on his face, and the level of ridicule was obviously up a notch.

"Good. ”

Ling Feng's fists clenched violently, and he said lightly, "You have succeeded in angering this seat. ”

The calm countenance hides endless anger.

"Give me death!"

With a roar, Ling Feng stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body was like a swift cheetah, suddenly appearing above the head of the young man in Tsing Yi on the left.

A trace of fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the faint fist blasted towards his head with strength.

"Kaishan Fist!"

His face was indifferent, and the young man in Tsing Yi also clenched his iron fists, and immediately faced Ling Feng who was blasting forward, but above his fist, there was a black fist glove.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, and the explosion was like a muffled thunder, which made the black-armored soldiers who were close to feel a little blindfolded, and then covered their ears and retreated.

Feeling a powerful impact, Ling Feng's body retreated violently, cutting an arc in mid-air, and then falling back to the same place.

The young man in Tsing Yi did not leave the place, but his feet gently sank into the ground.

It can be seen from this that the forces used by the two sides to deal with each other just now are extremely ferocious.

"It's actually a spiritual weapon!"

Feeling the impact of the aura generated by the two of them, Xiao Yi couldn't help but exclaim.

"That's right, you hillbilly is a bit knowledgeable. ”

The young man stroked his gloves, and in his voice, there was also a faint sense of pride: "My spiritual weapon is called the King Kong Fist! ”

"Oh, a spiritual artifact?"

Hearing this, Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly, it was the first time he had seen a weapon of this level.

"Spirit weapons, as the name suggests, are weapons that can automatically absorb aura and produce special effects when attacking. ”

"According to the quality, it can be divided into ordinary, high-level, saint-level, and epic spirit weapons, and the person wearing it in his hand should be an ordinary spirit weapon, but it is still worth a lot of money. ”

Xiao Yi explained aloud.

"Good stuff. ”

Looking at the King Kong fist glove, Ling Feng squinted his eyes and smiled, "This fist glove is mine." ”

"Tsk. ”

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, sneered and said, "I am not very old, but my tone is not small, and you have the ability to come out." ”

"What if this seat comes out. ”

Ling Feng walked outside the formation.

"Boy, it's your honor to die at the hands of my tybason today. ”

After speaking, the young man's palms suddenly curled into fists, and at the fist bones, black aura suddenly burst out, and at an extremely fast speed, he attacked Ling Feng fiercely.

Feeling the sense of crisis brought about by Tybason's extremely powerful attack, Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no other action.

Looking at Ling Feng, who was still moving, Taibasen sneered disdainfully.

I had just used only half my strength to easily knock him away, and now that I had used all my strength, he must have been stupefied.

Then, just as his fist was about to touch his nose, Ling Feng suddenly dodged to the side.

Immediately, his left hand slammed into the pillar beside him, and the force of the force pushed back, suddenly stopping Ling Feng's dodging figure.

Immediately, his right hand hit Tybason's back, pushing him into the range of the Fire Spirit Array.

After yesterday's sauna, the formation had already become familiar with Ling Feng, so it wouldn't attack him just because he came in again.

However, Tybasen is miserable...