After Feather shot at the young man of the Dark Clan, the scene fell silent again.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd looked at the broken protective shield with a confused face, their minds were confused, and they looked very dazed.

"Oh my God! The protective shield of the ring was shattered! ”

"How is this possible? It is impossible to break the shield with the power of the mortal realm alone! ”

"Is it so?"

Everyone present suddenly remembered a possibility, and then was shocked by this possibility.

"Mo Fei"

Everyone looked at the center of the ring, the indifferent feathers.

"He's a Source Realm powerhouse?"

In the crowd, a spectator made such a guess, and this is also the possibility that everyone present thought.

It's just that after a strange powerhouse with a little eyesight carefully looked at the feathers, his pupils shrank, and he said in shock: "No, his strength is only in the early stage of the eighth order, but his weapon"

"It's the source!"

The strong man said with a shocked face, and then an uncontrollable trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

And his words resounded all around, which also shocked everyone.

All sorts of voices full of wonder rang out.

"What? It turned out to be the source device! ”

"How is this possible? This level of weapon will make even the administrator red! How is it possible for an eighth-order to have a source device? ”

"This guy"

The scene suddenly became noisy, and everyone's eyes looking at the feather were full of greed.

Their eyes fell on the key knife in Feather's hand, and they were eager to snatch it away immediately.

You know, this is the source!

Even some weaker source people don't have source weapons, but now an eighth-order person actually has a weapon of this level?

This had to make them rise greedy.

They have fallen into a rosy fantasy.

If only they could get their hands on this precious source weapon

Even if they only absorb a little bit of source power from above, it will be enough to make them greatly strengthened, and their physique will also be improved, and their cultivation speed will become faster in the future!

Source power is a very precious power, and only a source-level powerhouse or source weapon can possess it.

Even the slightest source power is incomparably precious to the existence of the mortal realm, and it has a very huge effect.

You only need to absorb a little source power, and you can make a weak scum directly become a ninth-order or even tenth-order powerhouse!

From this point, we can see the preciousness of the source force.

And the feather was able to break through the defense of the protective shield in one fell swoop with the blessing of a trace of source power contained in the key knife.

It's just that when he broke through the protective shield, that trace of source power was taken back by the key knife, so the feather returned to its normal appearance.

Looking at the noisy crowd below, Feather frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The words they discussed naturally reached Feather's ears, and the greedy look in their eyes made Feather feel very uncomfortable.

Feather's face was displeased, and then he looked at the remaining Dark Clan people on the other side.

These dark fellows provoked the monkeys for no reason, just because the young man in the lead didn't like the monkeys, and then they made a fuss.

That's all, there is nothing more complicated, it's just a simple lack of eyes.

Just because he doesn't like it, he provokes others, and even goes into the ring with the other party, wanting to kill the other party

From this point, you can see the arrogance and unreasonableness of the dark clan.

The young man in the lead has been killed by Feather, and then these little henchmen are left.

Although there are many strong people in the dark race, and there are many geniuses with outstanding talents, there are also many mediocre talents.

The Dark Clan naturally has a high and low level, and the level of the members alone is divided into many levels.

Core members, elite members, ordinary members, peripheral members

The elder of the Dark Clan who shot at the feather before, that is, the ninth-order powerhouse, was the core member.

As for the black bear and the black heart, they are elite members.

The young man who had just been killed by the feather was probably only a peripheral member.

After all, this guy's strength is too poor, he only has the peak of the sixth order, and he is also the bottom of the dark clan.

The elite members of the Dark Clan generally have the strength of the seventh order or above, and some have even reached the eighth order, which has great potential.

For example, the black bear that almost killed its feathers before was an eighth-order.

As for the black hearts hiding in the main ship, their strength is not weak, they are all at the level of the peak of the seventh order.

Compared to them, this young man at the peak of the sixth order was simply too humiliating.

Because their strength is not up to the level of carrying out tasks, this group of guys can only wander around and provoke trouble.

And this time, they were unlucky enough to get into the feathers.

Although the person they provoked was a monkey, the monkey was Feather's subordinate.

This is equivalent to this group of guys who don't have long eyes and directly provoked the feathers.

"It's time to destroy these disgusting things of the dark clan"

Feather muttered to herself, then raised her arm.

The power poured out, condensed into a red giant palm, and the feathers slapped down in the direction of those dark people.

Syllable!

Before these dark clan guys could react, they were directly slapped by the palm of the feather, and they couldn't see it at all.

Kill this group of guys, Feather pouted, and he didn't care.

Because of the reason why he was almost killed by the dark clan before, it caused Feather to hate the dark clan very much, and he didn't have a good feeling at all.

The Dark Clan is on Feather's kill list.

If it weren't for his lack of strength now, the Dark Clan would have been wiped out by Feathers a long time ago.

And these guys are all members of the dark clan, and there is only one way to die when they run into feathers.

Although they were just some inconsequential peripheral members, and killing them would not cause much damage to the dark clan, Feather still struck out.

Not for anything else, but for the outpouring of feathers' wrath.

"Now it's just a matter of collecting some interest, Dark, you wait"

Secretly reciting a sentence in his heart, Feather put away the key knife and jumped out of the ring.

The monkeys quickly gathered around Feather.

"Boss, you're so good!"

Xiao Mo's eyes were full of little stars, and he said with envy on his face.

"Small."

Feather shrugged her shoulders, undeniably.

Then, Feather turned to look at the monkey and said again, "But your strength is a little weak, and it's almost time to improve." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feather raised his head and looked around.

Unconsciously, a large number of people surrounded the feathers and monkeys, and they were surrounded by water.

Many eyes fell on the feather, and all with hostility.

Feeling the malice of the comer's bad intentions, Feather frowned and shouted coldly: "You want to die? Get out of the way! ”

However, his deterrence had no effect at all, and the group of guys still tightly wrapped around their feathers, without the slightest intention of backing down.

In the crowd, a bald man walked out, licked the corners of his mouth, and said with a hideous face: "Stinky boy, hurry up and take out your knife for Uncle Ben, and give it to Uncle Ben obediently, otherwise Uncle I will cut you!" ”

After he finished speaking, he waved the silver-white machete in his hand and looked at the feather triumphantly.

Seeing this scene, Feather narrowed her eyes, and a sharp aura rose from her body, appearing extremely powerful.

Whew

In the midst of the turbulent momentum, it condensed into a hurricane and blew around, and a trace of red flashed in the feather's eyes, obviously about to move seriously.

Feathers had been thoroughly enraged by the greedy bunch.

"Want my knife? You can trade your life for it! ”