Rumors from the outside world, Ling Feng naturally heard about it.

But fortunately, Jiang Lei has already withdrawn from Da Zhou.

At this time, only Ling Feng, Biluo, Jiang Duyan and Huang Quan were left in the huge Zhenyuan Dart Bureau.

It was only at this point that Ling Feng truly realized the insidiousness of human nature.

Cihang Jingzhai, the first sect of the Tianxin Dynasty, naturally has its heritage.

Putting aside the particularity of its spiritual skills for the time being, just by virtue of its name as the first sect, there are many people who are willing to work for it.

"It's been going well lately, and it's been a bit floating!".

Ling Feng patted his head and reflected, "No matter when and where, you must not be too arrogant. ”。

"The demon race is the mortal enemy of the human race, Cihang Jingzhai will not make a move, and he will see blood when he shoots. ”。

Biluo stepped forward and comforted: "Don't blame yourself too much, the rookie selection, the ladder conference, will start in a while!".

"Cihang Jingzhai chose to do it at this juncture, and its purpose is self-evident!".

Ling Feng smiled: "I understand, the purpose is to isolate me!"

"You're right!".

Biluo stood up: "In the ring of life and death, your declaration is nothing more than telling the world that you are not a person who is subordinate to others!"

"Finding a way to get rid of an unstable factor like you is the consistent method of the great forces. ”。

Ling Feng smiled: "But this time they made a mistake!"

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Tianxin Dynasty Kyoto, Zhenyuan Dart Bureau.

Rookie selection competitions are generally held in Kyoto, as the time approaches.

These days, there are more and more practitioners in Kyoto.

Cihang Jingzhai sat on Ling Feng's identity as a demon spy, and in the past few days, at the gate of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, the number of cultivators has increased day by day.

"Ling Feng, you shrunken turtle, come out quickly!"

"I'm sorry, the boy of the demon clan actually came to my human race to make trouble, the old man sees that you don't know how to write the word dead!"

"The remnants of the demon clan, everyone will be punished!".

"That is, the blood debt of the two clans can only be repaid by blood!"

There are many people with great strength, many people are full of momentum, and many people are bold.

The roaring sound was like a flood beast, trying to engulf Ling Feng alive.

'Crunch'...

The thick bronze door slowly opened, and Ling Feng and Biluo appeared in front of everyone.

"Boy, come out, uncle will give you a good time!".

Ling Feng looked at everyone calmly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his right finger tapped his forehead.

The scorching sword rays, as bright as the sun and the moon, slashed down in the air, and the blood mist filled the sky.

The air seemed to condense, and everyone looked at Ling Feng with a calm face with pale faces, and swallowed their saliva vigorously.

"Don't be afraid, they are just two people, and when the spiritual power is consumed, it will be their time to die!"

Ling Feng's eyes contracted, looking directly at the person who spoke, and his body shook slightly, like a light, in the blink of an eye.

Stretching out his palm, he pinched his throat, and with a slight pinch, the sound of bones shattering stimulated everyone's tense nerves.

"Aren't you trying to kill me, a demon spy? Why don't you do it?"

Ling Feng smiled and looked around at the retreating crowd, feeling resentful in his heart.

Biluo once told about the sad past of the Terrans, when the Terrans had the lowest status and were enslaved by other races.

Later, several amazing ancestors of the Terran appeared, leading the Terran Jedi to survive and fight for hundreds of years.

In the end, he won a glimmer of life for the human race.

But now, the human race is like a flower in a greenhouse, losing its blood, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

In this way, if cholera occurs in the future, what will you rely on to resist it?

Ling Feng sighed, his body swayed lightly, like a wolf entering a flock...

On this day, Ling Feng's madness and ruthlessness made people feel frightened.

On this day, the sky of Kyoto seems to be rendered red.

On this day, Cihang Jingzhai issued a declaration, vowing to never die with Ling Feng.

On this day, the monarch of the Tianxin Dynasty, Yan Motian, ordered the world, the capital of Gyeonggi, and those who use force will be killed!

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"What's the matter, isn't this obviously protecting the remnants of the demon clan?"

"I can't tell, but the monarch has always ignored these things, and this time it's really strange!"

"Demon remnants, who said that Ling Feng is a remnant of the demon clan, is what Cihang Jingzhai said true?"

"That's it, what's wrong with Cihang Jingzhai, a group of sluts who show off their posture are also worthy of the name of the first sect."

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Tianxin Kyoto, the temporary station of Cihang Jingzhai.

Dongfang Yanran has a plain white skirt, a sharp waist that gives people the feeling of a full hand, bright eyes and teeth, and a little cinnabar between the smooth forehead.

As the saint of Cihang Jingzhai's generation, she has been surrounded by aura since childhood, and everywhere she goes, everyone bows down devoutly, and the sun and moon are dimmed.

She is indeed competitive, sixteen years old, and her true cultivation, even if she is the older generation of Cihang Jingzhai, she does not dare to guarantee that she can steadily suppress her head.

Of the four major sects, she is the first person of the younger generation.

It's just that Ling Feng, who appeared inexplicably a few days ago, gave her a faint sense of crisis.

In the ring of life and death, Ling Feng defeated the three spirit generals with one move, and Dongfang Yanran asked himself if he could do it.

But today, Ling Feng fought thousands of people alone, relying only on his physical strength, the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

Dongfang Yanran asked herself that it could be easily done with spiritual skills, but only with physical strength.

She knew very well that she couldn't do it herself.

Ling Feng's situation, Cihang Jingzhai had already investigated clearly.

Dongfang Yanran knew that Ling Feng had not worshiped his master at present, and was completely practicing on his own.

"How exactly do you do that?".

Dongfang Yanran stood in front of the bright window and looked at the blood-colored air: "What is the idea of this old fox Yan Motian?"

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Tianxin Kyoto, the temporary residence of the Yin Sect.

"Elder Shangguan, are you sure that remnant is Elder Yang who was following Ling Feng?"

"Enlightened saintess, the old man dares to vouch for it with a human head on his neck!".

Shangguan Jing's face was solemn: "More than ten years ago, the old man went to investigate on the secret order of the sect master, and although he killed Lu Zhengfeng, he let Yang's escape!"

The Holy Maiden was dressed in black tights, her devilish figure was even more visible, her skin was like snow, and her eyebrows were cold: "Destroy the most important inheritance of my sect, even if he is now a pill master, he must not be allowed to live!"

"The old man understands what to do!".

"You don't have to meddle in this!".

Wanwan was silent for a moment: "In today's battle, Ling Feng is a little unpredictable to me, you have a holiday with him in the Great Zhou, it is not appropriate to show up!"

"The Holy Maiden ... ”。

"I'll go to the meeting for a while!".

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Tianxin Kyoto, the temporary station of the Five Elements Gate.

"Senior brother, isn't this Ling Feng the one we met in the restaurant that time?"

"It's him!".

Zhao Yun nodded with a serious expression: "I really didn't expect him to be so ruthless!"

"Thousands of people, kill them if you say kill!"

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Tianxin Kyoto, the temporary station of the Sword Pavilion.

"Good, good!".

Sword Pavilion Senior Brother Ye Qiu touched his shiny bald head and grinned.

"I really didn't expect this Ling Feng to be so crazy, it seems that I have to find time to meet him for a while!"

"Senior brother, junior brother, I heard that he just used physical strength!"

Ye Qiu was stunned, and then laughed out loud: "Isn't that better, I can finally find someone to try the sword intent I have recently comprehended!"

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Tenshin Kyoto, Imperial Study.

About seven feet, Yan Motian, who was wearing a yellow robe, had a dignified body and a dignified appearance, sitting on a wide dragon chair and quietly looking at all the information of Ling Feng.

After a stick of incense, Yan Motian rubbed his swollen and aching head.

"Someone! Invite Ling Feng to say that I have something to discuss!".