Ling Feng's gentle smile suddenly became hideous, and there was infinite violence hidden in those deep eyes. The next moment, he finally couldn't help but make a move.

The guy at the inn didn't have any accidents, he took a mysterious step under his feet, dodging again and again, but he was hit in the chest by Ling Feng's punch.

This punch seems to have the ability to track, and it doesn't give the other party any chance to react at all, and no matter how you dodge, you can't avoid it. In the end, the terrifying force exploded, almost piercing the person's chest.

"Bang!",

There was no accident, in Xiao Er's frightened look, his figure was finally slammed into the air, and then slammed into the wall of the inn, breaking the wooden pillars.

"Poof!" In the midst of the ruins, Xiao Er clutched his sunken chest in disbelief, raised his head with difficulty, stared at Ling Feng deadly, and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood in his mouth.

It's horrible.

This kind of power seems to destroy his whole person.

There were no surprises, and soon the inn became weird. Suddenly, an evil wind swept up in the sky, and the wind and waves closed the door of the inn again, and the room became more and more terrifying.

Circles of debris flew up, circling around Lingfeng.

This situation and this scene make people feel fearful in their hearts, as if there are some ghosts and gods. What made people even more unsettling was that the old man who was in charge of the shopkeeper was still leaning back in his chair, and his expression changed slightly.

It's as if you don't notice what is going on here, and you seem to be accustomed to everything and indifferent.

Ling Feng's gaze shifted to look at the calm old man, and said coldly, "Let's make a move!"

When he sat down, he sensed the killing of all directions.

He also quickly understood that this was a killing game against himself. It's just that Ling Feng doesn't know what the other party's purpose is.

Why did that strange man risk his life in every possible way to trick him?

And why did this group of people set up a heavy killing game in order to kill him?

"How do you see that?" the old man was only surprised, not at all understanding how the young man in front of him saw the flaw.

It stands to reason that their performances are seamless.

It's just that for Ling Feng, such a style is full of flaws.

The old man's words, he didn't answer, because it was too stupid.

Just staring at the terrifying figure, "I have no grievances with you, why did you set up such a killing situation?"

"No grievances?"

The shopkeeper was stunned, then slowly stood up, and finally projected his gaze, "Young man, why pretend to be confused?

"Oh, then tell me, what is my purpose?"

"Yuelai Inn, since its opening, there have only been three guests! The first two have already failed to die, and you are the third!"

"It will be the last one!" the old man stood up completely. As he stood up, the temperature of the space dropped in vain.

It's like an ice cellar, which makes people shudder.

The old man has seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and has also seen through the evolution of the situation, and he is not shocked, and his heart is as calm as water.

The sleeve robe is windless and automatic, which makes this space more and more demonic.

Under Ling Feng's gaze, the old man moved, his hands were parted in front of his forehead, there were words in his mouth, and he drank categorically, "Blood is all over the sky, open your eyes!"

Phew.

With the advent of such a strange divine skill, the entire space turned blood-red, as if it was covered with a layer of blood.

The red blood light monitored Ling Feng's every move.

Next, the old man launched an offensive.

His movements seemed to be slow, approaching Ling Feng in a distorted manner, but it was impossible to dodge.

There was a hint of shock on Ling Feng's face.

This kind of supernatural power is beyond the scope of the exercises, although the power is not very powerful, but it is a realm of its own, and it can cause great suppression to the opponent.

Ling Feng's divine sense was fully expanded, and even so, it was still impossible to cover all the spaces. Every attack of the old man in charge, although he can dodge it, it is extremely difficult.

Being in the blood-colored realm, not only did his movements slow down, but even his divine consciousness seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

Seven rounds later, the old man in charge was even more horrified, looking at Ling Feng as if he were looking at a monster.

His face was full of disbelief, and he couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it?"

I was able to avoid him seven times!

If you were someone else, you would have died in the first round.

"If you want to kill me, you won't be able to do it in your next life! It's just a realm, and I've been playing with the leftovers for a long time!"

"Hehe, boy, you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue when you say big things, you are only in your early twenties, and you dare to boast of mastering the power of the realm?"

The realm is a very wonderful realm, which does not belong to any power, but it is not something that everyone can comprehend and perform.

It was an aura that transcended the exercises, like supernatural powers!

Only the strong with outstanding talent can use it, which is a little weaker than the power of artistic conception, but far beyond the spiritual power.

An opponent of the same realm, if one party has a sense of the field, then if it is displayed, it can definitely beat the opponent. Because in their own field, the strength of the caster will be significantly improved.

They can be faster in terms of strength and reflexes!

As for the opponent, they will become sluggish and full of flaws.

In this blood-colored realm, the old man was obviously stronger, but he couldn't defeat Ling Feng, which made him a little suspicious of life.

Ling Feng sneered: "The height I have reached, you will never be able to touch in your life!"

As the words fell, a blazing flame grew out of the void, scorching everything. made this blood-colored realm turn into a realm of fire.

The realm that Ling Feng had unleashed was even more terrifying, more than a thousand times more powerful than the old man.

After all, this sea of fire is not just a domain!

"Hiss!" The blazing temperature alone made the old man sweat profusely, and he looked unbearable. He had the illusion that if he continued like this, he would be roasted raw.

The disdain and contempt on his face instantly dissolved and turned into fear.

The young man in front of him is indeed very terrifying, so terrifying that people dare not fight.

"Me, my field!"

"This, how is this possible? You, are you really a young man in his twenties?" the old man screamed, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I crawled out of hell and lived countless reincarnation eras!" Ling Feng's voice was filled with a sense of vicissitudes, making people unable to doubt it.

"Shhh

"Countless reincarnation eras!"

An epoch of reincarnation is 10,000 years.

Infinite, how many 10,000 years is that?

Thinking of this, the old man became more and more frightened, looking at Ling Feng's gaze as if he was looking at a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

Feeling that the surrounding space was full of terrifying flames, the old man finally did not have the courage to continue fighting.

He knew he had lost.

"If you want to kill, you have to kill, listen to it!" This old man is also a bit of a backbone, he admitted it if he lost, and then stood directly in place and waited for Ling Feng to make a move.

Ling Feng sat back in his place, the power of the surrounding realm was fully converged, and then poured himself a cup of tea, "Shopkeeper, can you serve the food now?"

“......”

"You're not here to assassinate ......" The old man was suddenly stunned, only to feel that he couldn't see through the young man in front of him at all.

What exactly is the purpose of the other party?

If you won, why don't you kill yourself? Moreover, he sat calmly and drank tea, as if he didn't have that kind of mind at all.

Is it really a mistake?

"I'm here to drink and stay at the hotel!" Ling Feng's expression was as usual, without any change in mood, making him even more mysterious.

The old man was about to continue to say something, when there was a sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs of the attic.

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