"Don't ask who it is, the ban was touched by me, which of you two should fight. ”

According to the regulations in the Yuan Qi Tower, Du Feng touched the prohibition, and Wang Jinkun, who was still inside, should fight. However, his cultivation was about to end, and then he had to give up the cultivation room to Zhang Xuanshu. So Du Feng asked, who should fight between the two.

"Boy, it's crazy enough. ”

Wang Jinkun understood at a glance that it was the person provoked by the exhibition hall. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that he didn't challenge other cultivation rooms, and just picked the eighteenth. Not enough to save face for the exhibition hall, he still took the stubble.

"Don't talk nonsense, you two hurry up and choose, if you can't do it, you can go together. ”

Du Feng really didn't have time to talk to them here, and he was in a hurry to enter the cultivation room to familiarize himself with the seventh layer of the Buddha's Light Palm. The environment of the Yuanqi Pagoda is especially suitable for practicing the Buddha's Light Palm. It's the nine-turn golden dragon body and phoenix wings Tianxiang, and you can practice again when you return to the Beizhou Continent.

"Senior Brother Wang, let me teach this kid a lesson. ”

Without waiting for Wang Jinkun to reply, Zhang Zhan Hall took the words. He had long seen that Du Feng was not pleasing to the eye, and the other party's choice of the eighteenth cultivation room was obviously aimed at him. According to the rules of the Yuan Qi Tower, two people can't fight one person, so he decided to teach Du Feng a lesson first.

"Very good, please get out of the way of irrelevant people, so as not to have no eyes in your fists and feet. ”

Du Feng's words were heard by Wang Jinkun and the student standing with Zhang Zhan. Although no one is allowed to fight one person in the Yuan Qi Tower, they are so close that if they secretly shoot on the side, others may not be able to see it. Either come up together to fight, or hide away, Du Feng doesn't want to be sneak attacked.

"You kid is looking for death!"

Zhang Zhan couldn't listen to it anymore, pulled out the saber on his waist, and slashed at Du Feng. Not to mention, it is worthy of being a student on the fifth floor of the Yuan Qi Tower, whether it is the step forward or the way to use the sword, it is much stronger than the previous poplar forest with thousands of spiders and poisons.

This sword slashed diagonally at Du Feng's neck, and if it hit, not only would his head move, but even his body would be cut off by a third. The other party saw it quickly for the first time, and Du Feng shot faster and came first. A layer of golden light wrapped in the palm of his flesh slammed at the sword that slashed at him.

Seeing Du Feng's move, Wang Jinkun couldn't help laughing on the side. Thinking that the kid had something wrong with his brain, he slapped the sword with the palm of his flesh. You must know that the sword in the Zhang exhibition hall is a sword that sharpens iron like clay. Just the sword wind brought out can cut people's skin.

"Smack!"

The result was beyond everyone's expectations, Du Feng's palm slapped up, making a crisp sound. Zhang Shuli slashed at the ordinary sword, changed direction uncontrollably, and slashed to the side. Wang Jinkun happened to be standing not far from the side, so frightened that he hurriedly stepped back. If you get hurt because you watch the excitement, it's a big joke.

"I told you to stay away, but I didn't listen, I won't be so lucky next time. ”

Just now, of course, Du Feng did it on purpose. He slapped the sword in the exhibition hall away, just to drive away Wang Jinkun who was standing next to him. If this person is not interesting, he will really be unkind to him next time. No matter what rules he has irregular, it's a big deal.

"Oops!"

Wang Jinkun, who was almost injured by the sword, secretly said badly. Du Feng was not only able to slap away the sword with his palm, but also controlled the sword to attack his side, which showed that this person's strength was not a little higher than that of Zhang Yantang. Do you want to persuade Senior Brother Zhang not to fight with this person. It's a big deal to find an acquaintance and help him ask for another cultivation room.

"Thunder Slash!"

Just as Wang Jinkun hesitated, Zhang Zhan Hall had already used his own big move to slash the thunder. As an intermediate student of the Lei Zi class, he is still very confident in his move. Although the level of the Thunderbird War Beast is not too high, the characteristics of the thunder attribute are fast speed and fierce attack. I didn't believe Du Feng, and I dared to use the palm of my flesh to pick it up. If he still dares to use his palm to pick it up, Zhang Zhan is confident that he will cut his palm in half.

Hey, the thunder attribute, it's a little interesting. Du Feng also knows thunder attribute exercises, but he hasn't practiced them well for a long time. Because of his current few ultimates, they have nothing to do with the thunder attribute. It's Xiao Hei, who likes all kinds of thunder attribute things.

"Come here!"

As soon as Du Feng stretched out his hand, he grabbed the sword in Zhang Zhan Hall, and he was really not afraid of his palm being cut. When he did this, even Wang Jinkun couldn't understand it. I thought to myself, even if you are strong, you don't have to be so crazy. It's okay to shoot the sword body from the side, and if you grab the blade directly, isn't it looking for death.

Of course, it was not looking for death, Du Feng used a move of Buddha power to subdue demons, and turned his palm into a claw. Coupled with the blessing of the nine-turn golden dragon body, this move is like a real golden dragon's claw attack. With a click, he grabbed the opponent's sword. Zhang Zhan stabbed forward and couldn't move, and he couldn't retreat back when he retreated. Only the creaking friction between the sword body and Du Feng's golden claws was heard.

How is it possible, Zhang Zhan Hall is really a little dumbfounded. First of all, I didn't believe that Du Feng's fingers would be so hard, even if his fingers could really fight against the sword, but the arc on his sword could hurt people.

"Thunderstorm!"

Zhang Zhan Hall also fought hard, he knew that he was not Du Feng's opponent, but this kid was too arrogant. actually grabbed his sword and didn't let go, so he simply burned a jade with him. A ruthless heart detonated the sword in his hand, producing a violent thunderstorm.

"Don't!"

Wang Jinkun was so frightened that he held up the True Yuan shield while dodging, and the self-detonating weapon at such a close distance was simply deadly. In particular, the explosion of the thunder attribute is very powerful. Even if you don't get killed by the fragments of the sword, you may be burned to death by lightning.

"Hands!"

Who knew that Du Feng's big hand was closed again and again, and the thunderstorm that had just improved was pinched into a thunderball, and then he threw it into the small world of necklaces. Originally, he was optimistic about the thunder and lightning attributes of the exhibition hall, otherwise he would not have bothered to talk to him so much.

The thunderball was thrown into the small world of the necklace and smashed right on Xiao Hei's body. Zrazla rang for a moment, and then it absorbed it all.

"Stinky boy, you're not awake yet. ”

Since the last time Xiao Hei fell asleep, he hasn't woken up until now. Du Feng knew that its Lei Yuan Power had not been replenished enough. Lei Yuanli added a lot, and Xiao Hei woke up early. If it doesn't take enough, it doesn't need to be asleep for a long time.

It's right to think about it, so many tribulation thunders can't make Xiao Hei directly promoted to the eighth level demon beast. This little thing in the exhibition hall can be regarded as nothing. Let's let Xiao Hei sleep a little longer, and have a chance to bring some thunder and lightning into it for him to absorb.

"I throw in the towel!"

Seeing that the thunderstorm was pinched into a ball by Du Feng, Zhang Zhanzhan shouted with a crying voice to admit defeat.