Zhang Qingfeng, who was on the verge of a great enemy, was also caught off guard by Qin's madman's words.

Since the water fairy is a weaver girl from the Yuefu Sword Pavilion, it is not uncommon for her to use her body as bait to seduce men in order to achieve a certain purpose, but it is a little embarrassing for you to undress in front of a madman and be exposed in front of so many people.

The water fairy obviously didn't expect that Qin Madman would suddenly come to such a sentence, although she was a Sword Pavilion Weaver Girl, but after all, she was not the kind of-lewd-baby who didn't know what shame was, and the expression on her face suddenly became unnatural.

This scene, falling into the eyes of the people around him, undoubtedly confirmed the authenticity of Qin's madman's words.

"Second master, you are talking nonsense again, wasn't it the palace maid Xiaolan who threw her arms on you that day? How could it be the slave family? If Your Majesty knows this, you will be unhappy, in case you don't let the slave family send you wine and drink in the future, you say, what can you do?"

The water fairy's embarrassment was fleeting, and instead of a look of resentment, the Qin madman immediately became anxious when he heard that there was no wine to drink.

"Yes, yes, it's Xiaolan, it's Xiaolan, I want to drink, I want to drink, the fairy concubine's wine is the best, go, go, get me the wine to drink." ”

The madman Qin stepped forward and grabbed the water fairy's wrist and walked out, completely forgetting about Zhang Qingfeng.

"Second master. ”

The water fairy sighed, shook off Qin's madman's hand, rubbed his painful wrist, and said aggrievedly: "You hurt the slave family." ”

I was afraid that the Qin madman, who had no wine to drink, saw that the water fairy was unhappy, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he grabbed her little hand and held it to his mouth and sighed carefully, "It doesn't hurt, the fairy concubine doesn't hurt, the fairy concubine doesn't hurt......"

Seeing that Qin's attention was completely on him, the water fairy let him hold the little white hand that could kill people invisibly with a flick of his fingers, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

"The second master's favorite Huadiao wine slave has already prepared it for you, but last night, a thief sneaked into the wine cellar and drank all the wine in the wine cellar. ”

Hearing that the wine was drunk, Madman Qin's face suddenly changed, and an invisible killing intent centered on his body instantly covered the space of dozens of meters around him.

"Who? Who drank my wine? Who is it!"

The water fairy pointed at Zhang Qingfeng with a sly look in his eyes: "The thief who stole the wine is him, as long as the second master kills him, no one will dare to drink the second master's wine in the future." ”

Madman Qin's gaze fell on Zhang Qingfeng like two sharp knives.

"It's you, why are you stealing my wine!"

The water fairy didn't give Zhang Qingfeng a chance to open his mouth at all, and continued to incite in that charming voice: "Because he is Zhang Chaoyang's grandson, it was Zhang Chaoyang who defeated you with three punches twenty years ago who sent him to steal your wine, kill him, kill him......"

The three words 'Zhang Chaoyang' fell into the ears of Qin Maniac like some kind of life-urging spell, he was first frightened, and then his eyes were quickly filled with some kind of crazy killing intent, and with a roar, he punched Zhang Qingfeng at the door of the main hall!

In front of the main hall, a storm arose.

A huge tiger-headed phantom swept up the sky and covered Zhang Qingfeng like a mountain.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the surrounding guards changed greatly, although they only had Qi Refining Realm cultivation, but as royal guards, their knowledge was still there.

This punch of the Qin madman is not unfamiliar to them, it is a style in the "Beast Shape Fist", a compulsory introductory boxing method for the disciples of the Qin family.

Beast-shaped boxing is a set of boxing techniques evolved by the ancestors of the Qin people according to the hunting actions of wild beasts during hunting in the Great Wilderness, and later became an introductory exercise for the disciples of the Qin people to strengthen their bodies.

But the same boxing technique is performed by different people, but the power is very different.

The punch of the Qin madman, named 'Tiger Pounce', has already cultivated to the highest level of this set of boxing techniques - condensation and transformation!

Condensation and transformation, for all the imperial guards present, they had only heard of it but had never seen it, because in the history of the Qin clan, the last ancestor who had cultivated to this supreme realm had passed away eighty years ago.

With the improvement of the cultivation realm, in the end, they cannot get rid of the immutable iron law of turning the power of heaven and earth for their own use, and the cultivation realm is divided accordingly.

In the eyes of outsiders, the phantom of the tiger's head that rises with the fist is a symbol of the cultivation of the beast-shaped fist to the Great Perfection, but in Zhang Qingfeng's eyes, what he sees is the amazing talent of the Qin madman who shakes the world with his hands!

This punch actually touched the supreme threshold of the unity of heaven and man in the Xuandan Realm!

"Nine Heavens of Transforming Qi!"

Zhang Qingfeng finally saw the cultivation realm of the Qin madman, and he was a Nine Heavenly powerhouse of the Transformation Qi Realm who was only one step away from the Xuandan Realm!

In the face of a powerhouse in this realm, Zhang Qingfeng didn't even have a chance to dodge, because any of his subtle movements would be transmitted to the perception of Qin Maniac in the shortest possible time, and if he was not careful, he would be attacked more violently by the other party.

Zhang Qingfeng's pupils contracted violently, looking at the oncoming punch, two terrifying rays of light suddenly erupted from the depths of his eyes, the hand holding the remnant sword of the chaotic god was raised to his chest, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely into the air, and put on a strange posture, at the same time, his left foot rubbed the ground and stretched back for a meter, his right knee was slightly bent, and his body squatted slightly, looking like a fierce beast ready to be hunted, and like a horned antelope, the aura in his body was running wildly, and the clothes that were clinging to his body were blown into a ball by the violent qi waves.

Rumble!

Qin's madman's fist slammed into the chaotic sword in Zhang Qingfeng's hand, and the earth shook with a roar, and the brains of the surrounding royal guards who were close to him were in a trance, and many people covered their ears in pain and fell to the ground.

The earth cracked, the sand and gravel splashed, and the dust flooded the two figures in front of the main hall, and the aftermath of the collision was like a wave of boulders falling into the water, spreading out for more than thirty meters before gradually returning to calm.

The smoke cleared.

Two figures in front of the main hall were revealed.

Zhang Qingfeng held the sword with both hands, the sword body still maintained the posture of pointing diagonally forward, but the blade of the sword a foot away from his chest almost slashed his nose, his feet were deeply inserted into the ground, although the corners of his mouth had oozed blood, but his eyes were still firm and bright.

The fist of the Qin madman was only the width of the Chaos Sword from Zhang Qingfeng's nose.

As long as he takes another half step forward.

No!

As long as he leaned forward slightly, he could push the Chaos God Sword to split Zhang Qingfeng's head.

But this distance of less than half an inch was like an insurmountable curse, so that the full force of the Qin madman's blow stopped.

"What kind of move is this?"

Madman Qin tilted his head and stared at Zhang Qingfeng's sword-holding hand, his eyes were dumbfounded, his face was full of doubts, and it seemed that it was hard to believe that his fist would actually be blocked.

Zhang Qingfeng's face was as cold as frost, and one after another spiritual energy was frantically injected into his arm along the meridians, resisting the tide of spiritual energy surging from Qin's madman's fist.

"The introductory moves in the "Aries Sword Sutra", you won't know if you say it. ”

"Tell me about it?"

"Antelope hanging horns. ”

"Antelope horns?"

"Yes. ”

"No trace?"

"Are you really crazy or fake crazy?"

"Sheep can fight tigers too?"

"Crazy people have to enter the Xuandan, why can't the antelope fight the tiger?"

"Your grandfather really shouldn't have let you die. ”

"My grandfather should have punched you three times. ”