Cai Xin, Meng Lan, Ling Qin, Xiong Da, Xiong Er...... All the people who had a good relationship with Ling Feng were stunned, they really didn't expect that Ling Feng would dare to be so lawless and really attack Yang Wei.

But it's relieved to think about it, since he knows Ling Feng, he has never played cards according to common sense, he does things unscrupulously, and acts recklessly, the more difficult the bones to gnaw, the more ugly the death in his hands.

"Woo!

At this moment, Yang Wei's head was pressed against the dirty ground, and he pouted his ass high, intending to struggle to get up.

But Ling Feng's feet were still trampled on the door of his head, like a high mountain heavy, so that Yang Wei could not break free, and could only let out a whining cry for help.

"Ling Feng, you don't know what to do, die!"

Yang Wude's angry eyes widened, his teeth were almost broken, he raised his palm, and rolled towards the top of Ling Feng's head.

Ling Feng seemed to have expected that Yang Wude would suddenly attack the killer when he was so angry. Before Yang Wude raised his hand, he retracted his steps and jumped back, hiding right behind Yan Pao.

Losing the target, the palm wind as sharp as a knife was about to touch Yang Wei, Yang Wude withdrew his hand in shock and withdrew most of the palm wind.

But the remaining palm wind still touched Yang Wei's head, and Yang Wei snorted and let out a hysterical scream.

Under the pain, Yang Wei subconsciously turned over, and his face was covered with yellow lumps of things accompanied by the blood left on his head, which made people can't help but gause.

A few Dan Academy students who have a good relationship with Yang Wei. endured the stench, and hurriedly helped Yang Wei up.

"Ling Feng, you dare to humiliate my son like this. Don't try to get out alive and walk out of Babel. ”

Yang Wude's eyes were full of red light, and he looked in all directions, as if he was looking for something to bite into.

"Yo yo, the little one can't do it, the old dog jumped off the wall in a hurry?"

Ling Feng's mouth was full of ridicule: "Whether I can leave the Tower of Babel alive or not, I'm afraid it's not up to you." ”

"Yang Wude. Grievances between students, it is better not to interfere with your position. ”

Yan Pao stubbornly said: "Besides, your son Yang Wei is in full view. It is also a matter of justice to lose the bet and fulfill his oath......"

It was a foregone conclusion, and the swallow robe could only give Ling Feng a head.

Again. In front of everyone's eyes, an old and high-status tutor in the academy killed a new student, so who would dare to sign up for Shenwu Academy to cultivate in the future?

"Yes, yes, Master Yang, even if you have any dissatisfaction, you shouldn't attack Ling Feng's student in public and spread it. The prestige of our Divine Martial Academy has been swept away. ”

The reputation of the academy was at stake, and the instructors of several other Heavenly Rank classes came out to help Yan Pao.

"Ling Feng, this is not over. You'd better not fall into the hands of the old man, otherwise, the old man will make you regret being born in this world. ”

Yang Wude pressed the killing intent in his stomach, swept his hand, and a few zhang behind him, a stone pier with the thickness of an iron bucket. Turned into powder as a way to vent the raging anger in his heart.

He plans to finish the freshman assessment. Find trouble with Ling Feng again. Anyway, no matter what, Ling Feng, a student who doesn't know the height of the sky, must die.

"Yang Wude, I'm afraid you don't have a chance to take revenge. ”

Su Jilang Shi Shiran walked over and said unhurriedly: "In addition to making a bet with your son, Ling Feng also has a bet with the old man, betting that he will cross a hundred steps to become a god in one go......"

"It's so cheap for this, let him die so easily. ”

Yang Wude's face looked a little better, but he still looked angry.

A hundred steps to become a god step, since he appeared in the Tower of Babel, no student or tutor has been able to walk a hundred steps, Ling Feng naturally can't do it. In Yang Wude's eyes, Ling Feng was undoubtedly a dead man.

"Oh, if you don't say it, I almost forgot about it. ”

Ling Feng was startled and said, "Su Jilang, it seems that you are in a hurry to reunite with your son under the Nine Springs! ”

With that, Ling Feng's feet moved, turning into an afterimage and flying directly from the direction of the Hundred Steps Divine Step.

A hundred steps into the god step mist and hazy!

As Ling Feng stepped on the steps, the mist seemed to have its own spirituality, retreating to both sides, revealing the true appearance of the steps.

On the square, tens of thousands of freshmen saw Ling Feng's confidence and waited and waited.

Ling Feng, the freak who swept through the Mortal Realm, had already performed several miracles in a row, this time facing the hundred-step god level that no one had ever broken through, could he really reach the end?

Legend has it that if someone reaches the end of the 100-step ladder, the mysterious gate to the second floor of the Tower of Babel will be opened!

None of the students knew what was hidden inside the gate on the second floor, but it was certain that there must be a major secret hidden inside, otherwise, the first dean who founded the Shenwu Academy would not have gone to such great lengths to build a hundred steps to become a god to test the students of the academy.

Ling Feng looked up at the white and hazy end of the hundred-step god step, took a deep breath, and with a movement of his feet, turned into an afterimage, and swept to the top of the thirtieth step in one bite.

The faces of tens of thousands of freshmen suddenly became solemn.

Thirty steps and a hundred steps to the god level was an insurmountable barrier for them, and Ling Feng arrived in one breath, which was enough to prove that the gap between their strength and Ling Feng was like a chasm.

Standing on the thirty steps of the Becoming a God Step, Ling Feng felt the coercion and repulsive power transmitted along the surface, reaching a huge force of about 150,000 catties.

If you change to an ordinary eightfold martial artist of the Mortal Realm, your physical body should be around eighty thousand jin of huge strength, and it is impossible to reach thirty steps.

Of course, the higher the strength of a person standing on the top of the Hundred Steps Divine Rank, the greater the pressure he would bear, if a powerhouse of the Gathering Yuan Realm, or even the Divine Bridge Realm, and Ling Feng were also standing on thirty steps, the pressure they would definitely bear was much heavier than Ling Feng.

For Ling Feng, the pressure of 150,000 catties is insignificant, just like the breeze blowing on his face.

Ling Feng put aside his thoughts, raised his qi again, turned into an afterimage, and after consuming it in one breath, he had already landed on the top of sixty steps.

Tens of thousands of people gasped and screamed in horror.

Sixty steps, in the history of the Shenwu Academy, there are only a handful of people who have reached it, even if Ling Feng breaks through Juyuan, is beaten back to his original form, and continues to be the waste of the past, but his achievements in the most glorious moment of his life are enough to be recorded in the history of the academy for future generations to admire.

Because he had already seen Ling Feng's potential, Su Jiro was still light and light, and he became a god in a hundred steps, and the most difficult thing was the last ten steps, compared with the first ninety steps and the ten steps behind, there was no doubt that the difference between a small witch and a big one. (