Listening to Ling Feng's previous sentence of "Han bastard", Tang Jinglin's face suddenly turned gloomy, this is a vicious scolding sentence similar to a map cannon in the local area, and he brought it to the whole family.

This person has a good mouth, what kind of personality is direct, this is a small belly chicken intestines to the extreme, narrow-minded and vicious, not as bright as most of the mountain men.

It's not that he looked at Tang Jinglin's youth, thinking that his strength was not good, and deliberately said this vicious scolding to anger Tang Jinglin, so that he could teach a lesson in a righteous and bright way.

Tang Jinglin naturally couldn't tolerate such humiliation, he stopped Ah Xiu, who wanted to get angry, and said: "Sister Ah Xiu, humiliate me and my family like this, you don't care about this matter, leave it to me to deal with!"

Turning his head, Tang Jinglin said to Ling Feng with a cold gaze: "Ling Feng, right? I don't want to have a senseless battle of words with you! You have insulted my family, and I will not reason with you, after all, I am not your father, and I have no obligation to educate you. Let's follow the rules of the mountains and settle grievances with warrior blood! Either end with the blood of one party, or someone will kowtow to make amends!"

"Okay! In the name of the mountain god!Witness with blood!" Ling Feng was overjoyed, this was simply exceeding expectations, so he quickly slashed his palm, leaving blood. This is equivalent to an oath, and no one can stop the sacred duel between the two anymore.

As for whether he would lose to the foreign kid in front of him, Ling Feng hadn't considered this possibility at all.

Ling Feng was not arrogant, he was known as the first day of the Ling clan for three hundred years, and at the age of 33, he was already half a step away from the late stage of the first level. And the Ling family is the top three surnames in the mountains, with fifty or sixty thousand people with this surname, and it is also one of the five major inheritances of the Zhu Youshu totem warriors, and now it is the first person of the young generation.

As soon as he saw Tang Jinglin's appearance, Ling Feng knew that this was a cultivator of the Qi Refiner lineage. Compared with martial arts cultivation, which is easy first and then difficult, the early stage progresses rapidly, and the entry difficulty of Qi refiners is hundreds of times higher, and it is the early stage of Qi training. He said that with one hand, he was really confident that he would level Tang Jinglin with one hand.

"Alas!" Ah Xiu shook her head and sighed at Ling Feng's stupidity, she knew that Tang Jinglin was now a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period.

In the entire Zhu Youshu lineage, except for Granny Zhu, no one is an opponent. Especially ten years ago, Ah Xiu had seen the powerful power of Tang Lingqiu's luxurious equipment, and even Granny Zhu was a lot worse.

Even if Tang Jinglin couldn't exert the full power of those magic weapons, even if he only had three points of strength, he would be able to defeat most of the first-level peak masters of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period, not to mention a mere mid-level totem warrior.

Soon, everyone came to a large stone platform covering an area of more than ten acres. Under the call of friends, the onlookers quickly exceeded a hundred, all wanting to watch how Ling Feng taught a lesson to outsiders who did not know the height of the sky.

"How is it? Are you ready? I'm going to do it when you're ready!" the two stood thirty meters apart on the stone platform, which was the distance of a normal fight.

If the distance is too close, it will have an advantage over martial cultivators, and if it is too far, it will have too much advantage for qi refiners, and this distance is just right for a first-level cultivator.

"You'd better take out your own weapons, lest you think I'm invincible later!" Tang Jinglin said lightly.

"My weapon will naturally appear when it should appear, it depends on whether you have the ability to force it out!" Ling Feng's gaze was fierce, and the momentum on his body rose, with a heavy and wild aura. The former seems to come from the mountains, and the latter seems to come from beasts.

"Let's get started!"

Before Tang Jinglin's words fell, the word "bar" had not even fully spread, and a yellow light flashed on Ling Feng's body, which instantly shot directly at Tang Jinglin, and he immediately went all out.

As a martial cultivator who is proficient in combat, he naturally will not leave his hands because he feels that the enemy's strength is weak. The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength. Only by winning first can he be proud and show off, so Ling Feng did not hesitate to attack with all his strength.

Facing the attacking Ling Feng, Tang Jinglin's body also had purple qi rising, just when Ling Feng had just crossed the distance of ten meters.

"Smack!"

With a loud sound of flesh colliding, Ling Feng flew back upside down, but Tang Jinglin's figure disappeared in place, and then appeared twenty meters away.

"Bang!"

Ling Feng's body slammed heavily on the stone ground, he couldn't get up for a long time, his head was hit by a powerful dark energy, his ears roared, and he was dizzy, which was completely the sequelae of a severe concussion.

A few seconds later, when Ling Feng staggered up, everyone saw that his left and right faces were each printed with a purple-black slap print, which was extremely conspicuous, and even turned into necrotic bruises and remained on his face forever.

In addition, Ling Feng's mouth kept dripping blood, and blood also came out of his ears and nose. In just one round, the first warrior of the younger generation in the mountains, who was chasing the older generation of masters, was killed by a teenager from outside the mountain.

It is hard to imagine why this young man outside the mountain has such great power in his not burly body.

Ignoring his stunned companions, Ling Feng's eyes were red, and his cheeks were so painful that he was about to lose his instincts, which had already made him understand what had just happened, he had been slapped in the face in front of so many people and Ah Xiu from outside the mountain.

"Roar!"

The yellow light bloomed, and a beast-like roar sounded, and a huge yellow lizard totem rose from Ling Feng's body. This is the Unicorn Rock Lizard, one of the most powerful lineage totems of the Totem Samurai lineage.

Different from ordinary totems, this unicorn rock lizard has been passed down by the Ling clan for hundreds of years, and it was once sealed with a one-horned rock lizard demon beast spirit at the peak of the first level, and then conceived by four or five totem warriors who were at least one level late.

Before these totem warriors of the Ling clan sit down, they will integrate their whole body cultivation and essence spirit, and even part of their souls into the spirit of the unicorn rock lizard, and then pass it on to a certain descendant of the clan, becoming a guardian spirit similar to that passed down from generation to generation.

It was because of inheriting this unicorn rock lizard guardian spirit that Ling Feng was able to advance by leaps and bounds after the middle of the first level, and now he was about to enter the late stage of the first level. Now that he has summoned this totem, he is even more able to exert the power of a totem warrior no less than that of a late-stage totem.

Looking at Ling Feng who rushed again, Tang Jinglin was full of momentum, and the rich purple qi formed a continuous cloud, and then a simple progressive punch hit Ling Feng who was charging head-on.

In the largest tent on the stone platform on the top of the mountain, Granny Zhu and three late-stage Qi cultivation masters of the Zhuyoushu lineage, as well as more than two dozen totem warriors who were at least at least the late stage of the first level and close to the late stage of the first level, were discussing the distribution of combat power and related plans after entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.

But after Tang Jinglin and Ling Feng broke out with all their strength, the movement was too big, and the faces of seven or eight masters and Granny Zhu changed greatly at the same time. Then Granny Zhu said in a deep voice: "Let's go and have a look!"

At this moment, Ling Feng's eyes on the field suddenly flashed bloodthirsty, holding an earthy yellow cone thorn made of hands and feet in his right hand, and a red boning knife in his left hand, stabbing Tang Jinglin's head and heart respectively, clearly wanting to kill someone.

"Boom!"

The terrifying purple light fist mark came out of his hand, and the majestic Taiyi Xuanguang True Qi bombarded Ling Feng's chest. Even if he changed his moves in time and resisted with a cone stab and a sharp knife, he was still blown away by Tang Jinglin's punch, and the gap was simply insurmountable and desperate.