As soon as the punch of the power of the twenty-five dragon elephants exploded, the surrounding space immediately became oppressive. The majestic and tumbling hoe and plough torrent seemed to be blocked by a mountain, and the momentum of the rush was paused.

"The farmer should be farming at home, but he ran out to kill people, is this like that?"

A magic talisman was instantly attached to the soles of his feet, and without waiting for Teng Yaowen to react, Ling Zhi made another decisive move against the wind, and the whole person turned into a faint green smoke, which appeared in front of Teng Yaowen's eyes in an instant.

"You ......"

Teng Yaowen was horrified, and the hoe and plow brought a sound of rolling wind and thunder, aiming at Ling Zhi's head and digging it down.

However, the downward trend was only halfway down, and it suddenly stopped in the air.

With one hand, he firmly pinched the handle of the hoe and plow, "You're going to kill me?"

"I am the chief of the farmer's family, do you dare to touch me?" Teng Yaowen was terrified, at this moment, he didn't know that the man in front of him was not at the same level as himself at all.

Not only is it not a level, but even the existence that he has to look up to.

"Let him go!"

At this time, the chiefs who were watching the battle around also came forward one after another, shouting fiercely.

Like Teng Yaowen's horror, although these people are very imposing on the surface, their hearts are flooded with monstrous waves.

Teng Yaowen is certainly not the strongest among them, but his strength can at least rank in the middle. Even if he is the chief of the two masters of the Art of War, he can defeat him, but if he wants to win so easily, so without suspense, he will definitely not be able to do it.

"He's going to kill me!"

Facing the threat of the crowd, a sneer appeared on the corner of Ling Zhi's mouth.

"Ling Zhi, do you know what you're doing? Others are just fighting with you normally, do you really want him to die?" Su Yi looked at Ling Zhi and said coldly.

"If you dare to touch him, I can guarantee that you will die today!"

The soldier's grandson Mo Arrow stepped forward, and his dark eyes were like a sharp arrow, piercing people's hearts.

"Huh...... Hehe......"

Ling Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the seven successive majestic momentum around him pressing on him, which was a rather heavy pressure.

Whether it is momentum or killing momentum, it is so powerful, if it is replaced by another person, even if it is Ling Zhi before learning the Dragon Elephant Devouring Heaven Sutra, this momentum alone can already break his heart.

But at the moment?

"Today, I'll see how you let me die!"

The cold voice slowly protruded from the corners of his upturned lips, and Teng Yaowen's pupils shrank, "Stop, you can't kill me, if you kill me, you will ......"

"Click!"

The crisp sound of cracking bones sounded from Teng Yaowen's neck, and the teeth of those who listened to it were sour.

Quiet!

The empty seventeenth floor corridor suddenly became deathly silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they couldn't stop breathing.

Kill!

This brute actually killed him?!

"You killed him?"

Sun Zimo looked at Ling Zhi, his eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

"Kill!"

Ling Zhi said indifferently, "If you want to kill me, I, Ling Zhi, will never be soft." ”

"I just said that if you kill him, you will die today!" Sun Zimo said again.

"So, you're going to avenge him, right?"

Ling Zhi clapped his hands, his face flashing with a thick expectation, "And the six of you, you have to find a place for him, right? Very good, then what are you waiting for?"

"Arrogance!"

Everyone's faces were pale, and this idea was unanimously born in their hearts, but the strange thing was that although they felt that Ling Zhi deserved to die, no one was willing to be the first to do it. Even if it is the two chiefs of the art of war who have reached the realm of martial arts.

The six chiefs of the hall are here, if they do it together, even if Ling Zhi has the ability to reach the sky, he will be bloodstained on the spot today.

But with the strength shown by this little brute, even if he died, it would be impossible for him not to leave three or two to accompany him.

This is the selfishness of human nature, or rather, the instinctive attachment of living beings to life.

"What? Aren't you trying to kill me? Why don't you do it yet?" Ling Zhi asked with a sneer looking at everyone's constantly flickering eyes.

"Hmph! Ling Zhi, do you really want to find death? With so many of us going together, you are confident that you can beat the enemy?" a well-mannered young man stood up, his eyes full of uncertainty.

"Chief novelist, hehe, you're right, I'm Ling Zhi, it's true that I'm not the opponent of all of you joining forces, but why don't you do it yet?"

"You ......" Yue Wenxuan, the chief novelist, was suddenly speechless, and his face turned red.

Of course he wanted to do it if he could, but when he looked at the others with a pleading gaze, they were completely air.

"A bunch of waste, it seems that you are more suitable to be a famous disciple than me!"

Without paying any attention to anyone, Ling Zhi turned around and headed towards the cultivation room.

Click......

The sound of the stone door closing was like a resounding slap in the face of the crowd.

Everyone only felt a hot pain in their faces.

"Guys, is this the end of this matter?"

Novelist Yue Wenxuan, after Ling Zhi left, was the first to jump out.

Ling Zhi slapped his face in public just now, and that breath has been held in his heart, how can he rest?

"Hehe, Brother Yue, don't be impatient, I don't think we need to worry about a dead man!" Su Yi saw that no one picked up, so she hurriedly ran out to play a round with a smile.

"Dead people?"

"Yes, the Sect Master of the Farm Family has always protected his shortcomings, Ling Zhi has killed Teng Yaowen now, do you think people will just forget it?"

"What about Lu Fengxian? No matter how powerful the Sect Master of the Peasant Family is, can he still be able to defeat the Sect Master of the Miscellaneous Family, Lu Fengxian? Ling Zhi killed the Ao Eight Horses, and Sect Master Lu can only stare dryly?"

Yue Wenxuan didn't know if he was stupid when he wrote novels on weekdays, and he couldn't hear that Su Yi was just trying to save face and making perfunctory remarks just now.

"Hmph, don't say anything, clean up Teng Yaowen's body, let's go!"

Sun Zimo is also a proud person, but since he didn't come out just now, he already feels frustrated, and he wants to stay for a long time at this moment.

"Senior Brother Sun, do you think ...... too?"

"Okay, Yue Wenxuan, this matter is over, besides, Su Yi was right just now, Ling Zhi is indeed a dead man!"

Han Yang, the chief of the Law Family, interrupted Yue Wenxuan's words with a wave of his hand, "You should know that the leader of our Chief Alliance, the Chief of the Yin and Yang Family, Pu Tianyan, went out this time just to challenge the few people behind the Nine Great Heavenly Jiao, once he successfully returns, Ling Zhi is just a clown!"

That's right, but Han Yang has a faint sadness in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was also recognized as a genius, and along with Mo, the chief grandson of the military family, he was known as one of the twin sons of the Holy Academy.

However, in the face of Ling Zhi, who is rising like a comet, the ants of the Xuanwu Realm, if they want to kill each other, they can't do it themselves, and they must put their expectations on others. This is not something to be proud of by any means.

A few people stayed where they were and talked again, and soon dispersed. Ling Zhi's strength today is too big a blow to them, especially the sentence left before leaving, saying that they are more suitable for the famous Mystery.

It's tantamount to a naked slap in the face, ridiculing them as cowards who can only move their mouths. At the moment, they only hope that Pu Tianyan can return as soon as possible, and when the time comes, they will definitely go to the scene in person to see how Ling Zhi's little beast died!

......

Ling Zhi naturally didn't know the thoughts of the chiefs of the various factions outside, and even if he knew, he wouldn't be at ease.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in a state of cultivation.

Teng Yaowen, the farmer who had been killed by force just now, really did not disappoint him.

Although this kid is only a post-Xuanwu Realm cultivator, it has allowed him to increase the power of the Five Dragons and Elephants.

The disciples of this holy academy are really different from the martial artists in other small places, because of their extraordinary background, they have practiced all kinds of advanced and profound * since they were young, and they have been nourished by all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, and their souls are really not ordinarily powerful.

Ling Zhi was even a little disappointed, if those people were really out there just now, after absorbing the souls of all of them, how powerful would their dragon elephant power be?

There are no years of cultivation.

A few hours passed quickly, and when Ling Zhi was awakened by the pre-set prohibition, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying sharp flash flashed in his dark starry eyes.

Breakthrough!

In just a few hours, his martial arts cultivation has been promoted from the first level of the Xuanwu Realm to the third level of the Xuanwu Realm, and he is only a thin line away from the intermediary of the Xuanwu Realm.

Even the Heavenly Dao cultivation has also taken a small step, from the early stage of the fourfold foundation building, and advanced to the late stage of the fourfold foundation building, if he didn't think of a date at night, he would have been given two more days at most, he would definitely be confident that he would be able to reach the fifth stage of the foundation.

The most gratifying thing is the power of the dragon elephant, which has been steadily consolidated at the level of the power of the thirty dragon elephants.

At this moment, as the abundant power strolled through his body, a strong self-confidence surged in his chest.

Or there is still a gap in the face of the Nine Great Heavenly Pride, but an ordinary Earth Martial Realm beginner will definitely not be his opponent.

"However, my current attack method is still too simple, in this world, there are not only all kinds of magical martial arts, but also all kinds of advanced martial arts, although I have invincible power, but if I meet someone who practices advanced martial arts, it is still a little difficult to deal with!"

Ling Zhi suddenly remembered the scene when he was working with the farmer chief before, the torrent of thousands of hoes and plows was terrifying just to look at.

"It seems that if I have the opportunity, I should practice a few martial arts, although there are many exercises in the ring of the head of the Luoxia Sect, they are not profound......

No matter, it's not far from Youshi now, it's time to go to the banquet, Wan Ruohai, I hope I guessed wrong, you, don't be a person from the Eighth Prince......"

Ling Zhi stood up, made a dust-removing decision, washed away the dirt and dust that fell after cultivation, and then opened the door of the cultivation room, and when he left, he deliberately went to look outside the stone gate of Luoyan, and then hurriedly walked towards the outside of the cultivation tower.

......

Fengling Ferry was originally a ferry, but I don't know when it began, there were powerful people, ten miles away from the ferry, transplanted a maple tree, and built a small cottage pavilion in the forest, used to attract some literati and scholars to taste wine and discuss swords.

Later, there were more powerful people who saw the business opportunities between the mountains and forests in Fenglingdu, so they used some means to confine down the fine house and build a "Fenglin Tea House".

Either the person behind this is in order to improve his style, or he himself has a high style, and since the Fenglin Tea House was built, he has not entertained ordinary guests.

Those who can be invited by the master to enter the Fenglin Tea House are all the most powerful people in the entire Yujing City and even the entire dynasty.

Over time, when the word Fenglingdu is mentioned, the first thing that comes to people's minds is the Fenglin Tea House hidden in the forest, rather than the ordinary ferry near the canal.

Ling Zhi naturally didn't know about these, he had only heard the name of Fenglin Tea House, but he didn't know that he also needed a status symbol to enter.

After leaving the Tianlong Sacred Courtyard, Ling Zhi simply identified the direction of the next direction, and rushed straight towards the Fenglingdu Wharf.

About an hour later, when the evening sun was full, Ling Zhi had already come to a maple forest with red leaves.

"Fenglin Tea Society, this name is elegant, or, I misunderstood Wan Ruohai is not necessarily, the real Eighth Prince, even if he wants to hold a banquet, it should be in the deep palace compound, how can he come to such a crepe place?"

Looking at the fairy-like maple forest in front of him, Ling Zhi smiled self-deprecatingly, and then prepared to step inside.

"Get out of here!"

As soon as a high-pitched voice sounded, Ling Zhi suddenly turned around, and saw a tall horse galloping towards him, only ten meters away from where he was standing.