As a Jindan Realm demon cultivator of the Storm Owl Clan, Feng Lu is very good at the younger generation of the clan, otherwise, he would not have been selected by Fengyang Yu to come to this Dragon Fire City.

From the perspective of Feng Yang Yu, Ling Zheng was much worse than himself in every aspect, except for his identity as a formation mage. Cultivation is not as good as himself, not to mention his physical body, Ling Zheng is a human being, and his physical body is definitely not as good as himself as a demon beast. As for combat skills, the fast attack of the Storm Owl Clan is famous, and Feng Feng has always believed in a truth, that is, the world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable.

Therefore, at the moment when he rushed towards Ling Zheng, Feng Luo had almost seen the human formation mage kid who had his head cut off by his own hand knife, blasted the dantian with one punch, and shattered his soul with one palm.

But again, the truth is never as rosy as imagined. At the moment when Feng Qi rushed towards Ling Zheng, everyone was surprised to find that Ling Zheng didn't even dodge in the face of the onslaught of the Demon Cultivator of the Jindan Realm of the Storm Clan, but instead put away the pitch-black and simple spear in his hand, looking at the meaning, it seemed that he wanted to follow Feng Feng.

This young array mage has good skills, but how can his brain be the same as burning stupid?!

Just when everyone was imagining how Ling Zheng would die next, suddenly a bang came out, shaking people's eardrums.

"Bang!"

After the explosion, the spirit that had been rushing towards Ling Zheng violently before actually flew out at an even faster speed than before, and after he stubbornly stabilized his body, people found that his fist was already deformed in his eyes, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

Ling Zheng, on the other hand, stood below, his figure only taking two or three steps back, and he was fine.

Feng Yangyu was startled, and looked at Ling Zheng fixedly, and he didn't care about entanglement with Longhuo Zhenren.

Because the trapped array was shattered by Ling Zheng's shot, the cultivators who were originally trapped around the Dharma Platform saw that they had the opportunity to escape, and they all showed their fastest speed and fled for their lives in all directions. Seeing this scene, several young masters of the Storm Owl Clan who came with Fengyang and Yu hurriedly went up to kill, but the effect was very small.

Feng Feng, who had been beaten by Ling Zheng's punch and had a broken hand bone, stood in mid-air, and it took a long time to recover his senses, and after letting out a roar like an eagle's roar, his body swooped down on Ling Zheng again, with a fierce force that wanted to tear Ling Zheng apart.

Seeing this scene, the big yellow cat standing next to the painting just spit out two words:

"Silly bird. ”

Seeing Feng Qi attacking him again, Ling Zheng did not stand still and wait as before, but kicked his feet, and also rushed towards the fierce Feng Qi at a rapid speed, raising his hand and blasting out with a rubbing hand.

The white stele shadow appeared suddenly, and Feng Luo was hit in the chest by the white stele shadow without even touching the corner of Ling Zheng's clothes, and flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. I pressed a mouthful of blood and didn't spit it out, but my naturally blue face was already like a pig's liver.

"Isn't he afraid of being recognized by using the Great Luo Tuo Tablet of the Thousand Stele Forest like this?" Huaying looked at the big yellow cat and asked softly.

The big yellow cat didn't care: "That kid is not in his right mind, I guess he wants to let the three boys who were separated from us know the news that he is here, so that they can come to him." ”

The big yellow cat didn't continue to speak deeply, and as soon as the words changed, the cat's paw pointed to the wind spirit that had just been beaten out by Ling Zheng, and said, "That bird of the Storm Owl Clan has a brain that is not normal than that kid. That kid is said to be able to tear off the arm of a Yuan Infant Realm cultivator with hand-to-hand combat alone three years ago, and his melee combat ability is so strong that he has no heavenly reason. And the bird of the Storm Owl Clan was originally a first-order cultivator in the Jindan Realm, and he was not much stronger than that kid, and he even attacked that kid's strength with his own shortcomings. ”

"Although the body of demon beasts is much stronger than that of humans, it is not absolute, and it is the same as being beaten when encountering some humans with strong physiques. The big yellow cat doesn't seem to have much affection for the Storm Owl: "That bird should have been aware of this from the beginning when the kid broke the bones of his hand with a punch, and if he distanced himself from that kid and maneuvered with spells and speed, maybe there was a possibility that the kid would have a headache." ”

"But look at it now, that stupid bird, I'm embarrassed to talk about him. The big yellow cat sneered: "It's so stupid that you're embarrassed to come out and be embarrassed, where can you die?"

After listening to the big yellow cat's poisonous snake, the painting quietly asked with some concern, "Then what if Ling Zheng is besieged next?"

"Don't worry, that kid is much smarter than that stupid bird, he knows how to be flexible, and if he can't beat it, he will definitely run. After the big yellow cat finished speaking, he paused and continued: "However, now the only old bird in the Yuan Infant Realm among the group of birds is being chased and smashed by that dragon fire real person with a hammer, and he is lacking in skills. And looking at the meaning, the other birds except the old bird are probably the same as the birds that were beaten away by that kid, they are all dead-brained masters, and they can't be taught a lesson if they are not beaten. Look at their expressions, it's like the boy digging up their ancestral graves. ”

Just as the big yellow cat said, after Feng Lu was knocked away by Ling Zheng's rubbing hand, the remaining dozen or so young Jindan Realm demon cultivators of the Storm Owl Clan all felt that their faces were dull and looked at Ling Zheng with murderous anger.

I don't know when it started, when ordinary demon beasts see humans, they have a natural sense of superiority, thinking that their starting point is high, and their physical bodies are stronger than humans.

Now, in front of so many people, the Jindan Realm Demon Cultivator of the Storm Owl Clan was unexpectedly sent flying out by a human who hadn't even entered the Jindan Realm, which immediately made these people red-eyed.

After stabilizing his body, Feng Lu, who was beaten away by Ling Zheng, forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood that was about to spurt out, and roared angrily: "Let's go up together, tear him!"

Feng Yang Yu, who was dealing with the Dragon Fire Dao people, naturally also saw this scene, but he didn't stop it, he felt that if the Storm Owl Clan was swept away by humans in hand-to-hand combat today, if Ling Zheng was allowed to leave alive, if it spread out, it would also be a blow to the reputation of the Storm Owl Clan.

Longhuo Zhenren doesn't have so many scruples, because now he is no longer coerced by Fengyangyu, and he is even more energetic to chase Fengyangyu with the fire hammer in his hand.

He wasn't worried about Ling Zheng at all, not because he was cold by nature. But at the moment when Ling Zheng used the Monument Extension, the Longhuo Zhenren, who had always been well-informed, already knew Ling Zheng's identity.

He had heard that in the battle outside Dengxian City, Ling Zheng was able to escape from the siege of so many young generation leaders, so he didn't believe that now Ling Zheng could die in the hands of these more than ten cultivators who were all in the first and second orders of the Jindan Realm.

Ling Zheng didn't disappoint Longhuo Zhenren, he didn't use a Wanjun gun, almost any part of his body can be turned into the most striking weapon, fists, fingers, palms, heads, elbows, shoulders, knees, legs, backs, etc., etc., the move is fast and decisive, without any fancy movements.

The educational effect of being beaten by Ning Chongxiao for a month appeared again, Ling Zheng faced more than a dozen young masters of the Jindan Realm Storm Clan who surrounded him, he was not afraid, and the attack was fierce, and that ruthlessness was worse than those dozen Storm Clan demon cultivators.

However, the quick attack of the Storm Owl Clan is not in vain, but there are also people who succeed in sneaking up on Ling Zheng from time to time. But they all felt that after they hit Ling Zheng with one blow, the force that entered Ling Zheng's body was dissolved like a mud cow entering the sea. What's even worse is that every time he hits Ling Zheng, he will be hit by Ling Zheng the next moment, and the pain of the true element being dissolved after the white attributeless true element enters the body makes the dozen or so storm owl clan demon cultivators who seem to have the advantage miserable.

The siege lasted for a whole hour, although Ling Zheng's clothes were torn a lot, and there were scratches on his body, but he still looked like a dragon and a tiger, and opened the eyes of the Broken Delusion, with a little blood in the silver white.

On the other hand, the dozen or so Storm Owl Clan Jindan Realm Demon Cultivators could still fight with Ling Zheng hotly at first, but as time passed, the True Yuan in their bodies was dissolved more and more by Ling Zheng's Non-Attribute True Yuan, and they gradually appeared to be in a state of inactivity.

Feng Yang Yu and Long Huo Zhenren fought against each other, because both of them were first-order cultivators in the Yuan Infant Realm, although Feng Yang Yu had the physique of a demon beast and the speed was amazing, but Long Yang Yu took advantage of the high-grade spiritual weapon of the fire refining hammer, and each hammer seemed to be able to attract the power of heaven and earth, and one by one the fire dragons flew out, making it very difficult for Feng Yang Yu to dodge.

Seeing that the original nearly 10,000 cultivators had run away, Feng Yangyu roared angrily, raised his hand and struck out, and his fist turned into a huge eagle claw in a burst of blue light, forcing the dragon fire real person to retreat.

He looked in the direction where Ling Zheng was, and after a long while, he finally understood Ling Zheng's identity, and shouted: "Don't fight him in close quarters, bury him with spells!"

But it's undoubtedly a little late to say it now. Because before he could speak, Ling Zheng rushed towards the spirit that had fought with him at the beginning.

Feng Luo had already been frightened by Ling Zheng, and when he saw that Ling Zheng ignored others and attacked him directly, he was so frightened that he almost screamed.

He reflexively wanted to turn around, but he didn't see Ling Zheng's speed increase sharply the moment he rushed forward.

His right fist erupted with a brilliant white lightning, and with this vision, thunder faintly came out of the clear night sky.

When the big yellow cat saw this scene, the eyes of the two cats, one black and one white, widened.

"Uncle, what the hell is this kid who has become a student who learns so fast?!"

The big yellow cat used to speak in a breezy tone, but now there was a sudden horror in his tone, which made the painting on the side feel that something was wrong.

Triggering Zhou Tian's thunder with martial arts, apart from the Great Zhou Tian Thunder Hand, which other move can it be?

"Click!"

A thunderclap rang out, shaking the eardrums of everyone present, and in that loud noise, Ling Zheng's right hand bursting with white thunder light seemed to turn into an incomparably bright lightning, and after catching up with Feng Lu, it slammed into the back of Feng Lu's heart.

"Boom!"

Although it didn't pass through the chest, everyone could feel the terrifying power contained in that blow.

Like a broken sack, Wind Spirit's body was shrouded in thunder, and it didn't take long after it flew out to plant straight to the ground, smashing the ground into a deep pit.

After landing on the ground, Feng Feng's body first burst out with a burst of blue light, and then it turned into a giant owl with blue feathers all over its body, the size of a zhang.

It let out a mournful roar, and then exploded into a puddle of minced flesh in a dazzling flash of thunder.