Without allowing him to think about it much, Fang Feiyang pounced again, and this time he changed his playing style to a new one!

Because the battle just now was too fierce, there were a lot of gravel left on the ground, and Fang Feiyang didn't need any tricks, just picked up a piece of gravel casually, and while twisting Ling Tian, he slammed the bricks on his head.

Pat a piece, pick up a piece, pat another piece, pick up another piece......

Ling Tian, who was possessed by the stone puppet, had a body hardness far beyond ordinary rocks, and no matter how hard the stone was slapped, it would burst open with a "bang", and it couldn't break his defense at all.

It's just that the flying stone chips and dust make him look gray and embarrassed.

It wasn't that Ling Tian didn't want to fight back, but the soul power in his body was close to exhaustion, making it difficult for him to deal with Fang Feiyang's slapping bricks, let alone picking up stones from the ground to fight back!

At this point in the battle, the balance of victory and defeat finally began to tilt towards Fang Feiyang, once the soul power in Ling Tian's body was exhausted and he was freed from the state of being possessed by the stone puppet, when the time came, his flesh and blood would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of the stone, and it was inevitable that his head would break and bleed!

The disciples of the Shacheng Holy Hall in the audience had lost their voices, and with their eyes, they could naturally see that Ling Tian's current situation was very bad, and the outcome of this competition had almost been decided!

It's just a matter of losing, the key is that the way of losing is too embarrassing, and the most annoying thing is that Fang Feiyang shouted while patting back: "Call you fucking mess with Lao Tzu!"

"Tell you to fucking pretend to be in front of Lao Tzu!"

"Accept it or not, accept it or not, shoot you to death if you don't accept it!"

The faces of all the disciples of the Shacheng Holy Hall felt as if they were burning, as if they had been slapped more than a dozen times in a row, and if there was a crack in the ground, they would want to get into it.

After being slapped for a minute or two, Ling Tiancai barely managed to accumulate a little strength and pushed Fang Feiyang away.

I don't care about the dust on my face. He scolded directly: "What kind of thing are you......?

The words were not finished, because Fang Feiyang had already pounced on him again and kicked him in the stomach fiercely, knocking the second half of his words back into his stomach.

"What are you?"

Fang Feiyang kicked Ling Tian to the ground, and then kicked his ass as a football: "Just because you are a member of the Three Great Heavenly Sects, you can have eyes on the top of your head." Anyone looks down on them?"

"Just because you are a member of the Three Great Heavenly Sects, you can be high up and trample on the dignity of ordinary monks and disregard their lives?"

"Where were you when the two realms of demons invaded? Where were you when the Heavenly Dao was raging? Where were you when the Yunhai Immortal Sect, Nanke Temple, and other sects were fighting bloodily?"

"What qualifications do you have to be arrogant?"

When the last two words were spoken, Fang Feiyang took a few steps back, a run-up and a standard volley. Ling Tian, who was curled up on the ground, kicked out fiercely.

"Get out of your mother's Shacheng Shrine, with people like you, it's not worth being a watchdog for us Yunhai Immortal Sect!"

There was a dead silence all around, and many monks around the square secretly clenched their fists, only to feel a stream of blood rushing to their heads, eager to vent all the grievances they had suffered in the past.

Fang Feiyang was right, for so many years, the status of the three great heavenly sects had been admired by tens of thousands of people. But what they really did for the cultivation world was pitiful.

When many sects have difficulty finding them. is often blocked back by the reason that "the three great heavenly sects do not interfere in the affairs of the cultivation world".

If that's the case, then why look up to them, why bother in front of them, why do you have to look at their faces?

And on the side of the Shacheng Sanctuary, a voice came from afar: "Dare to insult the Shacheng Sanctuary with words, it is a capital crime!"

Before the words fell, the stout man on the upper floor of the Holy City suddenly shook for a moment, and the next moment. His figure appeared in front of Fang Feiyang.

One of the Supreme Elders of the Shacheng Holy Hall, Wang Zhisheng, was irritable, if it weren't for the other Supreme Elder Qin Huan pulling him, he would have come out to teach Fang Feiyang a lesson.

Don't look at him as just a middle-aged man. But his actual age has long been over a hundred years old, and his cultivation is also a genuine "Soul Emperor" realm.

The division of the realm in the cultivation world is generally in the order of soul disciple, soul master, soul master, soul guard, soul general, soul handsome, soul king, soul emperor, and soul saint.

If you can comprehend that heavenly machine, you will usher in your own heavenly tribulation, and if you can withstand the heavenly tribulation, you can soar into the immortal world by day.

It's a pity that there are too few people in the cultivation world who can reach this realm, and it has been decades since the last monk who rose to the top in the day.

The realm of "Soul Emperor" is second only to the realm of "Soul Saint", which belongs to a state that most people in the cultivation world can not reach, and further is the path of immortality.

Of course, it is extremely difficult to achieve this state, in addition to one's own outstanding talent, it also requires considerable chance and unremitting efforts, and at the same time, it is possible to achieve it through a long period of time.

Not to mention anything else, taking the Yunhai Immortal Sect as an example, at this moment, the only person in the sect who can reach the realm of the "Soul Emperor" is Elder Feng Taishang.

Wang Zhisheng stood in front of Fang Feiyang, looking at Fang Feiyang up and down with bloodthirsty eyes, full of murderous aura.

It stands to reason that with his identity and status, he shouldn't have taken the initiative to come out to find trouble with a junior, not to mention that Fang Feiyang had only fought four battles just now, so it was really a shame to have a wheel war.

But if he didn't make a move, Fang Feiyang's ridicule was so sufficient, and the disciples of the entire Shacheng Holy Hall would not come out to meet people in the future.

"Hmph, what did you just say?" Wang Zhisheng said coldly, and at the same time released his soul power without reservation.

Fang Feiyang only felt as if a huge wave was coming towards him, making it difficult for him to even catch his breath, he was only in the "Soul Shuai" realm now, two realms lower than Wang Zhisheng.

Under such a soul pressure, let alone resist, even normal actions are affected, what else is there to talk about facing the enemy?

However, he still stubbornly straightened his spine, faced Wang Zhisheng and said with a smile: "I said, get out of your mother's Shacheng Holy Hall!"

A murderous aura that seemed to be substantial suddenly shot out of Wang Zhisheng's eyes: "Okay, the bones are quite hard, you are still the first one who dares to say such things in front of me!"

"But......" He suddenly changed his tone: "You insulted our Shacheng Sanctuary with your words, if I don't punish you, won't outsiders take our Shacheng Sanctuary as a joke?"

"That's it, I'll only throw one punch, as long as you or any of you in the Yunhai Immortal Sect can catch my punch, I won't pursue the previous matter anymore. ”

When he said this, Wang Zhisheng stretched out his right hand and shook it in front of Fang Feiyang. (To be continued......)