Looking around the high platform, the surroundings have been clearly divided into five areas, and it can be seen at a glance which force they belong to. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walking through the middle of the two crowds, Liu Feng easily climbed onto the altar, the chaotic chatter around gradually disappeared, and the eyes of tens of thousands of people looked at Liu Feng in unison, with their intelligence ability, it was said that Liu Feng's appearance, even the master was dug out, and he naturally knew that Liu Feng was the main master.

Under the witch flag, the ring on Liu Feng's finger flashed brightly, and two chairs and a table appeared. Now, with mana, Liu Feng no longer has to consume soul power to use the space ring as before, even if there is a master watching from the side, he can't discover the secret of the unity of soul and body.

On the altar, the witch servant and Li Mofeng fought for two days and one night, killing five thousand miscellaneous fish fools, and their breath had changed.

Although Li Mofeng had also been stained with blood before, it was impossible for him to be so many martial artists, but now he has a thick evil qi cover body, fighting wildly for two days and one night, killing more than two thousand enemies, everything has come together, and the biggest harvest for two days and one night has been achieved.

Today's Li Mofeng, his eyes are open and closed, and his essence is revealed, when he was in Augusta, when he was on Treasure Island, he was cautious and defended too much, although his strength was strong and had a certain deterrent effect, but compared with now, the aura of the tyrant leaked, coupled with the strength of the Bao Dan realm, the general strength of the will was not very firm to see that he didn't even have the intention of attacking!

A warrior's grievances before death are definitely not comparable to an ordinary person, let alone a demonic beast, the witch servant has been baptized by the blood of three thousand warriors, and all the condensed evil qi has been refined, and compared with two days ago, it has grown five centimeters taller.

The strength of the witch cultivator is directly proportional to the height, the strength of the witch servant who is five centimeters taller has not doubled, but at least increased by one-third, but in broad daylight, so many onlookers can't use witch Gu to devour the corpse, it's a pity!

"The miscellaneous fish is gone, it's time to become a master, Mo Feng, drink a cup of tea and take a break. ”

Liu Feng ignored the noise of the tens of thousands of people sitting around the altar, stretched out his hand and brushed it, there were more teapots and teacups on the table, anyway, it was already written on the bulletin board, those who are not afraid of death will come up, and those who are afraid of death will be below, and they will not lose a hair!

The main reason why he didn't leave everything to the Heavenly Soul to do, but cultivated in the space, was that there were too many fools at the beginning, at that time, when he came to power, he ended up with the witch servant and Li Mofeng, and Liu Feng didn't need combat experience and blood baptism, and it was redundant and a waste of time to come to power.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, Li Mofeng already has the invincible evil spirit of a martial artist, and the domineering spirit of being in my hands within ten steps, and has officially crossed the threshold of Bao Dan, with the foundation laid by Li Mofeng, the opponent below the realm of Bao Dan is no longer of any help to him.

"Okay!" Li Mofeng seems to be getting more and more silent, the higher his strength, the more he cherishes words like gold? Liu Feng shook his head, poured a cup of tea, and tasted it slowly, now it is golden autumn, all kinds of fruits in the space are ripe, Liu Feng doesn't have to gnaw on dried fruits, from time to time he makes two plates of small fresh fruits, pinches one and throws it in his mouth, and then drinks a cup of tea, that leisurely!

Li Mofeng did the same, and together with Liu Feng, he tasted tea and ate fruits, these fresh fruits contained more aura than the rat meat that Li Mofeng ate, so he naturally couldn't let it go.

"In Xia Er Dongjie, cultivating iron sand palms, Taihang Mountain Thirteen Taibao horizontal practice, knowing that he is not the opponent of the Dan Realm, he came to the stage to ask Liu Sheng to be gracious and give a place in the secret realm, Er is willing to pay any price!"

"Oh. Your name is Er Dongjie, I have heard that he is a Manchu relic, in order to practice martial arts, the loser who lost billions of family property is indeed the blood of the Manchu Dynasty, not his own thing, and the loser is very easy and willing.

No matter who comes to power, you have to pass the three levels before you can have a place to enter the secret realm, otherwise you will sell yourself to me as a slave, and that is nothing! Of course, you can wait on the side to see if there are any people who have passed the three levels, and then you may be able to enter the secret realm!"

Liu Feng can be said to have no good impression of the Manchu remnants at all, with his age, it is naturally impossible to have any grievances and grievances with these old and young relics who have long been defeated, the reason why he has no good impression is very simple, whether it is the old thief or the old man He, even the dean's grandmother who does not know martial arts, is extremely resentful of these guys.

There are a lot of famous sayings of these old and young people through the mouth of the dean's grandmother, which have reached Liu Feng's ears, and they have also been remembered by him, among which there are a lot of things like "Rather with friends" and "not with domestic slaves", and what Yangzhou Ten Days, Jiading Three Massacres, in short, since the ancestors of these guys, they have not done anything good.

Old man He's evaluation of these old and young people is very simple, there is only one sentence, don't believe these people if you believe in a dog!

"Liu Sheng, the integration of fifty-six ethnic groups in China is already a family, Er is first of all Chinese, descendants of Yan and Huang, followed by Manchurians, Your Excellency is also growing up under the red flag of the new society, why hold on to the old concept?"

Er Dongjie still has a master's demeanor and a big belly, Liu Feng is very strange, how could this guy go to practice martial arts, he should be a politician, practicing martial arts is too wasteful of talents.

Liu Feng's eyes turned half a circle under the altar, and the direction facing him was a bunch of yellow skin, including head descenders, martial artists, Buddhist cultivators, and Taoists, except for a few black people, all of them were yellow skin tones.

Originally, these people should have been almost 10,000 people, but unfortunately there were too many fools with hot brains, and they were provoked to say a few words, so they rushed to the altar and sent them to death, as a result, there are now less than 5,000 people left, although the number is still very large, but in fact it has been reduced by half!

These people are all those smarter and higher-strength elites, among them there are no less than five of them who are above the level of Baodan, except for one who is obviously sent by the domestic government to watch the play, the rest are all fresh faces, but unfortunately I still can't see which one Er Dongjie commanded.

Staring at his eyes, he was too tired, so simply, the witch servant strode forward directly, smashed out a punch, and hit Er Dongjie's chest. If you can't find it, then kill this guy who is still in the ring and practicing his mouth crookedly.

Er Dongjie was obviously prepared, the witch servant stepped forward, this guy raised his palms, and the iron blue palm slapped the witch servant's straight punch, and the fists and palms struck, only a muffled sound, Er Dongjie's ruddy face had already turned pale, and he staggered back under his feet.

"Liu Sheng, the Kunlun Secret Realm is still open, Your Excellency is in charge of the entrance of the Secret Realm, but there are three Baodan realm martial artists to guard, there are so many people present, I am afraid that there are no more than five people who can pass the three levels in a row, and the martial arts path of so many martial artists is broken, why is Your Excellency so ruthless?"

Er Dongjie is like a monkey, jumping around in the ring, no longer daring to fight with the witch, occasionally can't dodge, and only slaps the side of the witch's fist or the side of the wrist and arm, unloading the force and swimming, with a clever vision, it is not difficult to find that Er Dongjie's trembling arms are slowly recovering.

This guy is indeed disgusting, while swimming to recover his injured arm and recovering his qi and blood, his words disturb and provoke the emotions of everyone in the audience, although he is telling the truth, but his mind is obviously not likeable, even those masters of the Dan Realm in the audience swept Er Dongjie's gaze with disdain.

But it is true that many warriors were stimulated by Er Dongjie's words and clamored under the altar.

"Liu Feng, since you don't give us a chance, then don't blame us for making a move together!"

"Let's go up together and tie up Liu Feng!

"That's right, let's shoot together!"

The altar was staired on all sides, and four or five people rushed out neatly on each side, roaring loudly while jumping towards the altar, and the emotions behind him were ignited one after another, and those who rushed up, a dozen or twenty, added up to a lot.

The largest number of people is still in the Asian region, after the hidden mental fluctuations here flashed, they were infected by the manic mental fluctuations, and no less than a thousand people rushed out, all of them rushed towards Liu Feng, and the green light in his eyes made Liu Feng suddenly feel like he was going to be wheeled with rice.

"Hmph!~" A low cold snort seemed to be remembered directly in his mind, and the people who were rushing to the altar swooped for a moment, and at least more than half of the thousands of people in the Asian region hesitated for a moment and retreated.

That mental fluctuation, Liu Feng naturally noticed it, and he could feel that it was coming from the side of the American Emperor, and the person who cast the spell was a yellow-skinned dwarf, and the people in that area were the second most yellow-skinned people.

However, Liu Feng doesn't care, there are few resources on the earth, and those who are easily bewitched by a spiritual fluctuation are not firm-willed, even if they cultivate, they will achieve nothing, it is better to clean them up directly and leave the resources to other talented people.

Liu Feng casually threw a silver alloy rotten silver spear to the witch servant, the rotten silver spear was three meters long, and the head of the spear was not triangular, but like a sword, with a sharp edge of sixty or seventy centimeters.

Since he practiced Bajiquan, the spear is a necessary martial arts training prop, and Liu Feng has also practiced, but the spear of Bajiquan has not changed much, and it is more suitable for iron guns.

After practicing Xingyi Fist, the marksmanship is more flexible and changeable, the gun shaft is not suitable for hard steel, and it is more suitable for the elastic wood like the ash pole, but the strength of the witch servant and Liu Feng is too great, and the ash pole has to be broken if it shakes and unloads, and it can only use the elasticity of the metal after refining to refine a metal gun shaft.

After receiving the spear, the witch's lethality soared, and the trembling spear head danced countless phantoms, gently sweeping the throats of those masters with green eyes glowing, and the sound of "whoop" air leakage was loud, and more than ten people fell to the ground every second, and the trachea of the throat that was cut could only make a "hehe" sound before death, in addition to the sound of air leakage.