A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 62: Who is the waste?

Chapter 62 Who is the waste?

Chen Feng, it is incredible to be able to do it with the seven strengths in the future! Make everyone dumbfounded.

Even Chen Feng was stunned.

He had never been in this state before.

He didn't notice that at this moment, the ancient ding in the dantian was gently spinning, and the drop of dragon blood inside was separated out to be extremely slender, a strand that was a hundred times slender than the hair, and poured into Chen Feng's meridians flowed into Chen Fengjian along the true energy.

Chen Feng cried out, the sword walked lightly, and a sword stabbed out.

His palms are heavy and powerful, like a mountain of five dings, it seems that even the mountains can be shattered. But the swordsmanship is light and elegant, and extremely fast. This kind of strong contrast makes Ran Changling uncomfortable to death, almost vomiting a mouthful of old blood.

Actually, Chen Feng himself feels bad for such a transformation, but he doesn't care about that much.

He knew that his opponent must be more uncomfortable than himself.

Complicated and gorgeous white flying flowers appeared in the rain, with ups and downs and colorful falling leaves.

"It's so beautiful!" An elder sighed softly.

A few other elders listened and nodded in agreement.

"In addition to being good-looking, but also for ass?" Ran Changling snorted disdainfully.

He doesn't think Chen Feng's sword is so powerful.

He couldn't feel any threat to this flying flower.

So Ran Changling patted it with a palm.

Ran Yuxue lost her voice and exclaimed: "Don't!"

But it's too late.

The flying flower, which was originally plain and seemingly powerless, suddenly bloomed when it touched Ran Changling's palm.

The huge and incomparable killing intent bloomed instantly, wrapping Ran Changling's right hand including his arm. The petals are extremely sharp, and even space can be temporarily cut, easily breaking through Ran Changling's body guard.

After the white flying flowers bloom, they wither, and the petals of each wither and disappear into the air.

And Ran Changling's arm, there is only one thick bone left! All the flesh and blood were crushed by flying flowers!

So powerful!

Ran Changling hugged his arms and uttered a scream, rolling back and forth on the ground.

Chen Feng kicked him off the ring.

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the ring and screamed up to the sky.

Everyone can hear the anger, grievance, and vent after victory!

The voice spread far away, endless echoes echoed in the mountains.

He pointed to Ran Yuxue, arrogant and aggressive.

"Since you and my master had a relationship at the beginning, I will call you a wife! Give you face, I will spare his life!"

"Aren't you very optimistic about him? Isn't he your nephew? Haven't you been teaching him carefully?"

"But now, he is defeated by me as a trash! Do you dare to say that my master is trash, dare you to say that I am trash?"

His words are domineering, and his eyes are dignified.

Ran Yuxue felt that a glance at him would make her eyes sting.

"The frog at the bottom of the well is short-sighted, but after a little achievement, he doesn’t know what his surname is. It will be mad! It is destined to be a big weapon!"

Ran Yuxue lowered her head, said in a cold voice, she hugged Ran Changling and left in a hurry.

Chen Feng was so happy in his heart, he laughed.

All the disciples in the audience looked at Chen Feng in infinite admiration, with a deep sense of reverence in their eyes.

They cheered fiercely.

Zhao Ruoxi and other elders left with stern face, while Han Cong and other elders went to the ring and surrounded Chen Feng with compliments.

Chen Feng accepted the arrogance of his talents and responded modestly to these kind-hearted elders.

What Chen Feng didn't know was that at this time, on Broken Arrow Peak, there was also an argument about him in the supreme hall of the Waizong.

Broken Arrow Peak is three thousand meters high. At the peak, a conference hall with a radius of one hundred meters stands majestically, majestic, solitary and solemn.

Here is the core of Waizong.

At this time, in the main hall, Supreme Elder Su Zhaodong and Supreme Elder Chen Guyun who was in charge of guarding the martial arts pavilion confronted each other, and the two glared at each other.

"Chen Feng, this little beast, is Yan Qingyu's scourge disciple! Yan Qingyu was restless at the beginning, and the disciple he accepted was also a messenger!"

"He obviously couldn't practice before, but suddenly he was able to practice. Who knows what's wrong?"

"After he became powerful~IndoMTL.com~, he became mad. He has wounded and killed several disciples in a row, and made his attack very fierce! He has repeatedly spoken wildly to the teacher without respect, which has seriously violated the sect. Rules!"

"The ambition, ungrateful, and vicious-hearted men of this kind of wolf, even if they grow up, are a scourge!"

Su Zhaodong said righteously and finished these words in awe-inspiring manner.

Then he turned his hand towards a middle-aged man sitting in the middle: "My lord, please punish this person severely! Abolish his cultivation base, destroy his dantian, imprison him in the prison hall, and be tortured! Let him survive. No, I can't die!"

He thought of his grandson who was still lying on the bed, and he was suddenly full of resentment.

Suddenly a group of elders agreed.

The elder Chen Guyun made a disdainful snort of hair in his nose: "Fart!"

"What did you say?" Su Zhaodong glared.

"I said you fart!"