"Zhao Zhen won't beat you, that's his damn."

Zhuo Lin said coldly, "It's just a core disciple of a sect, and there are thousands of such disciples."

One Zhao Zhen died, and the other one was to train him.

"Lin Feng." Zhuo Lin suddenly stared at Lin Feng's face, with a harmonious smile, "In your class, you are just a small ancient warrior in the small heavenly throne. What kind of pills do you take or what kind of magic weapon and sword you use to kill Zhao Zhen. If you hand it over, I can let you go."

Lin Feng thought to himself: "It turns out that this old guy thought I could use some magical weapon to kill Zhao Zhen, the innocent old man."

Lin Feng said, "What if I said there wasn't,"

Zhuo Lin's face darkened, and suddenly, a cold and terrifying murderous aura enveloped Lin Feng invisibly.

Lin Feng instantly noticed that his body was cold and was secretly surprised. Cao, is this the terrifying power of the second grade of martial arts Golden Pill? Just by releasing murderous aura, I feel scared.

The invisible pressure made Lin Feng's face slightly pale.

Zhuo Lin naturally noticed the chain reaction of Lin Feng caused by his release of pressure. He smiled indifferently and said, "I just released my murderous aura. You can no longer bear it. If I take action, do you think you can do three moves?"

With the three moves, he already respects Lin Feng very much.

Lin Feng suddenly laughed, "Three moves? Oh, what if I could do three moves?"

"Then I'll let you live." Zhuo Lin said.

"Okay, this is what you said." Lin Feng also had a plan in his mind. No matter what he said, he had to go three moves first. Zhuo Lin was an elder of the Sword Sect and was a second-grade big shot as a martial arts master. He should not be like talking as a fart.

Lin Feng’s biggest reliance now is the Tingfeng sword, which means he directly killed Zhao Zhen with that sword.

"Listening to the Wind Knife."

Lin Feng shouted.

Whoosh.

The Tingfeng Knife flew from the bedroom to Lin Feng's hand.

"A rusty knife?"

Zhuo Lin stared at the Tingfeng Sword in Lin Feng's hand. He was a second-grade strong man in the martial arts golden elixir and immediately released his spiritual sense to peek at the origin of this sword.

Soon, Zhuo Lin withdrew his spiritual sense because he could not feel the murderous aura on Tingfeng Dao.

Because Lin Feng is an ancient martial artist, if he uses any weapon, there will be a kind of weapon spirit, just like Lin Feng called Tingfeng Sword just now, and the latter felt it and flew out automatically.

But Zhuo Lin couldn't feel the power of Lin Feng's refining in Tingfeng Dao, which was very surprised. Tingfeng Dao clearly did not have Lin Feng's logo characteristics, so why did this knife listen to Lin Feng?

"Where did you get this knife?" Zhuo Lin asked.

"You just used this knife to kill my apprentice Zhao Zhen?"

Zhuolin asked again.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Yes, it's this knife, I picked it up from the cave."

“Where is the cave?”

Zhuo Lin immediately asked, this cave must have other magical weapons.

"Forgot." Lin Feng shrugged and said.

"Lin Feng, I hope you understand that if I don't kill you, it's because you are a little useful to you, otherwise you won't be able to say three words to me."

Lin Feng said oh, "You just said three moves, you can't kill me, so let me go, take it seriously?"

"nature."

Lin Feng took a step forward, said slowly with high fighting spirit, "Please draw your sword."

"You deserve me to draw the sword?"

Zhuo Lin sneered, "It's just a small heavenly martial artist. In Zhuo Lin's eyes, such a person is an ant, crushed to death at will."

Lin Feng was a little angry, Cao, this old guy is pretending.

"snort."

Lin Feng sneered, the other party was pretending, then he would go first and start first.

Lin Feng also knew that Zhuo Lin was the strongest and most terrifying opponent he had faced since his debut, so he held the handle of the Tingfeng Knife with both hands, and immediately came to Zhuo Lin's face with a big stride.

Raise your hand and you will be a knife.

Master Long shouted to Lin Feng in his heart, "Okay, do it, I'll cheer you up, Lin Feng, come on, come on, Lin Feng."

When Lin Feng heard Mr. Long's words, he almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood, "Go to go, get out."

The Tingfeng Knife released an invincible force, sweeping Zhuo Lin in front of him.

Zhuo Lin also stood still in order to try the power of this rusty knife, but he released true energy to cover his body.

Directly form a terrifying protective cover.

There was a loud bang.

Tingfeng Knife slashed the protective cover around Zhuo Lin.

Lin Feng was shocked by the huge force, but fortunately he stabilized his body in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

Lin Feng looked at the wind-slaying knife in his hand again, "I'm a grass."

The wind sword seems to have traces of vague breakage!

“Huh?”

Zhuo Lin was also stunned for a moment, and there were actually a little crack in the defense cover.

It seems that this knife has a very secret.

No wonder Lin Feng, a small heavenly throne, could kill Zhao Zhen.

"Your knife is very good and unique." Zhuo Lin said. The knife is rusted, and it should not be its original appearance.

"Do you like my knife?" Lin Feng asked.

"right."

Zhuo Lin nodded. He used a sword, but if it was an ancient divine sword, he had to snatch it and take it for himself.

"You are not bad," Zhuo Lin nodded, "You are a small heavenly martial artist, and you can have such explosive power and true energy. If you get the tips from a famous master, you will be afraid that the Great Heavenly Status will not be a problem in less than three years."

Lin Feng smiled, "So,"

"Now, it's not my turn to take action."

Zhuolin asked.

Lin Feng took a breath of air conditioning and felt Zhuo Lin's terrifying true energy burst out.

Lin Feng encountered the strength of the second-grade martial arts Golden Pill. If he was given another chance, Lin Feng would run away immediately.

"Are you okay?"

"Young man."

Zhuo Lin said jokingly.

Lin Feng felt the ridicule and mocking of the other party's eyes, and stared at Zhuo Lin coldly.

"Today, let you see how terrifying the real second-grade martial arts Jindan is."

"I am your invincible existence."

After the words came, Zhuo Lin punched Lin Feng.

Zhuo Lin used a sword, but Lin Feng was just a small martial artsman, and Lin Feng was not worthy of his sword.

One punch.

A vortex is generated in the air.

There is also a fist energy that is transmitted from the fist.

Lin Feng felt the pressure from all directions, and he felt his face beneath.

Extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Feng subconsciously shouted angrily: "Come on."

war.

Lin Feng held the hilt of the knife again and rushed over.

"I'm overestimating my abilities."

Zhuo Lin looked at Lin Feng with pitiful eyes. At this moment, his fist had already reached Lin Feng's eyes.

Lin Feng subconsciously used the Wind Sword to break Zhuo Lin's fist.

But, the next second.

Zhuo Lin's fist hit the tip of the Tingfeng Dao.

There was a loud bang.

Millions of terrifying explosive power burst out from his fist, and Lin Feng's body broke his thread and flew out.

After Lin Feng's body fell to the ground, he sprayed two mouthfuls of blood in succession, and felt like he could not use any force. He realized that his internal organs seemed to have moved.

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