Suddenly, there was a turmoil on the street, and a group of iron cavalry rushed over, and the trampled road rumbling like a storm of waves, with a terrifying momentum.
There were eighteen people in a cavalry team, each of which was an ancient alien species, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, and the scales were brilliant, like a dragon coming out of the abyss, and like a phoenix singing in the nine heavens.
Seeing such a gorgeous plastic surgery, the people walking in the middle of the street, whether monks or local residents, all avoided each one, for fear of being affected by these ancient alien species!
Lin Qingfan did not move, and watched them approaching coldly, calm as if they were a towering and unattainable mountain. He sat steadily on the back of the little beast, and the dragon flame gun in his hand also slightly adjusted the direction, pointing the tip of the gun to the sky, with a transcendent momentum!
When some people around saw Lin Qingfan's move, they all looked at him in confusion, and suddenly they talked about it.
"What's going on with this boy? Are you looking for death?" a man asked in a soft voice.
"I don't know, there were some fluctuations coming from the city gate just now. It seemed that this young man nailed a golden elixir-stage peng bird with one shot."
"Shooting a golden elixir-stage penis with one blow?" A man was filled with an unexpected tone and couldn't help but look at the boy in black who was staying in the middle of the road.
"Hmph, what about a golden elixir bird? You know, this time the eighteen princes of the feather clan came. Which of the monsters they sat down was not an ancient alien species, and their blood veins surged into the turbulent rivers!" A monk with feathered wings behind him sneered after hearing this.
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned and avoided this person. This person was not a human monk, but a member of the feather tribe. He was in the same clan as the eighteen people on the street. It was precisely why he was so familiar with these eighteen people!
Lin Qingfan also listened to the conversations around him without any leakage. Then, he couldn't help but sneer: "What a big show, all of a sudden, eighteen princes came!"
The eighteenth prince of the Feather Clan arrived, and the monsters and wild birds sat down and all the divine lights were brilliant. They could roar to the sky, or the divine clouds were buzzing, the scales were thriving, the feathered wings were dazzling, and they swallowed clouds and spit out mist, like a dragon ascending to the sky.
The streets were shaking because of this. These strange beasts and wild birds were like a torrent of steel. In fact, they were trampled on this area, as if an earthquake had occurred.
The majestic Pixiu, the nine-headed brocade-scaled god python, the blue dragon that swallows the sky... one by one is a divine and terrifying person, which fills the place and surrounds Lin Qingfan.
The eighteen princes of the Feather Clan sneered one after another, as if they were hunting. Several people out of the list shouted and circled around him.
The whole street was in chaos, and people tried their best to avoid this group of strange beasts and wild birds, for fear of causing harm to the fish!
And further away, there were also many good people gathered here, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, hoping that a storm would be seen.
Lin Qingfan held a spear and pointed at the sky slightly. He was alone at these terrifying ancient beasts and birds. He had no joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, only a cold face and murderous aura from the outside.
"This is a boy who is ignorant of the world. Could it be that he really wants to fight us?" One person walked out of the queue, sat on a huge black divine bird, looked down at Lin Qingfan, and continued, "Even if you have killed a little bird, can you still think you are invincible in the world?"
Lin Qingfan looked up slightly, forgot about this person, turned his gaze with a sneer, and his face was filled with disdain!
"Hmph, you're so stubborn, I'll let you kill your head in ten moves, fifteen moves!" The prince was so angry that he scolded with a long halberd in his hand.
"Brother Thirteen, let me do it, crush him five times!"
Two of the riders were particularly domineering, with their mounts roaring, and the streets were trampling, and Mars were splashing, constantly running around Lin Qingfan, as if targeting the selected prey.
Lin Qingfan's eyes were cold and terrifying. He turned the spear in his hand and stomped on the ground. An invisible energy spread out from the tip of the spear like a corrugated plate.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the ground swayed, and the two running beasts became panicked, and almost knocked the owner on their backs away.
"Wow!"
Seeing Lin Qingfan's actions, there was an uproar around him. Unexpectedly, facing the eighteenth prince of the Feather Clan, the boy in front of him was still so bold. Isn't this adding fuel to the fire?
Could it be that he is really not afraid of death?
The eighteen princes could bear it when they were so provoked by Lin Qingfan. These people were used to being overbearing, and they all regarded other people's lives as living in dirt. Today, they were so challenged!
"What, are you afraid of being afraid? Why don't you just take action? Just get out if you don't dare!" One of them saw that the two brothers were about to take action, so he had to shout at Lin Qingfan first, with cold eyes. As long as Lin Qingfan dared to take action, he and the other brothers would take action together and kill him ruthlessly on the spot.
Lin Qingfan raised his eyebrows and had long expected that these guys wanted to use the rules in the city to force himself to do it first, but would he be so stupid?
"What are the dogs barking? Come here if you want to die. The uncle is waiting for you to take action!" Lin Qingfan sneered, his words were sonorous, his voice was neither high nor low, but it spread throughout the street.
Hearing this, many people's expressions changed drastically. Lin Qingfan was single-handedly, and he was just a mount that didn't look very good. How dare he confront the 18th prince of the Feather Clan?
His strength shocked many people.
The eighteenth prince of the Feather Clan is definitely a powerful man of the heaven-defying level. He has never been defeated at the same level. Even the eldest prince even killed the Dragon-Crafting Cultivator with the Great Perfection of the Golden Pill. This rumor has long been spread in the Feather Clan.
The strength of these guys is absolutely terrifying and terrifying!
The first person of the Eighteenth Prince of the Feather Clan was always holding his hands and closing his eyes slightly, and did not take these things seriously, like an outsider.
His upper body was naked, his bronze body was like cast by iron, and a wolf under him was also full of blood.
When Lin Qingfan glanced at this person, his mind trembled inadvertently, and an extremely dangerous signal came.
However, Lin Qingfan was not afraid at all. He raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "Get out, fight, hurry up and decide, otherwise don't surround me!"
Lin Qingfan spoke again, still fierce and thorny. He didn't take the initiative to take action, leaving no handle, but he didn't want these people to look good.
Everyone was stunned. This young man was absolutely sharp and stronger than the eighteenth prince of the Feather Clan. Do you really want to tear the face and fight?
"boom!"
As Lin Qingfan finished speaking, most of the eighteen princes were breathing out, and their qi and blood were suffocating. It seemed that they were preparing to kill people forcibly regardless of the rules in the city.
The aura around also became solidified, and they couldn't help but retreat. The battle was a big fight, and they were afraid that it would affect the fish!
"Hmph, today, I will give you a chance to defend. Can you kill me?" A prince said with a gloomy face and a cold smile.
"Then come here and try it. I don't mind killing your dog's head!" Lin Qingfan raised his eyebrows and stared at the prince and said toughly. The dragon flame gun in his hand flashed with a faint golden light. He lifted it up and pointed at the man's throat from a distance. The divine light at the tip of the gun was unstable.
"Wow!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole street exploded. Who is this young man in black? Why is he so powerful and so sharp?
"This is going to fight the eighteenth prince of the Feather Clan to the end!"
"This young man is not weak, but when facing the Eighteenth Prince, I guess he will be dead in the end!"
"who is he?"
There was noisy in the crowd, and many people were dumbfounded, their eyes kept sweeping past Lin Qingfan, and they seemed to notice something!
Among the eighteen princes, the two who were provoking trouble were naturally furious. These words were too harsh and a shame for them who had always been domineering.
"Looking for death!" One of them shouted angrily, and then a gourd appeared above his head. As soon as the gourd came out, it grew in the wind, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, fluctuating like a tsunami, and trying to take Lin Qingfan in.
"Old Thirteen!" On a mount in the distance, a strong man glared at him and asked him to put away the divine gourd.
"Who is causing trouble again? Do you want to break the rules of the city?" As the man's voice fell, a group of soldiers from afar came in an orderly manner. They were all wearing heavy black armor and holding iron swords. They were coming like a mountain, with a terrible pressure.
Lin Qingfan turned around and looked at it, and his expression paused. These soldiers were all Jindan stage cultivators, and several of them even achieved the Great Perfection of Jindan.
Any of these people will be the overlords when they go out, but here they are just the most ordinary soldier in the city!
"Old Twelve, Old Twelve, stop making trouble, hurry up and find a place to live." The second prince of the eighteen princes of the Feather Clan spoke.
Not long after entering the city, no one was unwilling to destroy the rules in the ancient city. If the lord of the ancient city angered, even if they were them, they would probably not have a good end.
The second prince of the Feather Clan sat cross-legged on the back of a Canglong and wore a light green Taoist robe. It looked very different from the other princes. At least, the wings on the back were converging into the body, and it looked not much different from the human race.
The second prince, who seemed to be kind, was a very cunning person. He sat upright and looked at the leader with a kind expression.
However, the Canglong sitting down suddenly made a low sound, and its power was so powerful that many monsters nearby were in chaos and almost collapsed on the ground.
"This is actually an old man in the Great Perfect Realm of Golden Elixir!"
Everyone was shocked. Unexpectedly, in addition to the silver old wolf sitting down by the eldest prince, the second prince's mount also reached the Great Perfection.
"roar……"
A roar came, and some monsters on the street were frightened and struggled. The one that was closest to Lin Qingfan seemed to be a tiger-shaped monster that flew away the master, and his body was full of brightness. He stood up and stepped towards Lin Qingfan's body.
It is obvious that everything is caused by the second prince's mount. The true dragon is the lord of all spirits. The Canglong's body contains thin true dragon bloodline. After reaching this level, he can naturally rely on the power of his bloodline to control other low-level beasts.
"puff"
Lin Qingfan's eyes were slightly deeper, his arm shook, and the golden light flashed through, turning into a half arc and flew out, directly splitting the attacking tiger-shaped monster into two halves.
Blood dance sprayed, dyeing the entire street red!