I saw Ling Feng take a step forward, a handsome face, full of confidence.
For a while, with a pair of eyes, I looked at Ling Feng together.
Jiuding?
Just his little body, still the power of Jiuding?
Can he lift this Quartet Qiankun Ding?
There is no doubt that there is no one who can believe that Ling Feng can successfully carry the power of Jiuding.
After all, Qiankun Xuan Iron in the Qiankun Ding of the Quartet can suppress the Yuanli in the martial arts.
In other words, if you want to lift the Quartet Qiankun Ding, you can only rely on physical brute force.
In terms of physical strength, Qianyu Protoss undoubtedly occupied a considerable advantage.
However, even the strongest genius of the Qianyu Protoss, just the strong talent, can only challenge the power of the San Ding.
And the natural magical witch can only be able to raise the power of Wu Ding.
In fact, since this Quartet Qiankun Ding was cast, no one has successfully challenged more than Liuding, let alone Jiuding.
"Hum, I'm afraid this boy is to insult himself!"
Wu Yan sneered, ridiculed.
"This boy must not be able to raise the power of Jiuding. I guess he just deliberately did it. He deliberately raised the power of Jiuding. Even if he couldn't lift it, he could boast that he couldn't challenge the power of Jiuding, but in fact
I think he couldn't even lift his initial power! "
The Chi Fan Protoss's Zhu Rong also sneered for a while, thinking that he had seen everything.
And more people are skeptical.
They have already experienced the heavyness of Qiankun Ding, and wanting to lift this Po Ding is no longer a simple matter.
Not to mention, directly challenge the power of Jiuding.
"Hehehe ..."
The general did not laugh at the smiling meat, glanced at Ling Feng, and sneered: "My child is witch, born with divine power, there is no proper courage, but still the ability to carry Wu Ding, just you?"
Even the big wizards of the Sacred Holy Hall obviously had no confidence in Ling Feng.
"Ling Feng! Don't make trouble!"
The Sades Witcher ordered: "Come back!"
Several people of Murong Zijie quickly grabbed Ling Feng's arm and reminded: "Master Ling, you want to burn your eyebrows for our witch sacred hall. We understand this mood, but you still need to do it!"
Jiang Yunfan, Han Lingxiang nodded again and again, trying it to try it out, and when he opened his mouth, he said directly to challenge the power of Jiuding.
That's so crazy!
And if he challenged, not only couldn't he spit his eyebrows for the Holy Hall of the Witch, but he would be beaten up.
"General, our disciples are just a joke, and we can't do it."
The Sades Witcher smiled on his face, trying to make Ling Feng a step to go down.
"joke?"
The big general frowned, and immediately reprimanded: "Can you just make a joke in front of Her Majesty's Heroes?"
"this……"
The Sades Witcher was stiff, and it was just a little bit of a little bit, but who knows that this general, the high -top character, will be so embarrassed.
Could it be that Ling Feng's sin has been over this general?
"snort!"
That witch laughed also laughed in time, "Ling Feng, if you admit that you are just a turtle, maybe everyone will consider letting you shrink back like this, everyone said, right!"
"Hahaha!"
For a while, many younger generations on the field laughed.
Ling Feng's eloquence of eloquence, was insulted by such insults.
"Big wizard, just a little thing, what can be joking?"
Ling Feng smiled slightly, "I know you want our disciples to be low -key, but today it should be let them look."
"Forehead……"
The corner of the Sades Witcher's mouth twitched slightly.
What ghost?
Is this awesome be bigger and bigger?
"Well, still open your eyes, you let me open ..."
Wu Yan's face was joking and ridiculed, but before that, before the words were finished, Ling Feng had easily raised the Quartet Qiankun Ding.
And, just use a finger!
That's right, a finger.
And the four sides of the Qiankun Ding, because it was just raised by the witch, there were four rings hanging on it.
In other words, Ling Feng took only one finger, and then lifted the power of Wu Ding!
One fingers Wu Ding!
The audience, dumbfounded chicken.
"What ... what?"
"My God, that's the power of five ... Five Ding?"
"I'm not dreaming?"
Few people dare to believe their eyes, because even if they are naturally divine, they exhaust their whole body power, so they barely raise the power of Wu Ding.
And Ling Feng just used a finger?
I saw a index finger of Lingfeng, poked below the Sifang Qiankun Ding, and used a finger to raise this mouth of Baoding, raised his head above his head.
Moreover, it seems that it looks relaxed, and there is no pressure at all.
Of course, this is also because Ling Feng can already condense the dragon elephant divine power and the desire to be condensed at a little bit.
In other words, one hand raised with one hand, raised his hands with both hands, or a single point of fingering. For Ling Feng, there was no difference.
The difference is that single finger, more pretending!
The general stunned, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and looked at Ling Feng's lightly described, and swallowed his spit.
Wu Yan rubbed his eyes desperately.
"How is it possible, how is this possible?"
This is the power of Wu Ding!
Even the Phoenix Yu, Zhu Wushuang's two top wicked wicked wicked, were dumbfounded.
Their limits are the power of San Ding, and Ling Feng seems to have not yet reached the limit!
"So what, the general, right?"
Ling Feng raised his hand in front of the general who was already a wooden chicken, and said blandly: "This is only five dingled, the general will continue to hang the ring, I want to challenge, it is Jiuding!"
The general's eyelid jump slightly, and immediately snorted, "Very good, this is what you are looking for!"
Speaking, the general gritted his teeth, and began to hang the rest of the ring on the four sides of the Qiankun Ding.
"Six Ding!"
Everyone's heart was stunned, but Ling Feng always did not change the color.
And, it's still a single point!
"Damn!"
The general scolded in his heart, originally wanted to humiliate Ling Feng fiercely, humiliating the witch's Holy Hall, let his son witch, make a big hit, reject face.
But now it seems that this kid is to make the limelight!
"Seven Ding!"
Everyone continued to meditate in the hearts, and the rings hanging on the Sifang Qiankun Ding have reached six!
"Ba Ding!"
Click!
As the general hung on the seventh ring, the floor of the hall also seemed to be unable to bear this heavy pressure, the ground, cracking!
Moreover, the tendency of cracking is still spreading!
Click! Click! Click!
The ground under Ling Feng's feet, even because of severe cracking, a little depressed!
However, everyone's eyes are firmly locked on Lingfeng's fingers.
Because, until now, Ling Feng still uses a finger to raise the power of Bading!