Lu Bingyan said nothing nonsense, the folding fan flew in his hand, and countless sharp blades extended from the fan, cutting through the void and rushing towards Chen Feng.
"Dang" the sound of gold and stone interlacing sounded, and the fan was directly knocked out, then spun around and returned to Lu Bingyan's hand again.
"She's quite capable." Lu Bingyan's eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
"No wonder you are so arrogant. Let me teach you a lesson today."
As Lu Bingyan said this, the pressure belonging to the innate perfection realm swept towards Chen Feng.
Chen Feng used the secret method of suppressing cultivation in Liangyi Yin Yang. In Lu Bingyan's eyes, he was just in the realm of innate perfection and not worth mentioning at all.
He thought he could suppress Chen Feng easily, but looking at Chen Feng who was looking relaxed, the proud expression on Lu Bingyan's face suddenly cracked, and he asked in disbelief: "Why are you okay?"
In his opinion, Chen Feng should kneel on the ground and beg for mercy with tears in his eyes.
But what’s going on in this scene in front of me?
Not to mention being frightened, Chen Feng's expression did not even change.
"What should I do?" Chen Feng asked him.
In Chen Feng's view, Lu Bingyan's cultivation level is just an innate achievement.
His cultivation level was mostly built up through the accumulation of resources. It was like a castle in the air with an unstable foundation and was about to collapse.
Being stared at by Chen Feng, Lu Bingyan felt that he was being provoked, as if he looked down on him.
"What qualifications do you have to look down on me?" Lu Bingyan hated being stared at, as if he saw his brother, the true pride of heaven in people's mouths.
"Go to hell!"
Lu Bingyan roared angrily, and the folding fan in his hand flew out again. Under Lu Bingyan's command, he kept attacking Chen Feng.
Like teasing an insect, Chen Feng used his mysterious body to train and protect his body, and with the spiritual energy in his hands, he directly shook the folding fan.
The sharp blade tore through the air, causing bursts of sonic boom sounds, but whenever Chen Feng touched his hands, he was stuck by a strange force, and then was knocked out again.
This is the Liangyi Yinyang Hand in the Liangyi Yinyang Technique. It is similar to Tai Chi in the secular world. Both are based on the principle of using force to move a thousand catties.
Seeing the folding fan flying back, Lu Bingyan reached out his hand to catch it without hesitation, but the moment he touched it, he threw the folding fan away.
The folding fan that flew back was several times more powerful than when he threw it. This was because when it was in Chen Feng's hands, it was filled with his power.
Even a person who has been in the realm of innate perfection for decades would not be 50% sure to take this move, let alone a dabbler like Lu Bingyan.
Even if he quickly took off the folding fan, in just a moment, the strong force would scratch dozens of wounds of varying depths on his body.
"What did you do?" Lu Bingyan said with a gloomy face and gritted teeth.
He never imagined that the attack he was so proud of would one day become a means for others to attack him.
"I'm just returning your things to you." Chen Feng stood on the spot and reached out to catch the folding fan thrown by Lu Bingyan.
"This weapon is quite good, so I accepted it."
With the Rune Stone Spear, Chen Feng naturally wouldn't be able to use it, but even if it was given to Shui Ning and Zheng Yiqing, they could still use it.
"Give it back to me!" Lu Bingyan stretched out his hand to Chen Feng, his eyes bursting with fire. If eyes could kill, Chen Feng would have been cut into pieces long ago.