Zhao He looked at Chen Feng who was dealing with it with ease and his face looked a little ugly.
He thought he would be dealt with soon, but he didn't expect that he had wasted so long.
Zhao He looked at the elder brother who was surfing the formation on the side, and felt even more disgusted with Chen Feng. If it weren't for him, how could he have been warned by his elder brother and looked down upon by his brothers?
"Go to die for me!"
The vines were injected with spiritual energy by Zhao He. Several vines were combined together, exuding a metallic luster, and the faint cold light was breathtaking.
Zhao He held a vine spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was held forward by him on the ground. The harsh sound made people frown.
"I see how you can block it!"
Zhao He pulled a gun flower and stabbed it out with one shot. A dragon phantom flew into the air, swaying towards Chen Feng with a spear.
"roar."
A strong wind blew out, the trees were tilted, and sand and stones were flying.
Looking at the dragon rushing towards him and the more people around him, Chen Feng decided to fight quickly.
If you continue to delay and be seen by more people, it is inevitable that someone will recognize his usual moves.
"Spiritual Snake Step!"
Chen Feng's body swayed, and countless phantoms were transformed into. The dragon rushed towards Chen Feng, but passed directly through.
Zhao He looked at Chen Feng who appeared in front of him and couldn't react.
A bright smile stiffened on his face, his eyes were filled with disbelief and a little fear, which looked funny and funny.
"you……"
Zhao He raised his hand to block it, but Chen Feng grabbed his wrist. He only felt a pain in his wrist, and a violent aura wandered in his meridians.
"What did you do to me!" Zhao He's eyes were ripped apart, and he raised his other hand, mixed with violent spiritual energy and smashed it hard at Chen Feng.
Before his hand touched Chen Feng's body, he froze. A chill rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the sky spirit cover. Zhao He's body trembled involuntarily, his pupils trembled, and his mouth was so open that he could swallow two eggs.
"How could you...How could you...How could you..." Zhao He couldn't have the idea of resisting at all. If Chen Feng hadn't grasped his wrist, he would have kneeled on the ground without control.
Zhao He never expected that Chen Feng's cultivation was approaching the perfection of the innate. As for the innate success he had just investigated, he was just being deceived.
At this moment, Zhao Hehui didn’t know how to be the first, why did he look at him with money?
"Please...please let me go...let me!" Zhao He licked his lips, his throat drying: "As long as you let me go, you can do whatever you want!"
Zhao He didn't dare to challenge Chen Feng now, so he almost knelt down and begged for mercy and called him dad.
He stared at Chen Feng carefully, begging for mercy in his mouth, but he kept thinking in his heart when such a person appeared in the Xuan Realm.
"Let you go?" Chen Feng stared at Zhao He with an expressionless face, unable to see his joy and anger.
"I promise not to tell you about your cultivation." Zhao He spoke quickly: "If your cultivation level is exposed, they will definitely besiege you."
"No matter how powerful you are, it is not easy to run away from hundreds of people."
Seeing that Chen Feng didn't say anything, Zhao He's heart sank to the bottom.
While Zhao He was waiting nervously, Chen Feng spoke: "Are you threatening me?"
When Chen Feng stared at him like this, Zhao He could clearly see the reflection of his own in his eyes, with a fearful and scared face.
"How dare I?" He squeezed out a stiff smile and kept begging Chen Feng.
"Do you think I'll let you tell them the news?" Chen Feng pressed his ears against Zhao He, looking from a distance like a whisper between lovers.
Zhao He suddenly looked up and widened his eyes, struggling vigorously. How could he break free in the face of the absolute gap in cultivation?
"My elder brother..." Zhao He wanted to say something, but there was no chance.
The breath was full of blood. When Zhao He saw Chen Feng let go of himself, he took a step forward, and his soft head fell down directly, and his body fell to the ground.
The spear turned into a vine was held and thrust hard on his chest by Chen Feng.