[Seven Hundred and Fifty-Nine] Zhanyan Genius!
The Saint of Six Fires shook his head, the sense of superiority stemming from the bloodline of the Yan clan was really not so easy to eliminate.
Seeing the three of Yan Jie, the Six Fire Saints thought of who they were at the time.
At the beginning, why was it not like this, he underestimated the heroes of the world, and finally fell here.
Over the years, the Six Fire Saints have come to understand that even if their physique and bloodline are extremely high, they may not be so strong without the help of the Yan clan's heritage and resources.
If the resources of the Forgotten Continent are abundant, even if the bloodline may be one level lower, but in the high-end cultivation base, it may not necessarily lose, and the masters of the Sanctuary Small Perfection and even the Sanctuary Great Perfection will also be born.
Even without the heritage of the Yan clan, the Forgotten Continent still has small perfectionists born in the Sanctuary, but the number is too small.
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The Saint of Six Fires stared at Yan Jie and the three of them: "You are too underestimated by the people outside, look at that kid." Saint of Six Fires pointed at Han Feng.
"This kid is younger than you, but in terms of strength, it's not necessarily weaker than you. The other party doesn't have any high-level blood, and he doesn't have the resources you enjoy. So, do you think you are far superior to the outsiders? "
Suddenly being named by the Six Fire Saint, Han Feng touched his nose, facing three pairs of angry gazes, Han Feng was speechless.
Yan Ming stood up abruptly: "Senior, I don't believe that kid is as powerful as Senior said. Maybe that kid is an old guy with good looks. God knows how old he is."
"Seven or eighty years old is also possible."
Han Feng: "..." You are only seventy or eighty years old, and I am obviously very young.
The Six Fire Saints laughed angrily, staring at Yan Ming with a cold gaze, Yan Ming's voice became lower and lower, and finally lowered his head.
The Saint of Six Fires snorted coldly and said, "The power of the primordial spirit is at the peak level of the sanctuary, so it's possible that even the age of the bones in this seat would be wrong."
"Seventy or eighty? You can really fool yourself."
Yan Ming actually knew that seventy or eighty years old was too exaggerated, but from the bottom of his heart, Yan Ming didn't believe that Han Feng would be so young, and he still didn't believe that Han Feng would be as strong as the Six Fire Saints said.
The Six Fire Saints saw the dissatisfaction in Yan Ming's heart, not only Yan Ming, but also Yan Peng and Yan Jie.
"Okay, since you don't believe it, you can give it a try." After the Six Fire Saint said, he stepped back and made way for the open space.
Han Feng scolded secretly in his heart. Before, he really thought that the Six Fire Saint was educating his younger generation. Now it seems that he is completely cheating him.
Is this revenge on him?
The Six Fire Saint saw Han Feng's slightly ugly face, and his heart burst with joy: "Stinky boy, let you dare to doubt this seat, how can I be worthy of this seat if I don't give you some trouble."
As expected, Yan Ming stood up as the Six Fire Saints thought: "Boy, do you dare to fight with the young master?" Yan Ming raised his chin arrogantly and looked at Han Feng contemptuously.
Behind Han Feng, Emperor Guangwu and King Yan guessed the thoughts of the Six Fire Saints. Also too careful. The two wiped off a cold sweat. Fortunately, the master was Han Feng.
Yuan Yijin did not see the conspiracy of the Six Fire Saints, and was still cheering: "Han Feng, come on, isn't it an ancient family, what's so great, you must teach these bastards a good lesson!!"
Having seen the power of Han Feng, Yuan Yijin is full of confidence in Han Feng.
"Teach me a lesson? Young master wants to see, how do you bastards teach a lesson?" Yan Ming's increasingly gloomy gaze focused on Han Feng.
Han Feng: "..." It was Yuan Yijin who clearly shouted,
Why stare at him so much.
but……
"As you wish!" Han Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said lightly.
It is also a very good experience to be able to play against the younger generation of the Yan clan and see what level the younger generation of the Yan clan will be.
"Hmph, the young master beat you with one move!!"
"Asuras are heavenly sticks!!" Yan Ming roared, a shadow of Asura condensed behind Yan Ming, and the shadow of Asura attached himself to Yan Ming, and Yan Ming seemed to have turned into an Asura!
Still the King of Shura! !
The terrifying aura fluctuations hit the surroundings like a tidal wave.
The surging suffocating energy is like the substance, and it instantly envelopes Han Feng and others, and oppresses them endlessly!
The expressions of Yuan Yijin and King Yan suddenly changed.
Yuan Yijin absorbed a few drops of the blood of the Heavenly Phoenix Saint, and with the help of the Heavenly Phoenix Saint, she had reached the peak level of eleven stars, but even so, in the face of such a terrifying pressure, Yuan Yijin suddenly felt I feel that I am facing a terrifying Shura who is bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.
Among the three, only Emperor Guangwu did not have much influence.
In the center of the suffocating suffocation like a vortex, Han Feng did not show any seriousness, but chuckled lightly: "Your Excellency, although I know that you look down on our 'turtles', I didn't expect you to look down on this to such an extent."
"It's just 20% of the power of the low-grade sanctuary and 20% of the holy yuan, and at most one yuan and half of the top-level strength wants to beat me, and it's too small to look down on me and yourself."
"Sky Fire Battle Body, congeal!!"
"Aurora Cangyan, fusion!!"
"Tianyan Qiankun Sword!!"
More than 30 cyan flaming swords floated out, and the breath of each flaming sword merged together, and the coercion it fluctuated was no weaker than Yan Ming!
Yan Ming's face changed slightly, but the body possessed by Shura's phantom opened his hands, and a hundred-zhang long purple-golden stick condensed out, which was held by Yan Ming.
"Boy, don't be mad!!"
"Go to hell!!"
Yan Ming shouted loudly, and the Shura Juntian stick in his hand has been swung out suddenly, like a meteor is about to smash Han Feng into meat sauce and powder!
"Drink!!" Han Feng commander flaming sword flew out.
Boom! !
The flaming sword and the Shura Juntian stick collided with each other, and the Shura Juntian stick turned into afterimages, and every swing could hit a flaming sword.
The combination of the flaming swords is extremely strong, but if it is only a single handle, it is only average. In the blink of an eye, Shura Juntian smashed more than ten flaming swords under Yan Ming's swing.
But the demise of more than ten flaming swords caused countless cracks in the front end of Shura Juntian stick. These dense cracks even spread to the end that Yan Ming was holding.
After more than twenty flaming swords were smashed to ashes by Shura Juntian Stick, Shura Juntian Stick also reached its limit.
boom boom boom...
Circles of waves of energy and coercion rippled out, and Emperor Guangwu had already retreated far away with Yuan Yijin and the others.
Seeing that Shura Juntian's stick was about to shatter, Yan Ming's face was extremely ugly: "Tube, you've completely annoyed me!!"
Suddenly, a coercion of the soul swept out. It was Yan Ming's Yuanshen power, and more than 10% of Yuanshen's power poured into the Shura Juntian Stick. At this moment, the power of the Shura Juntian Stick suddenly increased. There are even some indescribable flavors.
"Don't think that only your spiritual power has transformed." Han Feng sneered, and the power of Yuanshen, which was infinitely close to 10%, also burst out into the Tianyan Qiankun Sword.
The many flaming swords that had disappeared, re-condensed at this moment.
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Fourth more complete! !
Thanks to 'n' and 'born in a flowery world' for the big reward! (^o^)/
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