Leng Fei said: "Miss, do you think we must not win, right?"

"That's for sure." Zhu Miaoying snorted: "We already know your roots and feet now."

Leng Fei raised his eyebrows.

Zhu Miaoying said: "It turns out to be the inheritance of Lingshan, and it's really a family."

Leng Fei nodded and said, "It is said that the founder of the Palace Jian of Tiandao Palace is indeed a disciple of Lingshan, which is a coincidence."

"Then you have to fight!" Zhu Miaoying snorted: "What is your palace master's idea? I want to be better than blue than blue?"

Leng Fei smiled and didn't say much.

He would not tell the grudge between the Palace Master and Lingshan, and would give Lingshan some hope and not use all his strength.

Otherwise, once Lingshan exerts its strength, there will be no matter in the Heavenly Dao Palace and will be defeated directly.

Then I said that the Gate of Void is the biggest difficulty. Can the Heavenly Dao Palace be broken?

Even if it can be broken, there may be treasures, and not all disciples can have such treasures.

Zhu Miaoying said: "Leng Fei, are you here to inquire about our truth?"

"That's right." Leng Fei nodded and said, "It is said that you Lingshan masters are so powerful that you have the highest cultivation level. You want to experience it."

Their original idea was to come up with some experts and compete with each other to define the area and scrape the world.

But unexpectedly, the palace master had an idea and all his plans were gone. This was the power of power.

One thought rises and one thought declines.

"Okay, if you want to find a fight, then I'll help you!" Zhu Miaoying snorted and said, "I've told you that they won't show mercy!"

"Okay." Leng Fei nodded slowly.

Zhu Miaoying glanced around and said loudly: "Who wants to show off to Leng Fei?"

"I'll do it!" A rough young man couldn't wait to flash over, clenched his fists, and his joints clattered.

Zhu Miaoying frowned and said, "Senior Brother Meng, you won't do it."

"Why not?" said the rough young man dissatisfied: "Why can't I teach him a lesson?"

"You will be taught a lesson by him." Zhu Miaoying said.

The rough young man hummed unconvincedly: "Being taught a lesson by him? Junior Sister Zhu, you underestimate me too much, right?"

Zhu Miaoying said angrily: "Senior Brother Meng, stop talking, hurry up!"

"No, I want to fight!" the rough young man snorted.

Zhu Miaoying shook her head and snorted: "Okay, then you fight. Don't blame me if you lose!"

"I will never complain." The rough young man said proudly: "I insist on letting Junior Sister Zhu take a look!"

"Okay." Zhu Miaoying took a step back.

Leng Fei smiled: "Miss Zhu is right, you are indeed no match for me."

"Hey, you haven't even beaten, just blow your breath!" The rough young man became more and more dissatisfied and said coldly: "You're so fucked you all over the ground!"

Zhu Miaoying shook her head.

Leng Fei suddenly shot out a small star palm, and his left hand hit the Qiankun Tiankong Palm. It seemed that there was no difference, but it was actually a completely different palm power.

"Bang bang!" The rough young man took the lead without hesitation, his palms were like palm fans, and Leng Fei's fists looked like babies.

The rough young man flew backwards.

"Puff!" He exhaled a breath of turbid air in the air, turned violently, drew an arc and flew back faster.

He felt like he turned Leng Fei's power into his own power, using the power to make his power stronger.

"Bang bang!" Leng Fei slapped two more palms.

"Bang!" The rough young man flew backwards again, and spat out another breath of turbid air in the air, drew an arc, and rushed towards Leng Fei at a faster speed.

Leng Fei shook his head and met two palms again.

"Bang bang!" The rough young man flew backwards again, spitting out a breath of turbid air, and was about to reflect back, but he "bang" a blood arrow was sprayed out.

After all, his body could not withstand the backlash of power, and was broken by Leng Fei's power, and his internal organs were damaged.

Leng Fei shook his head and closed his palm.

The rough young man widened his eyes in discontent and fell softly to the ground, and everyone shook their heads.

I can't see how exquisite Leng Fei's moves are, just ordinary palm techniques, so clumsiness beats cleverness. Junior Brother Meng's flying technique is useless.

Everyone analyzed that Leng Fei's internal strength must be mysterious, otherwise Junior Brother Meng would not suffer this loss.

Zhu Miaoying said: "Senior Brother Meng, it doesn't matter, right?"

"I can't die." The rough young man hoarsely, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hatefully: "It's really amazing!"

He didn't feel slapped in the face at all. He continued to practice and rushed forward to get it back.

He hugged his fists: "Leng Fei, I will understand it later!"

Leng Fei smiled and hugged his fists: "Okay!"

His eyes swept at the rest of the people.

There are dozens of young men and women in the martial arts training ground, some eagerly and some avoid with different eyes.

Leng Fei said with a smile: "Everyone, are there anyone who wants to give me advice?"

"I'll do it!" A handsome young man floated out, stood in front of Leng Fei, and said calmly: "I'm in Song Qifeng."

"Young Master Qi, I'm glad to meet you." Leng Fei was polite and smiled: "Please stop!"

Song Qifeng slowly drew out his long sword and said in a deep voice: "I am using swordsmanship."

Leng Fei raised his eyebrows and slid a small sword out of his sleeve, crystal clear and gentle, and said with a smile: "You can use sword techniques too."

"That's good!" Song Qifeng drew his sword and slashed it lightly.

"Swish!" It seemed like a crack appeared in the air, and a narrow hole was made in the void.

Leng Fei felt the danger, and moved his body and moved more than ten meters away. A black dot appeared at the original location.

This black spot made Leng Fei extremely alert.

"Ding..." Song Qifeng waved his sword and slashed the white light.

Leng Fei's small sword formed a white light, almost stabbing Song Qifeng, but was slashed by him.

The small sword swung in the air and showed its body, then turned into white light and shot towards Song Qifeng again, as if a hungry tiger was rushing to eat.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." Song Qifeng's long sword swung into a ball of white light, constantly colliding with the coming white light, and the sound of clear sounds continued.

The little sword activated by Leng Fei seemed to be exhausted and kept attacking until Song Qifeng was exhausted.

If you want to cut each sword, Song Qifeng has to consume too much spirit and strength. Under high tension, it consumes a lot.

In this moment, my skills were better than a day and a night, and my face was pale with fatigue.

Leng Fei shook his head with ease and said, "Young Master Song, you are no match for me!"

"Saying shameless!" The rough young man snorted coldly.

He felt that he was defeated, Senior Brother Song would definitely be able to beat Leng Fei. Senior Brother Song’s swordsmanship is unique and rare in the world.

Leng Fei shook his head and sighed: "Since that's the case, that's all!"

A white light flew out from his sleeve again.

Two white lights were stumbled in the air, one on the left and the other on the right, making Song Qifeng unable to take care of both.

"Swish!" A white light streaked across Song Qifeng's shoulder, bringing out a bunch of blood, and then striking it in the air.

After the blood bead was removed, the white light came back to Leng Fei's sleeve, as if it was spiritual.

Leng Fei looked at Song Qifeng with a smile: "Young Master Song, do you want to fight again?"

"...I'm not an opponent." Song Qifeng shook his head slowly, took a step back and returned the sword to the sheath: "I admire you!"

Leng Fei smiled with his fists and his eyes swept across everyone.

No one looked at him.

Song Qifeng is not an opponent, neither of them is Song Qifeng's opponent. They will lose on the court and embarrass Lingshan.

ps: Updated.
Chapter completed!