"Sixth-grade swordsman?" Ling Yun looked slightly stunned, but he was dissatisfied. "Even if you are a sixth-grade swordsman, your strength is only at the early stage of the Dragon Top. Why is there such a big gap between us?"

"Because... your heart is confused, and your movements of waving the gun are full of flaws. Lingyun, although your main direction is not your gun, if you can't even swing as the weapon you trust most, then the meaning of the existence of this gun will be gone."

Luo Feng seemed to be saying this, but at this moment, an extremely violent chemical reaction occurred in Ling Yun's heart.

Ling Yun knelt on the ground with a pounce, and the teachings of the old man who taught him the marksmanship were in his mind.

The two... are exactly the same.

Why?

He is the same age as Luo Feng, but can Luo Feng see such professional problems?

Is this the difference between the two?

"Why do you only go out to practice for more than a year, but I feel that you have grown so much?" Ling Yun asked this last question.

He wanted to know everything about Luo Feng urgently.

"How to say, the length of time does not represent the strength of a warrior. If you want to become strong, you can only abandon life and death."

"Abandon life and death?"

"Yes, abandon life and death," Luo Feng patted Ling Yun's shoulder, "I have experienced unimaginable exercises over the past year, so it is natural to achieve a small success now."

"Then... how strong is your peak strength? Can I see it? At least... I want to see it," Ling Yun stood up excitedly and held the spear in his hand, his eyes no longer confused.

Not only him, many warriors and even newcomers at the scene, who were of the same period as Luo Feng, had this idea.

Undoubtedly, in the minds of many people, whether it is the little master or the strongest genius of the Zhuge family in a century, it is far less than the shock that Luo Feng brings to everyone.

After all, they all have their own halo, and their reputation has already become popular in China before they have come out of the mountains.

"Luo Feng, let's take a look, we also want to know the gap between us."

Everyone's eyes were full of light and they were extremely awe.

Seeing this, Luo Feng did not refuse, but looked at everyone, "Okay, okay."

After saying that, Luo Feng asked everyone to come in.

For a moment, the entire martial arts hall was filled with it.

There is only one way to prove Luo Feng's strength.

Luo Feng easily drew a line on the floor with a wooden sword.

"You can go together or you can do anything. Just wait a moment and I shout to start. It is enough for you to walk through this line to prove that you are strong."

Everyone was stunned, it seemed that it was not difficult.

After all, most of the people here are powerful warriors, and we can’t get through this line when we work together?

"Then... are you ready?"

Luo Feng had both knees crossed his knees, and he was actually sitting and waiting to watch the show.

This action not only ignited everyone's competitive spirit, but also made everyone feel an unprecedented sense of tension.

"How did Luo Feng want to deal with so many people?"

"start!!!"

As soon as Luo Feng finished speaking, the roar of warriors came from the entire martial arts hall.

Everyone turned into lightning and shot towards the line.

At this moment, everyone had only one idea in their minds.

"I'm a strong man after passing the line!"

But...

Just as everyone took a step, Luo Feng also opened his eyes, and no longer saw any previous carelessness on his face, in return for a strange and terrifying face.

The murderous aura exploded instantly with Luo Feng as the source, and the wind pressure quickly distorted and spread.

"Shura Field, open!"

"boom!"

The terrifying sense of oppression instantly swallowed everyone.

Some warriors with no practical experience actually froze on the spot. Before they could react, they glared at the ground and their whole body twitched violently.

"This!" Ling Yun and others just felt the ultimate strange and unfamiliar oppression, and were stunned when they saw the reaction of the younger generation behind them.

How could they know what the Shura Field is? This is the first time they have encountered this situation.

"Don't worry, go!" Ling Yun waved his spear and rushed towards Luo Feng almost.

As long as... he is a strong man after passing the line, this naive and stubborn idea is deeply rooted in everyone's heart at this time, and it is also the fire of the future of the Chinese warrior world.

"It's not bad," Luo Feng smiled faintly, looked at the person standing, and kept nodding.

Unfortunately, Luo Feng’s road construction yard just now was barely C-level intensity.

Luo Feng had no intention of letting water. This time he wanted everyone to know what the world was like.

"Shura Field, level b, open!"

"boom!"

The even more terrifying murderous aura unfolded. This time, not only those junior warriors, but also those of Luo Feng's same period felt a violent shock.

The dark people knelt on the ground. Ling Yun and others were able to stand at first, but finally fell down, having a strong physiological reaction and began to vomit violently.

"What is this?" Ling Yun asked Luo Feng loudly in a wail.

The entire martial arts hall was spinning rapidly in his mind, and the biological instinct told him to leave here that the other party was not the opponent you could challenge.

The fear of death was too strong, and Ling Yun couldn't stop trembling.

"Why do you want to give up? If you give up, you can give up. I'll stop now!"

"Wait," Ling Yun directly threw away the heavy spear, his eyes were bloodthirsty, "I can't admit defeat. I can do what you can do, so can I!"

Under Luo Feng's gaze, Ling Yun crawled towards Luo Feng with difficulty.

"This guy is quite bloody," Luo Feng couldn't help but admire him.

If it were me before, I would have fainted long ago.

The B-level Shura field is really not low, not to mention that ordinary people are enduring it.

"Luo Feng, where are you making a fuss?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

Everyone looked back and was stunned.

A thin man in a white robe stood at the door.

Everyone recognizes him, "Anan."

Luo Feng also recognized Anan.

"Anan?" Luo Feng smiled when he saw the old acquaintance on the Road to Purgatory.

Although Zhu Zhengyi had told Luo Feng that Anan was still alive and had returned to China, it was still difficult to hide the secret joy in his heart when he saw his old acquaintance here.

Luo Feng quickly took back the Shura Field and stood up to Anan.

Anan looked cold and looked cold, "The meeting will be held soon. Mr. Yang asked me to inform you to go to the large conference room of C2."

"So fast?" Luo Feng glanced at the messy scene behind him and clasped his fists at everyone, "I'll go and do my best to discuss it later."

After saying that, Luo Feng left under the confused look Ling Yun looked at him.

"What are you doing?" Ling Yun stood up angrily, regardless of Anan's identity, grabbed the collar of the white robe, "I'm obviously going to succeed."

"Success?" Anan glanced at the line drawn by Luo Feng and understood what was going on. He raised his eyebrows and said that he looked down on everyone. "You don't really think you can pass that line. You should thank me for coming in time."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the murderous aura that Luo Feng just released was not even half of the power. If he really released all the murderous aura, you are already dead and can't die anymore."

"Impossible," Ling Yun said excitedly, "This is absolutely impossible."

Anan glanced at the direction where Luo Feng left and said lightly, "Although you have the same realm, I have to tell you the truth. That guy's strength is above me now, and even I am not his opponent, just you?"

"Better than...better than you?"
Chapter completed!