Global source gas evolution

Chapter 220

"boom!"

Lin Feng punched out, and collided with the black-faced boy's fist violently, making a thunderous collision sound, and a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye spread away.

Dengdengdeng.

The black-faced boy stepped back abruptly, leaving a line of clear footprints on the ground, and then managed to stabilize his figure.

Lin Feng's shoulders trembled, but his feet didn't move at all.

"What?" The black-faced boy's expression changed, and he stared at Lin Feng in disbelief.

The skinny boy and the round-faced boy also put away the relaxed expression on their faces, and turned their attention to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng shook his hands and said with a light smile, "What? The Tianluo Tribe is strong, but it doesn't mean you are strong. Why pretend to be garlic?"

Hearing the words, the black-faced boy was taken aback, then smiled and said, "That's right, it seems that you are very confident in your own strength?"

Lin Feng ignored the black-faced boy, turned his head to look at the wooden lion, and said, "You restrain the two, and I will help you after I get rid of this black-faced guy. Of course, it would be best if you can defeat the two."

"No problem." Wooden Lion didn't refuse anything at this time, and directly agreed to Lin Feng's request. After all, the strength he showed before was much stronger than Lin Feng.

Mu Ning sighed softly, and said: "I am powerless to fight again, if you win, I will not participate in the selection of the Xuan-level spiritual species."

After Mu Ning finished speaking, he stepped back and didn't plan to intervene again. It's not that he didn't help his teammates, but that he forced to fight now, which would only drag Lin Feng and the others down.

"Very good, don't worry, I will give you a sigh of relief." The black-faced boy smiled angrily. He felt that the red-haired boy of this medium-sized tribe had never seen the world, and it was just a simple duel that gained the upper hand. , actually really thought he could win.

"Then thank you for your mercy."

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, his figure flickered, and he charged directly at the black-faced boy.

"Hmph, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." The black-faced boy's smile exuded a chill, and his whole body exuded an extremely strong luster of origin power, and he charged towards Lin Feng.

Bang bang bang.

The two sides quickly fought together and fought fiercely, with no intention of giving in at all.

On the other side, both the skinny boy and the round-faced boy sneered, and the latter said: "If you want to fight against two people from our Tianluo tribe, that's good, I'll meet your request."

The skinny boy and the round-faced boy both attacked the wooden lion, and they chose to fight the wooden lion one-on-one without relying on the gods of the four tribes at all, and they didn't feel that a one-on-two would lose the prestige of the four tribes.

On the one hand, this is because the four major tribes have been instilling the idea that everything is for victory, and everything else is dispensable. On the other hand, the people of the four major tribes are too confident. Big Horde to prove something.

There was a frenzy in the wooden lion's expression, and all the belligerent factors in his body seemed to be aroused. Then, he let out a low growl, and his size rapidly grew, and his size grew to more than three times its original size in the breath, looking powerful.

Bang bang bang.

The next moment, the wooden lion fought with the skinny boy and the round-faced boy. The battle circle was extremely fierce, and the power fluctuations that spread out were already very close to ordinary cultivators in the mortal realm.

"I didn't expect the wooden lion to be so powerful." Mu Tuo stared at the screen, seeing that the wooden lion was one against two, and it didn't lose the slightest bit, and even had a slight advantage.

Mu Ping also let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let out all the surprise in his heart, the wooden lion was fighting against people from the four major tribes.

Even though these two people are considered weak among the four major tribes, they can easily deal with people from the medium-sized tribes. The dozen or so practitioners of the nine-level Naqi Ninth Level of the medium-sized tribes lying on the peak are the best proof.

Then, Mu Ping turned his attention to Lin Feng again, with shock still in his eyes: "This Mu Feng is not simple, the black-faced boy has already used three powerful skills in a row, and Mu Feng just dealt with it with bare hands, but he didn't give up at all. Downwind."

Mu Tuo also cast his eyes on Lin Feng on the screen. The latter looked indifferent, and he seemed calm and calm in the face of the fierce attack of the black-faced boy.

"Tian Luo Bian!" The black-faced boy growled, his ears and eyes became a little pinched, and his skin also started to turn yellow.

"Huh?" Lin Feng let out a small sigh, and he sensed that the strength of the black-faced boy had doubled.

"You are indeed powerful. If this move can't subdue you, then the mysterious spirit species here will belong to you."

The black-faced boy was very rational. When Lin Feng fought against him, Lin Feng was always at ease, and the situation was calm. The former knew that this was a sign of strength.

The black-faced boy is not surprised by this, because every small and medium-sized tribe will have some powerful participants in the meeting, and they can defeat the geniuses of the middle and lower levels of the four major tribes.

From the perspective of the black-faced boy, he must have been extremely unlucky to meet the most powerful geniuses in the small and medium-sized tribes.

The teenagers in this medium-sized tribe in front of them are lucky. When they meet a black-faced boy who ranks last among the four major tribes, they will have a chance to win the Mysterious Spirit Seed.

And if the dark horses of a certain sub-clan are unlucky and meet people from the four major tribes who are slightly higher in the ranking, they will be wiped out immediately, and no one in the small and medium-sized tribes will get the mysterious spirit species.

However, even if the dark horses of these small and medium-sized tribes were able to win the Mysterious Spirit Seed and confidently go to the God-level Spirit Peak, they would eventually be easily defeated by the top-ranked geniuses of the four major tribes.

Therefore, the dark horses of these small and medium-sized tribes will basically stop at the mysterious peak.

Of course, there will be a very small number of geniuses from small and medium-sized tribes who will obtain god-level spirit-seeds. However, a dark horse of this level usually only appears once in a few decades.

At this moment, Lin Feng's expression was still indifferent. Although he was surprised by the black-faced boy's skills, he was not worried that he would lose, because even if the black-faced boy's strength doubled again, he would not be his opponent.

"Kill!" The black-faced boy restrained the smile on his face for the first time, his whole body was full of evil spirits, and he attacked and killed Lin Feng.

"Dragon Claw Hand."

Lin Feng growled in his heart, he didn't have any intention of avoiding it, the wooden lion was there to fight two, attracting attention for him, he could play to his heart's content, as long as he didn't kill the black-faced boy before.

Dragon Claw Hand is a top-level skill, and the supplementary skill of Golden Dragon Body Refining Technique, although it is incidental, its own level is also top-level.

The Dragon Claw Hand can fight in melee or far away,

In melee combat, the moves are simple and ruthless, the moves are firm and fierce, and they are indomitable. They have extremely high requirements for physical strength.

Swish.

Lin Feng's speed is extremely fast and his strength is great, and he exerted the power of the spirit seed in his dantian to the extreme of the nine levels of Qi.

"you"

The black-faced boy only felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes. The next moment, Lin Feng's fingers had firmly pinched his throat, and his fist stopped three inches in front of Lin Feng's chest.

The black-faced boy believed that as long as he dared to act rashly, the red-haired boy in front of him could easily crush his throat.

(End of this chapter)