Ancient True Dragon Art

Seeing this man's sick look, Qin Feng really thought about this guy's body. Judging from where he was standing, this should be Zhong Lingfeng's disciple.

Thinking of Zhong Lingfeng's elder Long, the expression on Qin Feng's face began to be a little strange when he looked at the middle-aged man.

This Zhong Lingfeng disciple is really weird enough, one is older than the other.

"boom!"

Suddenly, as the disciples of the main peak powerhouse spoke, a vigorous aura began to radiate.

"Roar"

There was a roar.

A huge phantom flickered behind Zhan Batian.

That phantom, like a sage, dressed in a robe, holding a long scroll.

However, despite his indifferent posture, there was an unparalleled sense of fist emanating from the opponent's body.

"Huh...Zhan Batian, you are dying!"

Shui Wuhen gave a long roar.

Among the looks of handsome faces, the texture of the debut flashes, like a dragon pattern, the eyes flashing with brilliance, holding a war halberd, the aura is infinite.

The expression on his face also became extremely crazy.

"This idiot... why provoke this lunatic!"

The disciples of the peaks, who originally planned to support the battle against Batian, suddenly changed their colors after feeling the aura on Shui Wuhen's body.

He cursed secretly in his heart.

Shui Wuhen, even though it seems to be very delicate, but this guy is a complete abnormality.

His fighting style is like a madman. If you fight with him, even if you don't die, you have to lose a layer of skin. Therefore, although this Shui Wuhen rarely shows up, his name is enough to make people remember.

"Everyone, it seems that we are not the time to fight now? This is in a ruined place in the Fengyue Demon Sect. If we continue to stand in such a stalemate, it will not do us any good!"

Some disciples began to persuade and said.

"Yes, two brothers, it's better to stop for the time being. This is the place for magic cultivation. Don't get caught in the tricks of those who practice the magic way!"

"Cough cough cough... not bad..."

This coughing fellow is clearly the sickly looking disciple of Zhong Lingfeng. Qin Feng also heard someone call him the Poison King. It seems that this gloomy name can be seen, this sick fellow, really It's not as simple as it seems.

"Hmph... Qin Feng, this matter will definitely not be forgotten, after waiting to return to the Azure Sea Sect, you will be dead!"

Facing the strength of Shui Wuhen, this battle Batian obviously did not have the certainty of victory, and could only choose to withdraw after a cold snort.

"My old lady has been waiting for so long, Zhan Batian, are you still there? How come you look weaker than the Poison King?"

Yue Huafeng's fierce face and exquisite pretty face had a disappointing look, but what the seductive little mouth said was particularly impactful.

"Cough cough cough..."

The poison king coughed loudly in his mouth, and couldn't help arguing:

"Senior Sister Lieyan... I have been sick for many years, but I have a wife!"

This sentence is clearly explaining, he still has a kind.

However, the complexion of this Zhan Batian had already turned saucer red, and the flames were clearly cursing himself for being a man who had no seeds.

For a time, many female disciples suddenly showed a blushing look on their faces, and they were obviously quite helpless for their sturdy Yuehuafeng master sister.

"Lie Yan!"

Elder Lin Yue of Yuehua Peak's pretty face was tight, and his jade hand began to clenched into a fist.

Obviously, for this Lieyan's words, even if it was Elder Lin Yue, he couldn't bear it.

"Little Junior Brother, I didn't expect you to have such courage. Yes, you have a face for me on the Buddha Peak!"

Shui Wuhen slapped Qin Feng's shoulder happily and said.

Obviously, this Qin Feng has a great appetite for him.

"Brother, aren't you in front? Why did you come back suddenly?"

Luo Yun couldn't help but ask curiously...