On a tall tower not far away, a middle-aged man in red stood. His expression was calm, his eyes sharp, and he was not angry.
Beside him stood an old man with white hair and white eyebrows. His eyes were shining with a bright light, and he had an indescribable sage-like aura.
The red-robed middle-aged man was the Prince of Xiangyang, Zhao Jue, who was watching the battle on the tower. The white-haired old man beside him was naturally the Penglai Pavilion Master, the Penglai Earth Level Deity.
"This king is worrying too much. Even if your eldest disciple, Li Bai, hasn't come out of seclusion and can't fight. The current second disciple, Du Fu, was also not the same as before. He was probably not a match for that kid, Lin Feng!”
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In front of the Penglai Pavilion, everyone's expression was dejected. In a trance, they heard the sound of a long saber being unsheathed.
The mysterious zither music stopped abruptly, and a large head rolled out from the first floor of the pavilion.
All the martial artists in Xiangyang City were dumbfounded. The owner of the head was not Lin Feng, who had come to challenge them. Instead, it was the first level guardian, Wang Wei, whom the martial artists had met several times.
This was only one-third of the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
The undefeated Seventh Sky King's Realm expert Wang Wei was beheaded by the handsome youth just like that!
The head fell right at the feet of an old storyteller in tattered clothes and shoes. Behind the old storyteller was a group of martial artists.
One of them, a rough man with bare breasts, shouted in a hoarse voice," What the hell is this? This was the guardian of the first level of Penglai Pavilion? It hasn't even been a third of the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?”
The rough man named Wang Zhi's voice was like a thunderous roar, deafening to the ears. These words of blatant sarcasm could be heard by almost half of Xiangyang City.
However, he did not notice that on the tower not far away, two strong killing intent swept past him, but it disappeared in a flash.
The rough man, Wang Zhi, did not notice this at all. He did not have the slightest awareness that he had just walked through the gates of hell.
"Lin Feng, that Wang Wei really only managed to hold him back for a third of the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!”A hint of displeasure flashed across the red-robed man's dignified face.
The loud slap from the rough man, Wang Zhi, had offended quite a number of local martial artists in Xiangyang.?
The group of martial artists in Xiangyang City was confused when they heard that.?What two? What first-class assassin in black? What poison in the Azure Mountain?
These words struck the heart of the Prince of Xiangyang, Zhao Jue, who was standing in a pavilion not far away. His expression turned cold.
The two guardians, Chimei and Wangliang, whose souls had already returned to the underworld, would probably come back to life from anger when they heard this.
We are f * cking f * cking Lin Feng, alright? You guys were just collateral damage, okay?
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At the end of the stairs on the second floor of Penglai Pavilion, Lin Feng stopped.
"I challenge the guardian of the second floor, Du Mu!”Lin Feng secretly channeled his internal energy and shouted. He held his long saber and brazenly challenged the enemy in front of the second floor of Penglai Pavilion.
With a bang, the door opened.
The handsome young man walked into the second floor.
Suddenly, Lin Feng frowned and narrowed his eyes. He sensed a trace of danger.
The second floor of the pavilion was suddenly filled with golden light. A few golden Yuan Qi characters in the air suddenly smashed towards Lin Feng.
Then, he used his lightness skill and flew into the second floor of the pavilion at lightning speed.
In the main hall of the second floor of the Penglai Pavilion, a purple-robed man quietly watched the handsome youth who had swept into the hall.
The purple-robed man was Du Mu, the second floor's guardian. He was a King's Realm seventh level middle stage expert and was a famous figure in the martial world.
On Du Mu's right hand, there was a huge yellow pen that was glowing with a faint golden light. The true energy on the body of the pen surged, and the tip of the pen flashed with a cold light. It was likely that the few golden words that Lin Feng encountered when he entered the door were emitted from this huge pen.
Lin Feng looked at Du Mu indifferently, his eyes full of killing intent.
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