Chapter 275

On Lianyun peak, the thirty-six Tiangang array was still running. The thick fog that originally shrouded the whole mountain and blocked people's sight gradually faded, revealing tired bodies and bright smiling faces.

At the same time, led by Qin Shihu, all the staff of Qingtian sword sect suddenly shouted in the direction of Song Fei: "see sect leader."

Song Fei, who was pacing slowly in the void, also showed a comfortable smile. Seeing these friendly and familiar faces, there was always an inexplicable feeling in his heart. It was home.

Peace of mind is home. As long as he sees them, Song Fei seems to be able to take off his fatigue, put down his burden, and smell the air with a fresh illusion.

"Unexpectedly, you are not old enough to be the leader of this group of mole ants. You are a relatively powerful mole ant." the speaker is Hu Feng, the male friars in the two golden elixir realm when he first attacked Qingtian sword sect.

Song Fei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the tall monk with a long face. He suddenly smiled and nodded, "yes, I have another identity. I'm the king of a group of ants. However, you don't have a chance to see it because I'm not qualified."

To deal with such a friar in the early stage of the golden elixir, Song Fei really doesn't need to use a big killer like magic blood ant.

"Ha ha, you are smooth. Looking at the expression of these mole ants below, it seems that you have seen the Savior. Today, I want to see how you can act as their Savior and die for me." when Hu Feng spoke, suddenly five fingers burst out, and the golden mana suddenly poured out of his hands, forming a huge palm around Song Fei.

Then Hu Feng smiled coldly and squeezed his hands in the direction of Song Fei. The huge golden palms around Song Fei immediately tightened towards Song Fei's burning body as Hu Feng did.

"Boy, I want you mortals to know the difference between golden elixir and foundation building." Hu Feng sneered, turned his head and glanced contemptuously at the crowd below.

The Golden Palm tightly wrapped Song Fei's burning body to form a fist. Hu Feng pulled it with his hand, and the golden fist immediately flew towards him. On the way of flying, clusters of orange flames kept overflowing from the golden fist.

"Still want to resist? To die." Hu Feng's eyebrows picked, his right hand continued to hold tightly, wrapped Song Fei's fist, and was immediately condensed and tightened up.

Hu Feng turned to Qin Shihu and other members of qingtianjian sect and said proudly, "this is your sect leader, the Savior you expect? In my eyes, it's just a waste that can be crushed at any time."

Originally, Hu Feng thought that when his words fell, the people of Qingtian sword sect like mole ants below would have negative emotions such as sadness, anger and disappointment. However, he didn't expect that these mortals who "don't know the greatness of heaven and earth" below would look at themselves with an expression of schadenfreude, and there was contempt in their eyes.

Yes, contempt. These mortals dare to look down on themselves. In that case, I will use your guild leader's cry to remind you of the current situation.

Thinking of this, Hu Feng kept outputting his mana, trying to crush Song Fei's bones with his own mana, let him make a fierce cry, and then see what kind of expression the people below will have.

The golden fist seal was squeezed more tightly, but as it got closer and closer, the orange flame was burning more and more fiercely, and flames continued to spray out and fall on the golden fist.

"Dying struggle." Hu Feng sneered, but then Hu Feng frowned. He suddenly felt something wrong. His golden fist, which was filled with a lot of mana, turned transparent.

In the golden fist, a lazy and leisurely voice sounded slowly: "is this the power of the golden pill friar? It's really too weak."

"What?" Hu Feng's eyes stared at the golden fist in the air, and an incredible look gradually appeared on his face.

The center of his fist, which was still jumping out in clusters, suddenly lit a raging fire. Hu Feng suddenly found that his golden mana fist began to be gradually dissolved in the orange flame.

The solid fist was dissolved into golden liquid like metal, and then the golden liquid disappeared quickly and transformed into the purest aura, and the huge fist was melting rapidly under the burning of orange fire, like ice in the fire.

Before long, Song Fei, who was in the center of his fist, appeared in the eyes of the public again. He just put on a sneer of contempt and disdain.

Looking at Song Fei's scornful sneer, Hu Feng just showed this expression to the people of Qingtian sword sect below. Unexpectedly, he was despised by the leaders of these people below in the twinkling of an eye. It was as painful for Hu Feng who thought he was high as Song Fei's face. After a while, Hu Feng's face turned red, his heart was burning with anger and said with a ferocious smile: "Good, good. I didn't expect you to be free from my imprisonment."

For Hu Feng's words, Song Fei sneered even more. Then his right hand was raised to the sky at an angle of 45 degrees. The scorching fire power soon gushed out, and then slapped it down in the direction of Hu Feng.

The orange flame quickly condensed into a huge palm shadow on the side of Hu Feng's head, and then the huge palm fanned hard towards Hu Feng's body.

"Overestimate one's strength." Hu Feng looked at Song Fei's direction and sneered. He immediately held up his left hand, and the golden mana gushed out of his palm. His face was full of contemptuous sneers, as if he used his smile to tell Song Fei's stupidity.

At this moment, the friars in the air have stopped attacking the Qingtian sword sect below. These friars smile and look at Song Fei like watching monkey play. Most of their expressions are mockery.

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks is even more rare to smile. When he saw that Song Fei, as a foundation building friar, had learned from Hu Feng and directly crushed each other in the golden elixir period with mana. This behavior is like an ignorant baby, full of childishness and stupidity.

Looking at this stupid move, the man with sharp lips and monkey cheeks almost laughed directly, and he found that elder martial brother Fu, who had always looked indifferent, was also like watching a good play, just like watching a monkey playing.

They all looked forward to what kind of wonderful expression Song Fei would have if he saw his palm condensed by his mana and was directly patted by Hu Feng.

The orange palm fell and soon approached the palm held up by Hu Feng. At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Hu Feng's hand seemed to have no strength. The orange palm beat violently on the palm held up by Hu Feng. Hu Feng in the air was suddenly like a fly and was severely patted by this huge orange palm.

"Bang!" there was a loud noise below. Hu Feng was photographed into a soil on the hillside of Lianyun peak like a sandbag, causing broken grass and soil to fly disorderly.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the expression of the monks in the air was petrified at this moment. They looked at Hu Feng deeply trapped in the soil with dull eyes, and Song Fei, who still wore a disdainful smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he had fallen into a dream.

Only Song Fei looked at a few people contemptuously and said with a cold smile, "this fool, did you send him to make fun?"

Stupid B? Funny? They have never heard of these new words, but this straightforward language does not prevent them from quickly understanding their meaning,

The monks who had been watching a good play suddenly turned blue. Although Song Fei slapped Hu Feng, as a companion of Hu Feng, Song Fei's modern abuse immediately felt the burning pain on his face, just like the slap on their face just now.

Especially the man with sharp nosed monkey cheeks, whose face was more ugly than crying, became very ferocious and terrible, like a mouse spirit, sneered: "you are a little strange, but you think you can fight our blood killing door?"

Song Fei's body stood in the void, facing these people's eyes as if to spit fire, pinned his hands behind him, and said with a faint smile: "let's go together. Don't waste my time. Anyway, I can't live tomorrow. I'll die early. Maybe I can catch the last bus to huangquan before dark."

"Boy is arrogant." a friar building a foundation in the air fiercely faced Song Fei.

Song Fei immediately cast his eyes on the man, and then grasped the emptiness. The same move, like Hu Feng, condensed into an orange huge palm around the man. Then Song Fei seemed to pinch easily, wrapped the man's body tightly and disdained to say, "noisy."

"Boy, look for death." the man with sharp lips and monkey cheeks was not calm. Song Fei could slap Fei's beard just now. He knew that this man was strange. He could not look at him with the eyes of ordinary foundation builders. I'm afraid the foundation builders on his side were not his opponent.

Thinking of this, the man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately condensed into mana. The two metal balls glowed with gray halo and shot at Song Fei like two meteors, but shouted in his mouth: "younger martial brother Yang, hold on, I'll save you. What are you doing? Give it all to me."

With the two metal balls flying out, the man with sharp noses immediately rushed towards Song Fei.

Song Fei looked coldly at the two flying metal balls, and immediately shook his fist to death. Then, a huge scream came from the middle of the orange fist from afar: "ah ~"

The friars in the air were surprised to hear the prestige. Suddenly, a bright red gushed out from under the orange fists and poured down the lianyunfeng mountain like a waterfall.

So much blood, I'm afraid I have to empty all the blood in a person's body to gather. In this way, younger martial brother Yang..

When the warm wind blows, it is the wind of summer. It is warm. At the moment, it blows on everyone, but it is like pouring ice water. Suddenly, it feels cold