Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal - Chapter 1412

[Chapter 1300: Records of the Blood Emperor]

Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You must know that they still have tens of thousands of people. Ten thousand against one is a sure-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng is, he is only one person after all. Even if he is an ant gnawing an elephant, he can kill him when he is tired. He was exhausted, but at this moment, someone stepped forward to stand on Ling Feng’s side. Could it be that he was too long-lived?

“Brother Dali, you…” Hu Ming was also stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might just come to see the fun, but now a person who came to see the fun ran to the other side instead, which was a bit inappropriate. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lili on the side were also surprised and said: “Brother Dali, this is not a time for joking, come back quickly!”

Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless book, especially when his moves are written down. Going out for takeout, no one wants to die here with such a good mobile secret, so for a moment, everyone present who knew Hong Dali’s magic calmed down and planned to wait and see what happens.

“This little brother has a very strong tone.” Ling Feng glanced at Hong Dali, but he was not angry at all. He was just a little surprised when he looked at the goddess of wisdom. It was obvious that from his perspective, he felt that the goddess of wisdom was the only one he had ever seen in his life. , but Tianjun is Tianjun after all. After being slightly surprised, he smiled and said, “Does it mean that little brother knows our ancestor?”

Wushen Palace was founded by Yun Qingfeng, but it did become famous during the Tang Zhen period. Therefore, Lingfeng’s calling Tang Zhen the Patriarch was correct.

Most of the people present knew that Tang Zhen was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, judging by time, there was no way that Hong Dali could be related to Tang Zhen.

“Hehe, this matter is more complicated. But,” Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng. He whispered: “But I have indeed seen him, hehe.”

“Oh?” Hong Dali’s voice was very low. After hearing this, Ling Feng didn’t ask any more questions. He just said softly, and then said: “That’s right. It’s interesting, so you just stand behind me, so as not to get hurt.” The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.

He settled Hong Dali and took a step forward at the same time, saying: “If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don’t do it, Ling always hates trouble.”

“Amitabha, it’s good, it’s good. Donor Ling is free and easy, that’s all, Lao Na Although he is not talented, it is just like what Benefactor Ling said. It is just rhetoric and makes people upset. Why don’t you let me talk to Benefactor Ling about it first? “What does Ling

Shi think of this person ?

He is a great monk with nine ring scars on his head, gray eyebrows hanging almost to the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face is full of kindness. The demeanor of an eminent monk. And he was one of the few two or three people who had not been affected by Ling Feng’s kick before.

Ling Feng looked at the great monk and nodded slightly. Expressing his approval, he said with a smile: “Master is quite understanding. Master Guan’s eyebrows have reached the corner of his lips, and he has reached a very high level in the Baochan Neon Scroll practice. I wonder who Master Baolai is to you?”

The great monk clasped his hands together. He bowed to Lingfeng and said: “Amitabha, he is my teacher. The poor monk is my teacher’s first disciple, and his dharma name is Yuanmi.”

Lingfeng said “grace” and said: “Master Baolai’s character, Ling has always admired him. “It’s tight.”

Yuan Mie bowed again and said, “Thank you, Master Ling, for your compliments.”

Ling Feng continued, “Since Master Yuan Mie is a disciple of Master Baolai, Ling would be bullying the younger one.” Watching Ling Feng stretch out his legs and draw a circle on the ground, he slowly stood in and said with a smile: “Today Ling will give Master a hand. As long as Master can force Ling out of this circle, Ling will be considered defeated. How about it?”

He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite ground, and there was stone powder all around. Everyone in the field took a breath when they saw it.

Master Yuan Mie recited “Amitabha” again and said, “Monk, thank you, Master Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful.”

After saying this, Master Yuan Mie’s internal energy surged, his eyes and eyebrows flashed with neon-like glow, and he It was the eighth chapter of the Neon Light Volume of Bao Chan that he cultivated. He drew a semicircle with his right palm and struck out with a “whoosh” at Ling Feng who was standing in the circle. The surrounding internal energy surged, and a palm wind almost It was like tearing the air apart, leaving a huge palm print in the air.

The castration with one palm continued. Yuan Mie stepped forward and made another semicircle with his right palm. This second palm force was faster and more urgent than the first one. The two palm forces combined together formed a larger palm print, striking Xiang Lingfeng!

This is a very powerful move in the Baochan Neon Light Scroll. It is called the Neon Light Palm. Each additional palm can double the power. The two palms of Yuan Mie stacked on top of each other are equivalent to two palms. The two Yuan Mie attacks Ling Feng at the same time, the power is so strong that you don’t need to think too much.

Seeing that the huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly spoke softly and said: “Yuan Mie lost.”

As if matching Hong Dali’s words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.

The entire Shitai Square of Wushen Palace fell silent instantly.

In everyone’s eyes, they could only see Tianjun Lingfeng’s movements that seemed to be extremely slow, and every tiny movement of his body.

Including clothes corners. Including every hair. Even Ling Feng’s slightly narrowed electric eyes.

Ling Feng held his left hand behind his back, slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the center of Yuan Mie’s palm print, and pointed lightly.

Internal energy surges.

The huge palm mark was in front of Ling Feng’s finger, making it difficult to move forward.

“Boo.”

A slight sound sounded like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints disappeared into the air just like that.

Yuan Mie Kuang took a step back, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Ling Feng remained motionless.

Almost everyone in the audience couldn’t believe their eyes.

Master Yuan Mie, who ranked at least in the top ten among the nearly 10,000 people present, actually failed to take a single move even when Ling Feng gave him a move, and was defeated and injured.

Hong Dali nodded at the side and said: “Hehe, it is indeed this move.” Hong Dali had seen the scene before when Tang Zhen and the demon king of the demon clan started fighting. The scene was similar to this, but the power was not the same. Speak.

After defeating Yuan Mie with one move, Ling Feng turned his head, looked at Hong Dali, and asked strangely: “Have you really met Patriarch Tang Zhen?”

“Well, let’s put it that way,” Hong Dali nodded with a smile and said, ” Brother Tang has a pretty good relationship with me, and he even taught me a set of exercises called “The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor”, but I haven’t practiced it yet, hehe…”

When Hong Dali said this, the whole place was in an uproar! (To be continued~^~)