The young man was angry. He originally believed that he had some ability and ability to come to challenge Lin Feng. As for winning or losing, it didn't matter, it was just to gain a reputation.

However, before he could fight Lin Feng, he was so embarrassed by a little black dog. How could he feel?

At this moment, it is related to dignity. If he cannot get his face back, then what face he has to return to his family? Then what face he has to meet his tribe members?

Originally, he came just to gain fame, but now he has lost face and ruined his reputation because of a black dog. I have to say that this is a bit ironic.

When Xiaolong saw Zhang Zhe looking at him with murderous aura on his face, he did not show too much emotion. It was like Lin Feng, but just watched quietly, with a leisurely expression.

It was waiting for Zhang Zhe to continue to take action to see what methods he had.

"Palm of Destruction!" Zhang Zhe made a ruthless move, in order to save face and to wash away humiliation, he no longer reserved and became serious.

Suddenly, he swung his right palm out, and with a violent aura of destruction, heading straight towards the little dragon. At the same time, black lights lingered around his palms and fingers. From a distance, it seemed as if there were blazing black flames on his palms and fingers burning.

With a palm, the wind swept through, and some fallen leaves on the ground were blown away by the strong wind, and they were fluttering in the air. Before these blown fallen leaves could fall back to the ground, within a radius of one or two meters, a terrible force hidden in the air crushed them into powder.

Zhang Zhe's palm is not weak, and it is indeed a bit powerful compared to other young geniuses.

However, for Xiaolong, his palm was completely invisible.

Seeing Zhang Zhe waved his palm, the little guy's eyes suddenly became brighter, and runes flashed in his black eyes.

Then, a flame suddenly spit out from the little guy's mouth. The blazing flames were burning and terrifying, as if they could burn the Nine Heavens, the void twisted, and the air burst out.

Just a little black dog that was so dark that it could spit out such a terrifying flame. The young powerful people around were stunned and speechless.

Zhang Zhe saw that the flames that the dragon vomited were terrible, so he decisively closed his palms and avoided them as soon as possible.

It’s just a pity that even though he used the strongest body technique he knew, he still could not avoid the flames of Xiaolong. The little guy’s flames were too fast and too fierce. The fiery red flames rushed directly to Zhang Zhe’s clothes and spread at a speed.

The blazing fire burned and spread at an extremely rapid speed. Zhang Zhe suddenly became panicked. In addition to taking off the outermost coat for a while, he tried his best to extinguish the fire on his body in the fastest and shortest time.

It’s just a pity that Xiaolong’s dragon flame is quite special. No matter how many methods he uses, it will be effective. Moreover, the fire is getting stronger and stronger. In a short period of time, his hair has been burned halfway.

As the saying goes, water can overcome fire.

Finally, he was forced to jump into the lake that was not far away with a thud. As he thrust down, the originally sparkling lake surface suddenly became waves and splashed everywhere.

The waves of water continued to spread outwards. Duckweed drifted with the waves and swayed in the waves.

He took action again, and was in a mess again.

There is no doubt that Zhang Zhe was embarrassed again. When he climbed up from the lake, his face was hot and hot. Although because of the water, he was covered in water and his clothes were soaked.

"I don't believe that just a little black dog, how could it be so strong!" He twisted his face and said with some reluctance.

However, the facts are right in front of him. No matter how much he doesn't believe it or how much he doesn't admit it from the bottom of his heart, he will eventually have to admit it.

The little black dog with messy hair in front of him is indeed very powerful, and he is indeed no match for him. Looking at the little thing's expression and attitude, it is obviously telling others clearly that it has not really shown its power!

Zhang Zhe was originally a child of a certain family. Because Lin Feng was in the limelight recently, he wanted to challenge Lin Feng to gain reputation. Unexpectedly, a little black dog beside Lin Feng beat him up to no avail and was still embarrassed in front of so many young geniuses. He really lost a handful of rice without stealing the chicken.

At this time, Lin Feng did not make any more difficult for him. He said to Zhang Zhe calmly and said, "Many people in this world want to be popular, and many people want to be famous, but that needs to be built on a certain strength and countless efforts. You are far from able to do it."

Lin Feng was very proud of his words. He almost said that Zhang Zhe was a waste. Even though he had some strength compared to ordinary people, there was still a huge gap compared to the genius who truly looked down on his peers.

At the same time, he was also saying, since you have only such a little strength, where is the qualification to be arrogant and arrogant?

Slap in the face, slap in the face hard.

"Well said!"

Also just as Lin Feng finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from afar.

Lin Feng looked at him and saw a young man walking over from a distance. He was extremely white and beautiful, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, pink face and red lips, and a natural romantic feeling that made people like him and couldn't help but feel disgusted.

At the same time, there was a beautiful woman beside the boy. Her black eyebrows were charming, her autumn water was full of poetry, her red lips were soft and charming, her teeth were crystal clear, her head was full of eyebrows, her cheeks were fresh, and her nose was greasy and goose fat, which was born graceful and greasy.

The lotus sleeves are waving and the feathered clothes are dancing. She is as beautiful as walking in a painting. Her eyes are bright and clear, as beautiful as spring flowers and as bright as autumn moon, which is particularly moving.

The young man who came here was not unfamiliar with the woman Lin Feng. He knew Ning Yi, who possessed the Dongzhou famous sword, and Chu Huan, the saint of Yanxia Holy Land.

Ning Yi came to Lin Feng and the others, turned to look at Zhang Zhe, who was soaked in his clothes and looked very embarrassed. At the same time, his face was so hot because of shame and annoyance, and said in a cold voice: "Zhang Zhe, I didn't expect that two years later, you are still so arrogant and so unsightly. You don't even think about how much you are, and you dare to take the initiative to challenge Lin Feng."

From the fact that he could directly call Zhang Zhe's name, it was obvious that Ning Yi had known each other a long time ago.

However, based on Ning Yi's tone of speaking at this time, it can be judged that Ning Yi's view of Zhang Zhe was obviously not very good. Or, it was a bit annoying.

"A good reputation is not so stupid, but it just embarrasses your own family." Ning Yi continued, his tone of speaking with contempt and contempt.

Zhang Zhe, who was already so ashamed and angry, became even more angry when he heard this. A faint blue veins swelled up on his head and said angrily: "Ning Yi, you're too much!"

The successive humiliation made him, who had always been rebellious, feel a little unbearable.

Especially, Ning Yi was only eleven or twelve years old. In his opinion, Ning Yi was just a little boy who was still young, and he dared to humiliate him like this.

"So what about humiliating you? To a person like you, humiliating you lightly!" Ning Yi immediately sneered, "I am rebellious, arrogant and domineering. Taking advantage of the family's doting and relying on my own cultivation, don't forget how many evil things you have done!"

After a pause, Ning Yi continued, with a cold smile on his face: "In recent years, not only have you done a lot of evil things, but you have become much more serious. I have wanted to teach you a lesson. If you are unhappy, if you are unhappy, you will fight me in the last battle!"

Zhang Zhe was really furious when he heard this. He looked at Ning Yi with a cold face, and his teeth were itchy. His eyes were about to spit out fire. If possible, he would definitely attack Ning Yi as soon as possible!

But he also knew that Ning Yi was an extraordinary talent, strong and well-off guy, and was not something he could afford.

"Wait, one day I will let you know that you shouldn't mess with me like this!" He said this fiercely, then shook his sleeves and wanted to leave.

But he wanted to leave, but Ning Yi didn't plan to let him leave just like that.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Ning Yi shouted coldly. Then, his feet moved and instantly caught up with the other party.

"I said, I think you have been unhappy for a long time. It is impossible to leave easily today!" Ning Yi said to Zhang Zhe in front of him, with a sharp murderous intent in his eyes, like a peerless sword.

"You... don't bully people too much!" Facing Ning Yi, who was murderous and cold, Zhang Zhe was a little scared and fearful. He knew Ning Yi's temper and nature, and knew that he was the one who spoke the same thing, and there was a faint cold sweat on his forehead. Of course, when he said this, his tone did not show any absolute weakness, and it was somewhat powerful.

Because he knows better that one person shows weakness, the other person will only become stronger and stronger.

He understands a truth in the world of cultivation very well, and weak people have no right to speak.

However, Ning Yi's next words completely made him feel cold.

Ning Yi looked at his eyes and said coldly without any emotion: "Bullying people too much? Ha, have you ever thought about this word when you bully others too much? Today, what can I do if I kill you?"

As he said that, a light flashed in Ning Yi's right hand, and the famous Dongzhou Zhijun sword appeared in his hand. With a slight movement, the clear and crystal clear sword of Zhijun pointed directly at Zhang Zhe's throat.

"You..." Zhang Zhe was frightened and frightened.

Ning Yi next said something that made Zhang Zhe despair...
Chapter completed!