“There’s a lot of fun over there.”

An Lingjing glanced at Li Chunfeng and the others who were having a lot of fun fighting, and said to Fatty Feng in front of him with a smile.

"Haha." Fatty Feng laughed and said, "Old Lu is just playing with that kid, and has not used his real strength yet."

"Is that right?" An Lingjing pulled his eyes back and said, "I don't know if you have discovered it. In fact, my brother is not using his real strength."

"Is that right?" Fatty Feng asked in the same tone: "I really didn't see it."

"This is common sense." An Lingjing sighed softly and said, "The Nine Stars Levels of Lingyun Mountain will definitely liberate the soul. You should have heard of the soul."

"Hehe." Fatty Feng smiled and said, "It's really unfortunate that our Fugui Gang has always been from a small sect. He has only known Yuanbao since he was a child. How could he know the soul of the gods?"

"Gangmaster Feng was joking." An Lingjing smiled and said, "The Fugui Gang is in charge of the Yinzhuang in Jiangbei. If you are all small sects, then my Xuanhutang will not be in the market at all."

"Haha." Fatty Feng smiled and said, "Young Master An is really good at telling jokes. This is a world of martial arts, not a place to fight for wealth. If anyone who has money is a big sect, it will not be Lingyun Mountain's turn. The Li family in Beijing has long dominated the world. This is where the person whose fist is hard is determined. Fortunately." After a pause, he said, "Now my fist is hard enough. Now I can say a few words. If I put it in the past, I'm afraid that Young Master An wouldn't even look at me directly."

"That fat man over there is so long-winded!"

Li Chunfeng shouted, "Little Mirror, can you do it quickly? He is so annoyed."

"Sorry." An Lingjing smiled and said, "Our boss has spoken, so I can only send you away. Originally, it was a great time to chat with you."

"Boss?" Fatty Feng seemed to be born with a smile, and smiled again when he heard this: "He turned out to be your boss. To be honest, I would also have a happy chat with you. For the sake of my good mood today, I will tell you one thing. After Lord Saren incorporated us, he did not let us ignore it, but chose eight more potential people to train them. Of course, they also have a mixed number called the Eight Little Warriors. And Mr. Lu Gong, who fought against your boss, ranked third among them."

"Oh?" An Lingjing became interested and said, "There is such a ranking. Who are you ranked by Gang Feng?"

Fatty Feng's face appeared for the first time without a smile, but then he smiled again: "Of course I am not as good as me. Whether it is strength or fame, I can't compare with Mr. Lu. So, it's not my turn to fight with your so-called boss. I can only play with you, Young Master An. However, I didn't expect to get a bargain from Young Master An before. But now, since Young Master An, you are injured, it's a different matter."

An Lingjing's face changed after hearing this.

"Feng Jin!" Lu Gong shouted, "You have said too much, so you won't take action yet. Are you waiting for me to clean up the mess for you?"

"Look." Feng Jin stuck out his tongue and said, "Our boss has also spoken. It seems that this battle is really inevitable."

"Indeed." An Lingjing slowly took out his brush and said, "But the two bosses' attitudes are really different. You are quite pitiful."

"Talk!" Fatty Feng screamed, took out a pair of shining daggers from his arms, and rushed up quickly.

"I didn't expect it." An Lingjing said in a daze: "A person with a figure like Gang Feng is actually a close-fitting mechanic?"

"Stop looking down on people." Fatty Feng's body, like a balloon, bounced into the air when he approached the Anling Mirror, and then it dropped several times faster than before.

"Don't judge people by their appearance! Kill!"

His body began to rotate constantly in the air, and the two daggers also created countless sword shadows. At first glance, it looked like a constantly rotating sword ball. It was pressed down quickly like an Anling Mirror.

"I have never judged people by my appearance." An Lingjing whispered: "Come out! Dragon gave birth to nine sons!"

As soon as the brush turned, several ink-colored beasts appeared out of thin air. They roared and rushed towards the sword ball, while An Lingjing himself floated back like the back.

Fat Feng was cast too fast. Seeing the ink-colored divine beasts attacking him, he had no way to change the offensive anymore, so he rushed towards the group of divine beasts with fangs and claws.

In an instant, the sword ball was surrounded by a group of divine beasts. Then, it fell to the ground with a loud bang. However, the magic beasts were not shaken away, and they were still surrounding the sword ball, constantly biting it.

"It's over." An Lingjing let out a sigh of relief: "Although I don't judge people by their appearance, judging from strength, you are indeed not my opponent. Please forgive my contempt."

"Hmph." A creepy voice rang out from the group of divine beasts.

"Oh?" An Lingjing said strangely: "Are you not dead yet?"

"It's very early." Fatty Feng's voice still sounded full of energy. Immediately afterwards, he shouted two words in An Lingjing's somewhat surprised expression: "The demon appears!"

Then, the group of divine beasts stopped their movements, and then they were cut and broken before they made the next move.

"Well." An Lingjing took a step back. This step was not because he was acting for caution. Instead, he was forced by the powerful aura and took a step back involuntarily.

"Hahahaha." Fatty Feng's flesh-like body stood up again. In addition to dispersing the ink splashed by the divine beasts, his body was also surrounded by black airflow, making him look misty and add to the sense of evil.

"Of course I have heard of the soul." Fatty Feng smiled grinned: "But that is a unique move for your great sect. Small sects like us should never think of any kind of power in their entire lives. But now, it's different. I already have the same power, no, even higher than yours. How about it, this is the liberation of the souls of the people in our demon sect. We call it demon appearance."

"This is the first time I have seen a real demon appearance." An Lingjing had obviously heard of this statement for a long time. He nodded and said, "It's really amazing. It seems that your energy has increased by more than one level."

"That's of course." Feng Jin smiled and said, "I have heard that your soul liberating can increase your energy by five to ten times. And our demon appearance can increase at least ten times. After all, the energy of negative emotions is more likely to explode."

"What he said makes sense." An Lingjing nodded leisurely.

"I still pretend to be indifferent." Feng Jin smiled contemptuously and said, "Then, now, I will let you see how strong I am now."

As he said that, he didn't see how his figure was moving. Two daggers that were also wrapped in black gas flew out from somewhere and shot rapidly towards An Lingjing.

"After liberating, has the method of attack changed?" An Lingjing dodged the two daggers and said, "Is it changed to a long-distance attack this time? However, if you think you can hit me from that distance, you would underestimate me too much.

Fatty Feng smiled gloomyly and said, "I won't want to see you, after all, you are the ones who were once superior. It is my lifelong wish to knock you down. Hehe, do you really think I just projected a dagger out?"

An Lingjing listened to his words and looked at his expression. There was a vague feeling in his heart. At this time, the wind was coming from behind his head. At the same time, his heart was not screaming, and he suddenly turned his head. A dagger with a black light flew past his cheek.

But this was just the first one. While he was shaking his body, another dagger had shot from another angle.

"Um." An Lingjing covered his injured left shoulder and couldn't help but groan.

"It hurts very much." Fatty Feng smiled. The two daggers that flew back kept flying and spinning in front of him and behind him.

"These two daggers were fed medicine, but don't worry. They are not poisons. They just make your wounds hurt several times more than usual. I think pain is the thing that can destroy a person's mind the most. Next, let's see what you want."

After saying that, the two daggers attacked again. However, this An Lingjing is a master with a good reputation in the world. Since he is prepared, he will naturally not be hit again this time. After the two daggers were useless, they flew back again.

"Good skills, but I naturally wouldn't think that I could knock you down at such a level. That would be too boring." As he said that, the black lights flashed around Fatty Feng. When the black lights dissipated, more than a dozen daggers were flying up and down beside him.

"It depends on how you hide."

With his loud shout, dozens of black lights flew towards Anling Mirror together.

"I am a businessman." Fatty Feng smiled and said, "It's best at calculating. Controlling so many daggers at one time is really a piece of cake for me. I can even control them separately to make their flight trajectory more elusive. So, this can be said to be an attack without dead corners. Just accept your fate, Young Master An."

The daggers seemed to be trying to confirm what he said. They began to fly more irregularly and more quickly.

Originally, An Lingjing had difficulty hiding. This made him even more sad. Before he knew it, several more wounds had been added to his body.

"He is really good. He was not injured in this way. But so what about this?" As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from his original place.

The next second, he appeared beside An Lingjing, kicking him out before An Lingjing reacted. Then countless daggers chased him.
Chapter completed!