.Chapter 694: A sword breaks the soul, and you must abandon it if you don’t abandon it!

Feng làng had already had a considerable control of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at this time. When he saw Fang Qing in danger, he felt indignant for no reason, so he decided to take the risk.

Under the cover of the Dragon Breath Holding Technique, Feng Làng's body did not move at all, but a mind passed by, and the metal spiritual energy in the air was naturally sensed and secretly protected Fang Qing, blocking the sharp stick that was blasting towards her for her.

Feng Làng believed that he could hide the vision of everyone in the audience, but he did not have much confidence in the three Taoists who had a sharp look as sharp as a knife.

Fortunately, seeing this action, Feng Làng was unanimously supported by everyone in the audience, which calmed down a little. After all, from this point of view, Fang Qing's popularity is really good.

"Three Taoist priests, I protest"

After resolving Fang Qing's attack, Wu Dongjing suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly at the three Taoist priests in the air.

"What are you protesting?"

Taoist Zeng glared at Wu Dongjing viciously.

"I suspect someone secretly serves as a helper for Fang Qing."

The more Wu Dongjing thought about the attack just now, the more he felt something was wrong. However, he had watched carefully but could not tell who was doing it.

"Sure the problem is invalid and continue"

Zeng Daoren waved his hand and said, with a little impatient expression.

Wu Dongjing encountered a soft nail and was very unhappy, but he did not dare to argue with Daoren Zeng, so he had to turn his head and devote all his strength to the enemy with Fang Qing.

Fang Qing's strength is still far from Wu Dongjing. She quickly saw the reality clearly and admitted losing very helplessly.

Wu Dongjing won the victory and looked very proud. His appearance as a villain made many people secretly angry when they saw it.

It was Fenglàng's turn to choose his opponent, and he kept scanning the people.

A strong fighting spirit appeared on Chu Zan's face. He looked at Fenglàng, and his eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames.

The Chu family members were defeated one after another to Feng Làng's men, which made Chu Zan feel very embarrassed, making him want to fight Feng Làng immediately.

"Wu Dongjing, come out"

Feng làng ignored other people's gazes and took the initiative to challenge Wu Dongjing.

Everyone present thought that Feng làng had just fought to bully Wu Dongjing, so he came to take advantage of this, but he didn't guess what he thought.

Wu Dongjing had just returned to his seat and was about to take a break, but heard Feng** shouting his name. This anger was really extraordinary.

"Good boy, since you are seeking death on your own, I can't blame me."

Wu Dongjing shouted angrily, looking at the expression on his face, it was like he wanted to choose someone and eat them.

"Whoever dies, but it's not certain?"

Feng làng had a faint smile on his face. He was not here to compete with Wu Dongjing for the sake of quarrel.

"Wu Qi, do you think he can beat Wu Dongjing?"

Fang Qing said quietly to Wu Qi that although he was the same sect as Wu Dongjing, Wu Qi and Wu Dongjing had deep grudges and hatreds between them.

"If you can't win, you can only blame him for his poor life. If he wants to win, how are you going to repay him and promise him?"

Wu Qi and Fang Qing are sisters who can talk about everything. They got together and bit their ears gently.

"Tsk, I'm discussing serious things with you, but you girl talks, but you don't have any serious people."

Fang Qing said with a angrily expression on her face, her expression was very moving.

"No matter how unfair such things are, there is no seriousness. Do you really have this idea?"

Wu Qi said with a complete face.

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart."

Fang Qing's face was flushed, and she was about to pounce on her, and she seemed so angry.

"Stop making trouble, it's important to do the important thing"

Seeing Fang Qing moving seriously, Wu Qi quickly smiled and said, "Looking at their appearance at this time, they still have a bit of the demeanor of a master."

Wu Dongjing's sticks followed by sticks, constantly hitting the wind, and next to his stick, there was a strong surging of fire spirit.

Feng làng's body was retreating step by step, and it seemed that he could not resist it.

Those who supported Wu Dongjing all cheered one after another, wishing he could smash the wind away with one stick.

But in Wu Dongjing's heart, he complained secretly. The sharp attacks he made had no use at all, just like he was smashed into a void without any effort.

A smile gradually appeared on Feng Làng's face. He could not do this skillfully controlling the spiritual energy in the air just a few days ago. Since he learned to learn spiritual skills, his level of skill has grown unknowingly.

Wu Dongjing is now in a difficult situation. He can feel that Feng Làng is waiting for an opportunity to fight back. Once the opponent seizes the opportunity, he will be in trouble.

"Once the skills are everywhere, the spiritual energy in the sky is my barrier, and it is also my various weapons. This feeling is really refreshing."

Feng làng used the shock of the spiritual energy in the air to cleverly resolve Wu Dongjing's numerous attacks, and his mood became more and more happy.

Wu Dongjing suddenly felt that the spiritual energy in front of him was flying, and there were obstacles everywhere, almost making him unable to move. He couldn't help but feel quite shocked.

Seeing that Wu Dongjing's face changed, some of Wu Dongjing's co-subjects became panicked in their eyes. Only then did they realize that the wind in this servile group was really difficult to deal with.

Zhu Dapeng was originally quite dissatisfied with defeat to Feng Làng. He has been working hard these days, trying to regain this field and regain control of the Servant Group.

Now that he saw Feng Làng waving his hands, he changed Wu Dongjing's face to a different look. Only then did he give up from now on, knowing that the gap between him and Feng Làng's skills was really not a small matter.

Even the three Taoists standing in the air watching nodded secretly about Feng Làng's kung fu. Don't look at this kid at young age, but he is really not very skilled in the spiritual qi.

"This guy is really not very strong. If I could be like him at any time, then I would be satisfied."

Tang Sheng stood in the air, happily dancing and shouted at Dao Ren Zeng.

"Hehe, what's the difficulty of reaching this kid's realm? How can you achieve your future achievements be expected?"

Taoist Zeng snorted coldly and said, his words approving Tang Sheng’s future.

Lin Qianzhi, Zhu Can and others were all standing at the farthest point, and even Feng Làng's actions were not too real, but they were filled with jidàng's heart.

I remember that when Feng Làng first arrived at the Servant Group, his strength was a little higher than Tang Sheng and others, but compared with them, it was almost the same.

Unexpectedly, after such a short time, Feng Làng actually fought with the best disciples in the outside world and fought for the quota of the inner world. This really made them feel incredible.

"It's time for you to take a break after being swayed here for so long."

With a loud shout, suddenly there were a lot of spiritual energy rushing towards Feng Làng. He waved his hand gently, and his expression seemed very calm.

Hearing a loud thud, Wu Dongjing's long stick in his hand flew out first, and then the one that was knocked away was his body.

Still in the air, the blood in Wu Dongjing's mouth burst out and then fell heavily to the ground, like a dead dog.

Seeing Wu Dongjing's soft mud-like appearance, everyone present took a breath. The scene was really too amazing.

Unexpectedly, Feng Làng's random attack had such a great effect. Everyone in the field suddenly became sè, and even Fang Jianren, who had always been indifferent, could not help but tremble on his face.

Fang Qing opened her beautiful eyes and never left Feng Làng's body, and she was even more dazzling in her eyes.

This time, Feng làng gave her a knot and naturally gained her favor, which Feng làng had never thought about in advance.

Fang Jianren appeared, but the opponent he chose was Feng Buqi, the old man with white hair.

After hearing the discussions of many people, Feng làng realized that Feng Buqi was the only exception, and he had passed the "top" license.

Feng Buqi has participated in many internal disciple selection competitions, but he has never succeeded. However, he never left him and regarded it as his greatest wish. He fought repeatedly and completely ignored it and became a laughing stock in external disciples.

Hearing the laughter of many foreign disciples, Feng Làng did not laugh. He felt that this old man was respectable. At least, he was working hard for his love.

Holding a yào hoe in his hand, Feng Buqi came to the field steadily. Although he was old, his eyes looked particularly bright, and his heart seemed to be full of desire.

"Haha, I heard that you are very strong. I'll be more merciful if you're a little while."

Feng Buqi smiled heartily, and the laughter spread from afar on this trial platform.

Feng Dan stood in the audience and looked at Feng Buqi with worried eyes. After all, he was old, which made her worry about him.

"If I take action, I will never be merciless. If you are afraid, you can retreat now."

Fang Jianren's face seemed particularly indifferent, with a strong murderous aura in his eyes.

Seeing the murderous aura in Fang Jianren's eyes, even Feng Làng felt a chill in his heart, but he was not worried about himself, but secretly for Feng Buqi.

"Haha, go back, do you want me to be a turtle? I will never do this..."

Before Feng Buqi finished speaking, he suddenly paused. He covered his hands with his hands, and blood was flowing down from his hands.

Just a sword, like lightning flashing through the sky, Feng Buqi was already hit by the sword before most people could see it clearly.

"My sword is a killer sword, and it will be bloody when it comes to action."

Fang Jianren's footsteps gradually moved farther away, but his cold voice still came, making people hear it, and they couldn't help but feel chills on their bodies.

"Brother, how are you?"

Feng làng flew over with a quick step and held Feng Buqi's body.

"This taste is not very good. If you can enter the inner mén, please help me see what the inner mén is... is like..."

The brilliance in Feng Buqi's eyes gradually disappeared, and his hands covering his mouth gradually dropped, and blood poured out like a spring water, soaking Feng's body.

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng, if I can enter the Nei Mén, I will definitely help you see what Nei Mén looks like."

Feng làng knew that Feng Buqi could not hear it, but still said loudly that he had made Feng Buqi a promise in front of everyone.

The Feng family snatched it and carried Feng Buqi's body away. Feng Dan's eyelids were swollen, but he did not see any tears flowing down.

"Grandpa, he had expected that there would be such a day, so please don't be sad."

Feng Dan took a deep breath and said to Feng Làng. Before she finished speaking, her voice choked up.

"Fang Jianren, he is already a dead person."

Feng làng nodded heavily, as if he said casually. Even Fang Jianren, who was known as the cold-blooded killer, felt a little chilling when he heard this.

Hearing this, Fang Jianren turned around, his eyes paired with Feng Làng, and in an instant, fire seemed to flash by, and both sides' eyes were extremely sharp.
Chapter completed!