Chapter 1300 The Record of the Prehistoric Blood Emperor

Everyone present did not expect that someone would have a relationship with Ling Feng at this time. You know, 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 no time for joking, come back quickly!"

Hong Dali is a person who can understand the wordless bible, especially when he writes out his moves and sells them for takeout. No one wants to die here with such a good moving secret book, so for a moment he knew that Hong Dali was so magical. They all calmed down and planned to wait and see what would happen.

"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 really became 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 famous. He was the number one master of the contemporary era thousands of years ago, and his achievements are still unmatched. However, according to time, it is impossible for this Hong Dali to be related to Tang Zhen.

"Hehe, this matter is more complicated, isn't it?" Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and 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: "It's interesting. Well, then you just stand behind me to avoid being dumbfounded. Injured." The more than 10,000 martial artists in front of him seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all.

After he settled Hong Dali, he took a step forward and said, "If you have any more nonsense, just say it. If you don't want to do it, do it. Ling always hates trouble."

"Amitabha, it's good, it's good. Donor Ling is free and easy. Anyway, although I am not talented, but as Donor Ling said, it is just words and words, which makes people upset. Why don't you let me give you some ideas and spend a few days with Donor Ling first? I wonder what Ling Shi’s idea is?”

The man who spoke was a great monk with nine ring scars on his head. His gray eyebrows drooped almost to the corners of his mouth, and there was a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of kindness, and he had 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, nodded slightly, expressed his approval, and said with a smile: "Master is quite understanding. Master Guan's eyebrows have reached the corner of his lips, and the level of Baochan Neon Scroll cultivation is also very high. I don't know Master Baolai. Who is yours?"

The great monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Lingfeng, and said: "Amitabha, he is my mentor. The poor monk is the first disciple of my mentor, and his name is Yuanyuan."

Ling Feng said "Yes". Said: "Ling Mou has always admired Master Baolai's character."

Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you very much, Donor Ling, for the compliment."

Ling Feng continued: "Since Master Yuan Mie is a disciple of Master Baolai, Ling's fight with the master would be a bit bullying." As he spoke, Ling Feng stretched out his feet and drew a circle on the ground, stood in slowly, 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 that?"

He drew this circle lightly, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite floor, surrounded by stone powder. Everyone in the scene 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.

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After saying one sentence, Master Yuan Mie's inner energy surged, his eyes and eyebrows swayed with neon-like glow, which was the realm of neon light in the eighth chapter of the Baochan Neon Light Volume he practiced. He drew a semicircle with his right palm, Ling Feng, who was standing in the circle, struck out with a "whoosh" of his palm. The surrounding internal energy surged, and a palm wind almost tore the air, 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 Baochan's Neon Light Scroll. It is called Neon Light Stacking Palm. Each additional palm stacked can double the power. The two round annihilation palms stacked on each other are equivalent to two round palms. Mie attacked Ling Feng at the same time, the power was so strong that he didn't need to think too much.

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

As if in line with 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.

"Bo."

There was a slight sound like a bubble bursting, and the huge and powerful neon palm prints mysteriously 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 though 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 where Tang Zhen and the demon king of the demon clan fought before. 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 this way," Hong Dali nodded with a smile and said, "Brother Tang has a good relationship with me. He also taught me a set of exercises called "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", but I Didn’t practice, hehe..."

When Hong Dali said this, the whole audience was in an uproar! (To be continued...) R1292

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