Zhang Fei and his companions also had their mouths wide open at this time.
Looking at Qin Feng's eyes, he was confused and shocked.
As Nascent Soul cultivators, they are well aware of how huge the improvement in their cultivation will be after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.
With just a wave of his hand, he could split mountains and seas.
A Jindan cultivator! He could kill countless people with just one palm strike.
Otherwise, the Nascent Soul Realm would not be called a powerful being.
"Qin Feng, don't be so arrogant. Keep a low profile!" Zhang Fei reached out and patted Qin Feng's shoulder.
It is a good thing not to be afraid of Nascent Soul cultivators.
But being blindly arrogant is not a good thing.
"you!"
Ou Li's eyes were also wide open.
The empty bottle in his hand fell directly to the ground.
Anger surged up.
"Old Sect Master, this is how your precious disciple spoke to me before." Ou Li turned his head and complained.
no way.
I really can’t beat Zhou Cangyun.
Fighting with a little trash who was only at the first level of foundation building, he was really afraid that he would slap Qin Feng to death with one slap.
In this case, he would surely die.
Zhou Cangyun's sword strike just now almost took his life.
He still has hundreds of years to live.
Who the hell wants to die when you can live?
Zhou Cangyun's mouth twitched.
But after thinking for a moment, he reached out and patted Ou Li's shoulder.
"Since my disciple wants to play, then you can play with him as an apology."
With a slight force of his palm, he slapped Ou Li so hard that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ou Li smiled bitterly.
have to!
Zhou Cangyun said so, what else could he say?
If Zhou Cangyun could be made happy, today's matter would be resolved.
It’s okay, acceptable.
"Then I'll recover." Ou Li said, sitting cross-legged.
He grabbed a handful of pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and then silently practiced his skills.
In an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged in like a tide.
Strands of extremely pure spiritual power flowed into Ou Li's body like silk threads, repairing his wounds.
The wounds on Ou Li's body were visible to the naked eye and were recovering quickly.
Everyone around was shocked.
"Is this the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
"Just this moment, I'm afraid it's worth thousands of spirit stones."
"When will we be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"
The sounds of envy gradually rose.
But soon, a group of people rose into the air.
It turned into a long rainbow and quickly swept over the peaks of Yunzong.
"Don't retreat, Qin Feng is going to fight with Elder Ou Li."
"Hurry, hurry, come with me to see the show!"
"What, Qin Feng and Yuanying are fighting?"
"Is he crazy?"
The entire Yun Sect was shocked.
Countless people who were in seclusion broke out.
Qin Feng's challenge to Ou Li spread throughout the Yun Sect.
Soon, tens of thousands of people arrived in the sky.
The dense crowds of people were like dark clouds pressing down on the area.
"Which one is Qin Feng? Where is he?"
In the past five years, young boys and girls who had never seen Qin Feng stared wide-eyed and searched for him in the crowd.
"Just him? He dares to challenge a Nascent Soul master at the Foundation Establishment stage?"
"Who are you pretending for?"
"Haha, your cultivation level is higher than mine, who has not even been in the sect for a year."
"Is this the Young Master of our Yun Sect? He's quite the pretentious one!"
Listening to the words of the rookies, a group of young people sneered.
My cultivation level is not as high as yours?
hehe!
You guys are so awesome, why don't you try to kill someone who is at the ninth level of foundation building?
I can't kill you idiots.
"Shut up!" Jing Liang glanced at him coldly.
The Nascent Soul aura on his body suddenly swept over.
In the sky, tens of thousands of foundation-building monks fell directly from the sky.
Soon, Yunzong fell into deathly silence.
Jing Liang was breathing rapidly, his eyes flashing with a fiery light as he stared at Qin Feng intently.
Only he felt Qin Feng's terror.
And now, Qin Feng is so confident, can he really fight against a Nascent Soul cultivator?
Thinking of this possibility, Jing Liang's whole body began to tremble.
Building the foundation and fighting against the Nascent Soul is so fucking terrifying.
"No, you're not injured, why are you shaking? Jing Liang, you're really too timid."
Several Nascent Soul cultivators frowned.
"You don't understand, you won't understand." Jing Liang murmured in a low voice.
Six hours, very long.
Especially during the waiting period, Jing Liang felt like every day was a year.
Suddenly, Ou Li opened his eyes.
The spiritual power between heaven and earth also suddenly condensed.
In an instant, countless foundation-building cultivators felt as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed their throats.
Makes them unable to breathe.
“It’s started, it’s started!”
Countless young people were excited.
As they had witnessed Qin Feng's astonishing sword strike, they were extremely excited.
Qin Feng is the idol in their hearts.
"Young Master, come on, come on."
A deafening sound suddenly exploded.
Countless people roared with madness in their eyes.
"Haha, so naive! The people Yunzong accepted before had no talent and no brains."
"You really thought we weren't at the Foundation Establishment stage."
A group of young boys and girls curled their lips with disdain.
Looking at their senior brothers and sisters who were almost crazy, they were very confused.
Even, there is a bit of doubt.
Does a sect with so many fools really have a future?
Is it really okay for them to stay in Yunzong?
They are gifted!
They are geniuses among geniuses.
"That's enough, why are you pretending?" Zhou Cangyun's voice fell into Ou Li's ears.
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