You'd Better Give Me a Vermilion Fruit

Such a battle record immediately shocked many people.

Those who were shocked became even more convinced that this person was the Great Xia hero, Chen Feng.

To actually defeat a Martial Saint so easily despite being at a lower level, he is exactly like that Chen Feng.

This guy is definitely the Great Xia hero. Don't think I can't recognize you just because you're cosplaying.

I remember! The Great Xia hero Chen Feng is best at fighting above his level!

I've read about Chen Feng's life deeds. He has always won with fewer numbers against many, and defeated the strong while being weak.

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Kunlun City.

Yin Hu swallowed a carrageenan fishball and mocked,

These Ancient Clan Martial Saints are so useless, they can't even take down that dog of a man.

Beside him, Jin Youxi said excitedly,

Master is so handsome!

I knew it, Master is the best!

On the other side, Wang Hao had no time to pay attention to his good brother's battle.

He was currently transferring money to someone.

The money from last time has been settled.

Hurry up and send me the new batch of zombie meat!

The person on the other end of the phone laughed,

Boss Wang, your business is surprisingly good.

But when using this meat, you should keep a low profile.

With such a large batch of meat, if you get caught, don't drag me down with you.

Wang Hao sneered.

Don't worry! I'm using this to honor my own ancestor.

Nothing will go wrong!

His own ancestor?

The supplier on the other end looked bewildered.

What a beast! He's honoring his own ancestor but isn't even willing to buy decent meat.

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Xiandu.

Su Yan said with a beaming smile,

Little Master is indeed getting more and more monstrous.

She had watched with her own eyes as Chen Feng defeated an Ancient Clan Martial Saint back when he was only a Grandmaster.

When she saw the Ancient Clan send someone to duel him one-on-one, only for that person to end up captured by Chen Feng,

Su Yan knew exactly what Chen Feng was planning.

Beside her, Shuangshuang said,

Daddy seems really amazing.

Seeing her master win, Liu Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

She proudly said to Shuangshuang beside her,

Of course Master is amazing.

Both your mother's and our martial arts were taught by Master.

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Shengdu.

Xiao Ruohan, whose husband had just died, did not look the least bit sad.

At this moment, she was staring intently at Chen Feng.

It was as if she had found a trace of a familiar feeling.

Chen Feng!

Is it really you?

At this moment, Xiao Ruohan was trembling slightly with excitement.

Her face was deeply flushed.

Her delicate hand pressed an unknown remote control, frantically turning up the gears.

An Ancient Clan youth beside her kept swallowing his saliva as he watched.

...

In the middle of the arena.

Of the two Martial Saints who had originally attacked, one was forced to retreat in the face of Chen Feng's threat.

Leaving behind a sword-wielding female Martial Saint.

However, in the next moment, Chen Feng could not help but widen his eyes.

Because he saw streams of silver light slowly appearing around that person's body, just like his own.

They formed a silver light storm that swept toward him.

Looking closely.

Chen Feng suddenly realized that this person's cultivation method looked familiar.

When the opponent's silver light storm collided with his sword qi storm,

Chen Feng finally saw clearly that it was made up of embroidery needles.

A Saint-tier cultivation method immediately came to his mind.

The Sunflower Manual!

I didn't expect someone in the Ancient Clan to practice this kind of technique.

Chen Feng knew very well how formidable this technique was.

Whether in attack, defense, or speed, it was extremely powerful.

Back in the day, he had experienced it firsthand.

The storm made of embroidery needles had just collided with the sword qi storm.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of clashing metal rang out.

One was made of physical embroidery needles, while the other was sword qi condensed from vitality and blood.

However, the embroidery needles were limited.

As long as one's vitality and energy could hold up, the sword qi was infinite.

The moment they exchanged blows,

This Martial Saint realized that the opponent's sword qi was bizarre and inexplicable.

Not only was it extremely dense and hard to break, but it could also devour the vitality he had spread on the embroidery needles.

It was obvious that his embroidery needles could not compete with Chen Feng's sword qi.

But naturally, this was not his only skill.

The next moment.

The figure of that Ancient Clan Martial Saint suddenly disappeared.

Appearing behind Chen Feng almost instantly.

The longsword in his hand thrust out dozens of times in succession.

The Seventy-Two Evil-Warding Sword Arts!

Fortunately, the current Chen Feng was no longer the weakling he was back then.

His current speed was not inferior to the opponent's in the slightest.

He picked up the Chixiao Sword from the ground.

And slashed out dozens of strikes in counterattack.

As soon as the two sides clashed,

That Martial Saint was knocked back.

Even the extremely yin and soft protective aura around his body was shaken, producing ripples.

He looked at Chen Feng in shock.

How can a mere early-stage Martial Venerable like you have such tremendous power in every sword strike!

Chen Feng smiled faintly.

And did not answer the question.

He was in no mood to introduce the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the opponent.

The Qilin Physique combined with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, and Lingbo Microsteps fused with the Heavenly Cripple Kick.

He erupted with unparalleled speed, instantly closing the distance between them.

While swinging his sword in relentless pursuit, Chen Feng activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art, forcibly devouring the opponent's vitality.

This Ancient Clan Martial Saint was terrified.

He had originally thought that Chen Feng's most powerful move was that sword qi storm.

But he never expected

That the opponent's speed and swordsmanship were both above his own.

Boom!

Chen Feng mercilessly slashed down another heavy and powerful sword strike.

The longsword in the Ancient Clan Martial Saint's hand broke upon impact, and he wildly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Even his extremely yin and soft protective aura was forcibly shattered.

His entire body fainted on the spot.

Then, unable to resist the erosion of the Northern Darkness Divine Art any longer,

The vitality in his body surged outward madly.

Chen Feng took the opportunity to grab this Ancient Clan Martial Saint.

In just a few breaths,

He caused the opponent's vitality and cultivation to drop to the Martial Venerable realm.

The people of the Ancient Clan were greatly alarmed.

They didn't expect that an expert who practiced the Sunflower Manual would also fall by Chen Feng's hands.

They watched helplessly as Chen Feng carried this Martial Saint into the center of the sword qi storm.

And then tossed him together with the previous person.

During the time he walked back to the sword qi storm,

Chen Feng had already drained the second Ancient Clan Martial Saint down to a Martial Disciple.

He continued to control his martial phantom, further strengthening the sword qi storm.

He looked at the elders of the Ancient Clan, pointing at the previous Martial Saint who was covered in blood, and said:

I feel like he can't hold on much longer.

You'd better give me a Vermilion Fruit right now.

As soon as the Vermilion Fruit was mentioned,

Gu Yang and the others immediately realized that they had fallen into a trap.

It turned out the opponent had deliberately dueled them one-on-one, wanting to take hostages from the Ancient Clan to force them to hand over the Vermilion Fruit.

However, seeing their clansman covered in blood on the ground, the people of the Ancient Clan were also extremely anxious.

Boy, so you were after the Vermilion Fruit all along.

If you want the Vermilion Fruit, no way!

I advise you to quickly release our people. Perhaps the Ancient Clan will still leave you a way out.

...

Chen Feng sneered,

Do you really want to watch your own clansman die in front of you without saving him?

You clearly have the Vermilion Fruit, yet you refuse to save him. What is the difference between that and killing him with your own hands?

I remember the rules of the Ancient Clan. Not only are you forbidden from killing your fellow members, but you are also not allowed to leave them to die!