Devour a Saber-toothed Tiger at The Start

Lin Feng was really interested in this pair of chopsticks, so he said straightforwardly: "Look at this, I will use the proof-level fire method to exchange your chopsticks."

"The gambling contract will be replaced with...If anyone loses, he promises a condition to the party!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Wu Jingkong rolled his eyes and said hurriedly, "What conditions?"

"I haven't thought about it for the time being. In short, the premise of this condition cannot violate humanity, justice and morality!"

Lin Feng shrugged.

"Deal!"

Wu Jingkong simply agreed, and exchanged a pair of broken chopsticks for a Dao-level fire technique, and the fool wouldn't change it!

A transaction can be described as a happy one.

Lin Feng threw the chopsticks into the equipment fusion device at will, and at the same time threw in a lot of holy crystals.

After a while, the system prompt sounded quietly.

"Successful recast of Qiankun Ding, the current grade is Dao Qi (upgradeable

Damn it!

There is a proof instrument available!

Lin Feng was overjoyed.

The sky-covering bowl, the universe will be set.

These two are really more domineering than the other.

While slandering, Lin Feng surprisingly discovered that the Zhetianwan and Qiankunding had approached each other extremely quickly.

When the two touched together, they actually slowly rotated in a mysterious trajectory.

As the two rotate, their aura is actually slowly rising.

What Lin Feng felt was that they were cultivating!

Practice?

Could it be that both the Zhantian Bowl and Qiankun Ding have derived from the spirits?

Lin Feng tentatively communicated with the two with ideas, but received no response.

Now is not the best time to study these two goods, he can only temporarily suppress the shock in his heart.

At this time, Lin Feng also noticed something wrong with Wu Jingkong's eyes when he looked at him, so he couldn't help asking, "Is there a flower on my face when I look at me and what I do?"

Wu Jingkong shook his head, hesitatingly said: "Um...If you think the transaction is unfair, shall we change it back?"

Hearing what she said, Lin Feng was a little embarrassed. Shaking his hands, he took out a Proof Dao-level water system law, grinned and said: "I have this stuff, I have it for you."

Wu Jing caught the water technique in a hurry, and said in shock: "You...couldn't you steal the Patriarch's space ring?"

"Roll! Lao Tzu picked it up!"

Lin Feng didn't scold him angrily, but soon his eyes flashed. This seems a good idea?

Isn't the old man Wu Yingtian critically ill? It would be a waste of resources in his body, why not make him cheaper?

Only soon he dismissed the idea again.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Wu Yingtian is a powerhouse in the Heavenly God Realm anyway, others cannot see his identity, but he may not.

After all, Wu Ziyan is the one who pulls big **** and urine. He is the one who is most familiar with Wu Ziyan!

Swinging to the martial arts venue, Lin Feng suddenly realized that it was already overcrowded.

The Witch tribe is powerful and thriving, and there are as many as thousands of participants in this martial arts competition!

Because the Patriarch is critically ill, the impressively great elder Wu Jingchun who presided over this fighting conference!

Wu Jingchun looked around, his gaze paused on Lin Feng's body, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

This really shocked Lin Feng, thinking that his identity had been seen through.

Fortunately, the other party just glanced at him and didn't do anything else.

"My grandfather said, the great elder has been spying on the position of the Patriarch for a long time, you, as the young master...you know!"

Wu Jingkong gathered the lines to make a sound, his lips did not move, but the sound came into Lin Feng's ears clearly.

No wonder this old guy looked at his own eyes with murderous intent, it turned out to be so.

Lin Feng couldn't help groaning secretly, pretending to be someone who was the young master of the Wu clan, who caused trouble for nothing.

This great elder is extremely strong, and he is already at the True God Realm Dzogchen, and is regarded as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh by such a strong person.

Can his life in the Wu Clan be easier?

Lin Feng made up his mind, after walking around in the dark mystery, he immediately flees and shifts his position!

The rules of the fighting convention are simple and violent.

The first knockout round.

No matter what method you use, it doesn't matter whether you form a gang or go single-handedly, the knockout will not be over until there are only a hundred people left in the martial arts field.

Lin Feng couldn't help taking a breath of cold air after scanning the contestants who were staring at him.

With Wu Ziyan's sparse interpersonal relationship, a battle with outnumbered enemies is inevitable!

With the order of the Great Elder, the knockout round kicked off.

As expected by Lin Feng, he was immediately surrounded by five young men when he stepped onto the martial arts field with his front foot.

Among the five, there are three in the Daluo Jinxian peak realm, and two in the mid-xianzong realm.

It is really rare to have this cultivation base at a young age.

"Unexpectedly, you trash will also participate in this fighting meeting, which is beyond my expectation."

The young man in the golden robe, who looked like the leader, glanced at the forest breeze slantingly, and the joking in his tone made no secret.

Lin Feng didn't care about these people's **** with Wu Ziyan. With a thought, a golden long sword appeared in his palm.

Performing a full set of play, this long sword itself is Wu Ziyan's matching sword, although it is only a holy weapon, but the forging materials are not bad, and it has a lot of room for improvement.

Holding a sword flower in his hand, Lin Feng grinned and said, "Let's fight!"

The golden robe boy's eyes turned cold, "Since you are in such a hurry to go to hell, how can I keep you waiting!"

As soon as the voice fell, a tragic fight kicked off!

Even with one enemy five, Lin Feng is still at ease.

With his current combat experience, even if he doesn't use the Dual Sword Flow·Extreme Anti-Kill, he can easily deal with these mobs, who are high in realm, but have very poor foundations, with just a few simple moves.

"How can this kid be so strong?"

Great Elder Wu Jingchun stared at the Lin Feng who was constantly wielding his sword on the martial arts arena, and there was a cold glow in his eyes. "Could it be that he has been hiding himself and only waiting for this moment to completely break out, a blockbuster?"

"Never let him get his wish!"

Wu Jingchun thought of it, and immediately communicated with his grandson: "First, drive Wu Ziyan off the martial arts field. If necessary, you can use thunder means!"

The eyes of the sturdy young man who was struggling with others on the martial arts field flashed with energy, swiping a knife to the opponent in front of him, turning around and facing Lin Feng, it was a piercing knife!

Between the electric light and flint, Lin Feng's palm suddenly turned over, and quickly made a series of cumbersome handprints, instantly setting up a black ice shield around his body!

"Crack!"

The Xuanbing shield split at the sound, but Lin Feng had seized this fleeting opportunity, raising his hand to make a diagonal cut!

Amid a sharp metal collision, the sturdy young man turned upside down and flew out, and the person was already spouting blood in the air.

"What a terrifying power!"

After finally stabilizing his figure, the sturdy young man opened his mouth and vomited a few back blood.

In the stands, Wu Jingchun's face was gloomy and uncertain!

Physical training!

This kid is still a physical training!

If it is not for physical training, it is absolutely impossible to burst out such terrifying power.