My Peerless Beauty President

In fact, Zhang Chenfeng still doesn't know something. He is also a cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi refining, and his strength also varies from high to low.

What Zhang Chenfeng practiced was the "Mo Tian Zhan Shen Jue" technique against the sky. Once it reached the middle stage, its strength could be comparable to that of the late stage of Qi training.

As for the few people in front of him, let's take the strongest disciple in red as an example, his current strength may not be much stronger than that of Zhang Chenfeng in the early stage of Qi training.

"For the sake of your courage and daring to enter my blood fiend headquarters alone, I will leave you as a whole body. If you have any wishes before death, maybe we can help you realize them."

These five disciples are different from the blood-fiend killers they encountered before. They should have learned the ancient etiquette of China, and their whole speech has a hint of "Confucianism" in it.

But to Zhang Chenfeng, no matter how polite a blood fiend killer is, he is also a scum who treats human life like nothing, a scum!

Although Zhang Chenfeng is also a killer, he will not kill innocent people indiscriminately!

Today, Zhang Chenfeng absolutely did not leave any room for them to survive.

"It seems that you have only learned the superficial aspects of Chinese civilization, and you are not familiar with the meaning of being low-key and restrained? Stop talking nonsense, let's do it together, and save me some time."

Zhang Chenfeng worked hard all the way in, although he didn't suffer any injuries, but he would get tired of playing too many games, let alone killing people?

Now Zhang Chenfeng just wants to use the shortest time to get rid of these five "civilized and polite" blood killers, and then look for the legendary professor.

No matter how you say it, the five disciples are also strong in the mid-stage of Qi training. Except for their own teacher, no one has ever dared to speak such wild words to themselves.

When they heard Zhang Chenfeng's words, they clenched their fists at the same time, and the true qi in the dantian began to circulate. Not to mention, the combined aura of the five people was really powerful.

Zhang Chenfeng sneered, and didn't wait for these so-called pretenders to pose there, his figure flashed in vain.

His fist wrapped in the fury of fighting breath, with a sharp piercing sound, hit the weakest disciple in front of him.

This disciple obviously didn't expect that Zhang Chenfeng would make a sudden attack, and put his arms on his chest eager to parry, but he didn't expect that the difference in strength between Zhang Chenfeng and Zhang Chenfeng was nothing short of nothing.

With a "bang", the two breaths merged, one was chaotic and mixed, and the other was as majestic as a real dragon.

With an unbelievable expression on his face, the disciple flew upside down and hit a wall eight meters away, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

"Bastard, you don't abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes, and you shoot without saying hello!"

The black-clothed disciple from the island nation took a step forward and shouted angrily.

Zhang Chenfeng chuckled, twisted his wrist, and said: "Stay the rules of the world, have you read too many martial arts novels? You five beat me up, and you still talk about the rules of the world!"

Before Zhang Chenfeng could finish his sentence, he took another unexpected step forward, flying his feet in the air, and aimed straight at the disciple in gray clothes on the left.

At this time, the remaining four disciples had already prepared themselves.

Zhang Chenfeng's flying kick was immediately blocked by the gray disciple with all his strength.

However, there are still clear shoe prints on the arms.

Although this gray disciple was very capable of resisting blows, his bones felt as if he had been hit by a giant hammer of several tons, and the heart-piercing feeling still caused him unceasing pain.

This is the huge gap in strength between the mid-stage of Qi training and the peak of Qi training.

"Let me tell you, even if you go together, you still have no chance of defeating me. If you are crushed by me one by one, I can save time, and you will not feel burdened. This is a mutual benefit and a win-win situation."

Zhang Chenfeng no longer had the terrifying aura of a hell killer in the first two floors. At this moment, relying entirely on his real strength, there was no such thing as ambush or being ambushed, which made Zhang Chenfeng feel very relaxed.

The five disciples have never seen such a powerful opponent, and they are even on par with their teacher. Originally, they were high-ranked in the Blood Fiend Group, and even if they went out to perform tasks, they could easily solve them without any effort.

They have always thought that other than the teacher, they are the strongest in the world, and only after seeing Zhang Chenfeng today do they realize how ridiculous their thoughts are.

If they had realized this earlier and attacked together as soon as they met each other, they would still have a chance to fight Zhang Chenfeng.

But at this time, it seems that everything is too late.

"We have worked so hard to have such a powerful strength today, we can't be destroyed by this person's hands, let's go together and use a unique move!"

The remaining three people, red, black, and blue, shouted loudly, circulated the true qi in their bodies with all their strength, and resorted to the strongest killing moves to besiege Zhang Chenfeng.

Whether it's the true qi they radiate outside the body or the tricks they use, there is a feminine feeling inside, and the evil spirit is lingering.

"Presumably that so-called professor is not serious, or else he wouldn't be hiding behind the Blood Fiend Group."

After more than a dozen tricks, the two sides have contacts with each other.

However, Zhang Chenfeng easily resisted their attack.

And Zhang Chenfeng's every punch and every kick made the three major disciples feel powerful and difficult to parry.

"The Dragon of Thunder."

If Zhang Chenfeng tried his best, he would be able to defeat the three before a few moves.

The reason why I waited until now is to get familiar with their moves and routines and to prepare for the upcoming fight with the professor.

After more than a dozen moves, Zhang Chenfeng discovered that their routines were nothing more than two or three, and there was nothing new to speak of.

Zhang Chenfeng yelled fiercely, and used the Thunder Dragon move learned in the middle of Qi training, which is most effective for group battles.

A fierce breath came out from the two fists, forming a thick and strong air shield on the back.

Two sharp fists, carried by the person with the strength of a dragon's head, hit the black and blue disciples an inch in front of their chests.

The berserk fighting breath penetrated directly into their bodies, tearing apart their tendons like sharp swords.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Two streams of blood spurted out one after another.

The pupils of the black and blue disciples suddenly dilated. They didn't expect Zhang Chenfeng's moves to be so powerful.

And the strongest disciple in red behind him just wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack from behind, but was bounced off by the powerful air shield on Zhang Chenfeng's back and flew away.

Only then did he understand that no one could compete with the unfathomable strength of the young man in front of him except his teacher.

Zhang Chenfeng looked at the red-clothed disciple who was flying upside down, and chased him with extreme footsteps. He grabbed the red-clothed disciple's neckline in the air, and sealed his key acupoints with the breath of battle, so that the true energy in his body could not circulate.

"Where is the professor, tell me!"

Zhang Chenfeng pressed the red-clothed disciple firmly against the wall, and the sword-shaped fighting breath emitted from his fingers poured into his body, causing his whole body to sting unbearably.

"Hehe, if you want to find our teacher, you...you have to go to hell and ask..."

A ferocious laugh appeared on the face of the disciple in red, and he chewed his tongue and killed himself before he finished speaking.