Villain: This little brother can deal with him, if something happens, he will really do it

As soon as the gray flame projectile touched the bodies of those Spirit Race men, it instantly burned into ashes.

Bang bang bang bang!

With a burst of violent explosions, the bodies of several Spirit Race men instantly turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"No, it's impossible!"

In the ancient pagoda, the figure at the beginning of the Spirit King suddenly constricted his pupils, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The gray flame projectile he used just now was a treasure he obtained from a holy beast at a great price, and it was specially used to deal with some strong spirit clansmen.

But now, the gray flame projectile has no effect at all.

"Could it be that his body is harder than my baby!"

The characters in the ancient pagoda were horrified.

He knew that the young man in front of him must be someone from the temple.

If this person is willing, he is fully qualified to sit on an equal footing with himself.

With this in mind, the characters in the ancient pagoda stopped staying and left the ancient city immediately.

boom!

Zhao Feng's eyes swept across, locked on to the leaving figure, and directly cast Space Teleport to chase after him.

outside the ancient city.

A man in black robe appeared out of thin air.

This black-robed man had a soft and handsome face, and an evil and coquettish demeanor, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

The people in the ancient pagoda trembled suddenly when they saw the black-robed man.

It was a kind of coldness and fear that originated from the bones.

The figure in the ancient pagoda bent down respectfully and saluted: "This subordinate pays homage to Your Excellency, why did Your Excellency come to my ancient city?"

"You are a member of the Temple."

The man in black robe spoke indifferently.

"Your Excellency, it is clear that this subordinate is not a member of the temple, but a spirit race."

The figure in the ancient pagoda showed a look of fear.

"Oh."

The corner of the black-robed man's mouth slightly raised.

The person in the ancient pagoda looked happy, and continued: "Your Excellency, you don't want to interfere with the affairs of the temple. In this world, unless the holy king comes personally, no one can interfere with the affairs of the temple."

"I'm not a man of the temple?"

The corner of the black-robed man's mouth curled up, and he smiled coldly: "As expected of a person under the command of the Holy King, he is indeed capable. But you seem to have forgotten whose hands you are in now!"

Hearing this, the figure in the ancient pagoda froze, looking at the man in black with a pair of cold eyes, his face twitched.

How could he forget that his soul was sealed.

At this moment, the person in the ancient pagoda felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart, feeling aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.

"I want to kill an Eldar now, is there no problem?"

Zhao Feng was expressionless.

He had expected that the figure in the ancient pagoda would doubt his identity.

"No! Don't kill me, Your Excellency let me go!"

The person in the ancient pagoda immediately exclaimed.

At this time, he finally recognized the status quo.

"Let you go?"

The black-robed man had a flash of sarcasm in his eyes, and said lightly: "That girl killed my apprentice that day, you should know, right? You should know that her master is from this seat."

The person in the ancient pagoda trembled, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his body kept trembling.

That is a peak figure in the mid-stage of the Spirit King, with such strength that he might be able to kill even the Holy Lord.

The person in the ancient pagoda felt extremely remorseful.

Back then, they shouldn't have caused Zhao Feng this trouble.

Well now, trouble has started.

"Since you know the identity of her master, does her master know my identity?"

Zhao Feng spoke indifferently.

"No, no, that girl, her master doesn't know her identity, and I have already reminded her that day, that man is not an ordinary person, and she doesn't listen to my advice, so there is nothing I can do."

The characters in the ancient pagoda hurriedly defended themselves.

Although he is a high-level spirit clan, his strength is comparable to that of a spirit master.

But his soul was restricted by a holy king.

Once that strong holy king launches a tyrannical attack, even if he has the ability to reach the sky, he can only wait to die, and he doesn't even have the power to resist.

"Then I will kill you now!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Feng's figure flickered, and he appeared in front of the person in the ancient pagoda in an instant. He swung his arm violently and punched the person in the ancient pagoda.

The figure in the ancient pagoda had a beating heart, a pale face, and round eyes.

He couldn't believe that this seemingly ordinary human youth would be a mid-stage Saint King powerhouse, or a Spirit Race Saint King powerhouse.

puff!

The figures in the ancient pagoda were directly smashed by Zhao Feng's punch.

puff!

Following Zhao Feng's punch, the body of the figure in the ancient pagoda was completely shattered.

"you......"

A bloody corpse fell at Zhao Feng's feet.

That man is the most outstanding genius of the Spirit Race.

But in Zhao Feng's hands, he couldn't even last a breath, so he fell on the spot without even keeping his spirit core.

"Who is this person?"

Those surrounding the audience were all petrified.

They have never seen a battle at the level of a saint king, and they have never seen a character in the middle stage of a spirit king fall on the spot.

It makes them feel like they are in a dream.

"Who are you? Why do you meddle in the affairs of my ancient city?"

A middle-aged man walked out with a gloomy expression.

His breath is very tyrannical, reaching the early stage of the spirit king.

"Who am I and what are you?"

Zhao Feng snorted coldly.

In this world, above the Lingzong realm, there are Linghuang, Lingzun, Lingzu and so on.

Above the Spirit Emperor, there are the Spirit Emperor Realm, the Spirit Venerable, and the three smaller realms of the Spirit Master, the Spirit Emperor, and the Spirit Venerable.

These three small realms, each small realm, are divided into nine heavens.

Zhao Feng's current strength has reached the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm, and he is only one step away from the Spirit Emperor Realm.

And that middle-aged man is obviously a strong spirit king.

A strong spirit king is indeed tyrannical in the sanctuary.

But in the entire continent, the Spirit King Realm is just a small person.

This is the Xuanwu Continent, not the Sanctuary.

The status of the Spirit King here is worse than those ordinary people, even worse than ants.

"You dare to insult me? Court death!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily.

shhhhh~

His figure flickered, and his body was filled with strong earth element vitality.

The land was instantly covered by thick yellow sand.

In Zhao Feng's eyes, there was a cold and stern sharpness. With a flip of his palm, a long spear appeared in his hand and stabbed out suddenly.

call out!

The tip of the spear tore through the void and brought forth an unrivaled storm.

The middle-aged man frowned, and quickly backed away.

But his speed was too slow, the tip of the gun directly pierced his body and nailed him to a big tree.

The bright red blood flowed and stained the ground.

This thousand-year-old tree withered instantly and turned into a pile of rotten wood.

"Spirit King Realm, worthy of being arrogant in front of this seat? You really want to die!"