The situation was tense and no one dared to say a word.
The skinny old man stuffed the wine gourd back into his belt without leaving his hand on the mouth of the gourd.
He is weighing it.
Three versus four is really a loss-making deal.
Don't Secret Realm not go in then, and risk your life here, it's not worth it.
The three casual cultivators Martial Saint on the ridge exchanged glances with each other.
The signal was sent by a skinny old man, who shook his head slightly.
Can't fight.
The four heads of Martial Saint Exotic Beast entered the fighting form, and their aura was at least 30% stronger than in the normal state.
Add in the Flying Blade Formation in the hands of that young Alliance Leader, and if this battle really comes to a head, the three of them together won't be enough to fill the gap between their teeth.
The skinny old man was the first to retreat.
He pulled the hem of his gray cloth robe and raised his hand towards Lin Feng.
"Young men are great. The old man opened his eyes today and said goodbye."
After saying that, he jumped up to the ridge, tapped his toes on the cliff three times, and disappeared into the dense forest to the north.
The shirtless man twisted his neck and hesitated for three seconds.
He is unwilling, but he is not stupid either.
"Humph."
He sighed and turned away.
The woman in black robe walked the quietest, and as soon as the black mist enveloped her, she disappeared from the Mine Area ground. I don't know which direction she escaped from.
Three casual cultivators Martial Saint exited.
The air pressure in Mine Area has relaxed a bit.
Lin Feng has no intention of pursuing them. The battle between Martial Saint is too destructive. If a fight breaks out, Secret Realm may be affected, so the gains outweigh the losses.
Lu Mingyuan was completely soaked and sweating profusely.
He swallowed, took two steps back, and touched He Yunzhou's shoulder.
"Vice President He, let's..."
He Yunzhou is still staring in the direction of Lin Feng.
Spirit Pattern on Short Staff flickers on and off.
Half-step Martial Saint's self-esteem clashed fiercely with the desire to survive at this moment.
He practiced for nearly eighty years before reaching the threshold of Martial Saint.
The things inside Land of the Martial Saint's Passing are his last hope to enter the real Martial Saint realm.
Give up?
He gritted his back teeth.
"I'm not robbing you." He Yunzhou took a step forward and his voice was very low, only Lin Feng and Iron Eagle next to him could hear.
"I can bid on behalf of the association. Of the things in the Secret Realm, I only want one thing related to the breakthrough, and the rest are all yours. You can decide the price."
Lin Feng tilted his head and looked at him for two seconds.
"Not for sale."
He Yunzhou's temple jumped.
"You!"
As soon as a word was spoken, his body had already made a choice before his brain.
The tip of Short Staff's staff was aimed at Lin Feng's face, and all the energy and blood of Martial Saint was poured into it in half a step.
A dark green ball of light shot out from the tip of the staff, dragging twisted air waves straight towards Lin Feng's chest.
sneak attack.
Iron Eagle's face suddenly changed, and the spikes on Dark Silver Bracer popped out.
Gongsun Yuan moved his hand.
It's too late.
Lin Feng does not flash.
A dark green ball of light hit the center of his chest.
The energy of the light ball exploded the moment it touched his body, and the shock wave spread in all directions.
The stone slabs under my feet were all broken, and the stone wall at the entrance of the mine was cracked several times.
The smoke and dust exploded two to three meters high.
He Yunzhou stared at the cloud of smoke and dust, clenching his hands subconsciously.
Although his attack was hasty, at least 70% of his energy and blood was injected into it.
Martial King's people will not be left with any bones or scraps after this blow.
The smoke and dust dispersed.
Lin Feng stood in place.
A hole as big as a bowl was burned on the front of the clothes, exposing the skin underneath.
There is a layer of pale golden lines floating on the surface of the skin, like some kind of ancient Spirit Pattern tattoo.
The lines flashed twice and then slowly faded away.
Not even a red mark was left on the chest.
He Yunzhou's pupils shrank to the limit at that moment.
A half-step Martial Saint seven successful blow.
Unscathed?
What kind of broken body is this? Even if it is made of iron, it must be dented, right?
Lin Feng looked down at the hole in his chest and brushed off the burnt edge of the cloth twice.
"My clothes are new."
He raised his right hand.
Not drawing a sword.
slap.
Open palms, from right to left.
Heavenly Gale Body-Forging Art's perfect physical strength plus Martial King's three stages of qi and blood infusion.
Gale Qi slapped his hand horizontally, dragging a twisted belt visible to the naked eye in the air.
He Yunzhou leaned back, Short Staff stood in front of him to block.
Slap on Short Staff.
Short Staff is bent.
It wasn't broken, it was bent. The green light was completely extinguished, and Spirit Pattern was broken into pieces.
A half-step Martial Saint staff that had been used for twenty years was turned into a curved stick by a slap.
Gale Qi's residual energy penetrated Short Staff and slapped He Yunzhou on the left side of his face.
Snap!
This sound was duller than the blood mist when four Martial Venerable were strangled.
He Yunzhou's body flew sideways, and not only blood, but also three teeth spurted out of his mouth.
He turned twice in mid-air and crashed into the rubble outside Mine Area.
A large piece of the stone collapsed and he was half buried.
I climbed up twice but didn't get up.
The left side of my face was swollen from the cheekbone to the lower jaw.
Martial Saint took half a step and was slapped away.
They are swollen, their teeth are missing, and they are embedded in stones.
Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Lu Mingyuan took five steps back and retreated into the crowd of his own people.
Sun Dehou's crutch fell to the ground again.
Among the miscellaneous Martial King Martial Venerable who followed, some knelt, some squatted, and some sat on the ground. No one was still standing.
It's not coercive.
It's scary.
Gongsun Yuan stood on the high platform, his gray beard trembling twice.
He looked back at Helian Shuang.
Helian Shuang's mouth was twitching. She held it in for several seconds, but finally couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud.
Duan Wuji's Vine Staff knocked on the ground and said nothing, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth was a little wider than usual.
Iron Eagle stood behind Lin Feng, his legs still swinging. It was not fear, but excitement.
Lin Feng bent down and pulled out the half-dead He Yunzhou from the rubble pile, and carried it to the entrance of the mine.
He Yunzhou twisted his mouth and spit out blood.
"Don't you want to enter Secret Realm?" Lin Feng's other hand has already touched the knife.
"I'll help you!"
There was a flash of cold light and the head fell to the ground.
After all, half-step Martial Saint is not Martial Saint. Blade Critical Strike combined with the effect of Armor Piercing, it is still easy to cut a Martial Venerable.
Lin Feng turned to everyone else in the square.
Lu Mingyuan, Sun Dehou, Sun Zhengyang, and other miscellaneous fish brought by various forces.
"Secret Realm is mine, no one can enter today."
He pointed at the four Martial Saint Exotic Beast.
"Go and kill all these people."
After the words fell, there was a moment of dead silence in the square.
The next moment.
Four Sacred Beasts each shows his or her special abilities.
The square became a mess.
Some people knelt down and shouted for mercy, and some tried to jump to the edge of the cliff, but at this time Mine Area was blocked on all sides, and there was a dead end no matter where you ran.
Lu Mingyuan fell to the ground, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up at all, and he was mumbling without knowing what he was talking about.
Sun Zhengyang rushed in front of Sun Dehou, protected the old man behind him, and pulled out the knife, but the blade was trembling and it was difficult to hold it steady.
Sun Dehou closed his eyes.
After about five minutes, Mine Area became quiet.
There were many irregular potholes and blood stains on the ground, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Lin Feng's attention is not here.
He had already reached the entrance of the mine.