soon.

Chen Feng and others came to the sky above the mountain.

Looking down.

You can clearly see that there are ancient practice rooms standing upright on the mountainside.

Roughly estimated, there are at least about fifty training rooms here.

To the south of these practice rooms, a huge hole was made in the space, and there were monks of the second level of heaven who were eager to try. They were all waiting to come out of the space-time channel.

Chen Feng, the soul-refining Sanren, Mo Yutong and others, their figures fell halfway up the mountain.

Although the cultivation room here cannot be opened now, there are still some monks who choose to stay, and some are still studying the ancient inscriptions on the door of the cultivation room.

Standing on the hillside, what comes to your face is an ancient breath. With one breath and one breath, it seems that it will make people feel like they have come to an ancient era.

Chen Feng glanced at the cultivation rooms. Just as he took a step and wanted to walk to the door of the cultivation room closest to him.

A mocking voice came: "Zhang Shuyue, do you still want to enter these cultivation rooms now? I think you don't dream. Your Hengtian Sect is at the top of the second heaven, at most, only the lowest-ranking existence. The ancient cultivation rooms here belong to our Fire Soul Hall."

"Don't waste time here, disappear from my eyes quickly."

Instead, he looked at Mo Yutong again and said, "Miss Mo, there is no way out to follow the people of Hengtian Sect. It is better to follow my Fire Soul Hall. At that time, I promise you can enter an ancient practice room."

"When this time the cultivators from the Dao Condensation Realm descend on the earth, our master of inscriptions in the Fire Soul Hall, Mr. Zheng, will come to the earth with him."

"Old Zheng's inscriptions are now at the sixth level. Although the one here is an ancient inscription, Mr. Zheng happened to have studied the inscriptions from the ancient times. He has a high chance of cracking these sixth-level ancient inscriptions."

The person who spoke was a young man in gorgeous robe. He was the grandson of the second elder of the Second Heavenly Fire Soul Palace. His current cultivation level is at the first level of the Condensation Realm.

He also used secret techniques to improve his cultivation after he came to Earth.

This person's name is Wang Jinming.

At this moment, there were five half-step Taoist cultivators standing beside him, as well as a cultivator at the second level of Taoist cultivator.

Some of these people are from the Fire Soul Palace, while others are local monks on the earth. For example, the monk at the second level of the Dao Realm is a person from a second-rate family in the capital, named Zhang Jingcheng.

Now some forces of the second level of heaven are beginning to win over the local forces of the earth. After all, the second level of heaven cultivators who are currently descending to the earth are not very strong.

Of course, the powerful forces on Earth will not bow to the people in the Second Heaven for the time being.

Zhang Jingcheng's family has now reached a preliminary cooperative relationship with Wang Jinming of the Fire Soul Palace.

Therefore, Zhang Jingcheng, who was middle-aged, temporarily followed Wang Jinming under the order of the head of the family.

Between Wang Jinming just now speaking.

Zhang Shuyue had already introduced the other party's identity to Chen Feng next to him by voice transmission.

This Fire Soul Palace is considered a medium-level existence among all the top forces in the Second Heaven, so Wang Jinming looked down on the bottom Hengtian Sect.

Mo Yutong was indifferent to Wang Jinming's words. To be honest, she didn't like the look of Wang Jinming looking at her.

Seeing that Mo Yutong had no intention of speaking, Wang Jinming was not angry. He waved his hand and said, "Don't wander in front of me. If you accidentally start your hand, you will only be slapped in the face by me."

After all, Wang Jinming knew that among Zhang Shuyue and others, the strongest one was the first level of the Dao Condensation Realm.

As for Chen Feng and others who appeared now, he did not take it seriously at all. After all, Chen Feng was only at the eighth level of the Tianxuan Realm.

Zhao Qingwan, Zhao Tianye and the soul-refining people are introverted. As Chen Feng's apprentices, they naturally know that they should respect their master.

Even though Zhao Qingwan and Zhao Tianye were only Shen Feng’s disciples for two months, they have now put their attitudes on the right track. They naturally have to restrain their momentum and breath next to their master, and must not interfere with their master.

Therefore, although Wang Jinming could not feel the cultivation of Zhao Qingwan and others, in his opinion, since he was standing behind Shen Feng, these people might not even have the cultivation of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng had no time to talk nonsense to Wang Jinming, and he took the steps under his feet again, trying to walk towards one of the training rooms.

Seeing this, Wang Jinming frowned and said, "Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you. Before I lose my patience, leave here immediately."

"If you want to blame me, I'm not happy with Zhang Shuyue, otherwise you can stay here for the time being."

Before Chen Feng could speak, Zhang Shuyue shouted sternly: "Wang Jinming, don't think your Fire Soul Palace is so great. The cultivation room here is not from your Fire Soul Palace. Now, Brother Chen wants to crack the inscription here, I am afraid you can't stop it."

He was very clear about the combat power of Zhao Qingwan and Zhao Tianye.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinming looked at Chen Feng again and frowned and said, "Are you an inscription master of the Second Heaven?"

Chen Feng replied indifferently: "I am an earthling."

After hearing this, Wang Jinming was slightly stunned, then his face was filled with a mocking smile and said, "Zhang Shuyue, you bring a trash inscriptionist from the earth. Do you want to laugh off my big teeth?"

"If such garbage can crack the ancient inscriptions here, I, Wang Jinming, can become the next lord of the heavenly realm."

Instead, he stared at Chen Feng and shouted: "Baoshi, immediately roll from here to the foot of the mountain. Remember to use the one to get out, otherwise I can teach you a lesson by myself."

Between talking.

The momentum of the first level of the Condensation Realm on his body soared instantly.

Chen Feng was out of patience and said calmly: "Put and mouth!"

As soon as this is said.

Wang Jinming and others were slightly stunned.

But Zhao Qingwan, Zhao Tianye and Lianhun Sanren knew that Chen Feng was talking to them.

The soul refining sansen has now become Chen Feng's brainless fan. Without any hesitation, the restrained aura suddenly burst out.

The power of the fifth level of the Condensation Realm instantly hit Wang Jinming.

When this guy's face turned pale, the soul-refining Sanren had already appeared in front of him, and his dry palms were slapped out extremely quickly.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!——"

He slapped Wang Jinming hard on his mouth, and he had no power to resist in front of the Soul Refining Sanren.

Even if Wang Jinming is a genius, it is useless. He is really much higher than his cultivation level.

In the end, Wang Jinming's teeth were knocked down by the Soul Refining Sanren, and one by one flew out of his mouth.

He was joking about his big teeth just now, but now he was slapped in the face and his teeth fell off.

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