The entire square suddenly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Chen Feng.

Song Minghong didn't know that the boy who appeared in front of him was the person that Young Master Qianliu had always wanted to kill.

He felt the aura on Chen Feng's body. After reaching the fourth level of the Soul-Shaping Realm, his eyes instantly narrowed, and a trace of ferociousness flashed on his face.

Song Minghong naturally couldn't stand being called an old dog.

At this moment, Wu Lifan came back to his senses and said, "Senior, this kid is Chen Feng."

"This kid is the person Mr. Song wants to kill."

Everyone from the Qinghuan Sect who were present knew that the reason why Mo Yutong fell to this point was entirely because she was too close to a monk.

And that monk was extremely disliked by Young Master Song, which caused this situation today.

At present, after hearing Wu Lifan's voice, the elders and disciples of Qinghuan Sect present knew that Chen Feng who appeared now was the cultivator who offended Song Qianliu.

After Wu Lifan realized Chen Feng’s current cultivation level, he seemed to have seen a ghost: “You, your cultivation level is actually at the fourth level of the Soul-Sculpture Realm?”

"This is impossible! Why can you improve so quickly?"

"When you were in the Qingcang Realm, you obviously had the ninth level of the Condensation Realm."

After Wu Lifan said this, the cultivators from the Qinghuan Sect around him were gasping in their mouths. Now it has not been long since the last time the Qingcang Realm was closed!

Mo Yutong, who was originally in despair, was stunned after seeing Chen Feng.

Now, after hearing the discussion around her, she finally came back to her senses again and couldn't help but shout in her throat: "Brother Shen!"

Chen Feng nodded slightly to Mo Yutong and said, "I'm late."

"This time I came to Qinghuan Sect to learn that the Song Qian sect was here, and I was here to help you solve the problem."

Mo Yutong was very moved when she heard this, but she soon thought of Song Minghong's cultivation level at the first level of the Divine Yuan Realm.

Although she knew that Chen Feng had good combat power, there was too much difference between the fourth level of the Soul-Shaping Realm and the first level of the Divine Yuan Realm.

So, in her opinion, Chen Feng had almost no chance of winning.

Mo Yutong immediately said, "Brother Shen, this person in the Divine Court has the first level of the Divine Yuan Realm. You can leave here quickly."

At this time, Song Minghong's aura became rushing. After he glanced at Mo Yutong, he said coldly: "Since you are here, do you think this kid can still leave alive?"

Jiang Xingxian, who was standing beside him, said: "Senior, it's just a fourth level of the Soul-Shaping Realm. Why not let me deal with him for you!"

Song Minghong waved his hand and said, "Didn't this kid just say that I will die miserably today?"

"I want to come and see his ability in person!"

After pausing for a moment, he said to Chen Feng again: "Boy, if you can take my three punches, then I will stand still today and let you kill me directly."

"This is a chance I have given you, I hope you can seize it."

His words were full of mockery, just playing with the wind.

In his own opinion, with his cultivation level of the first level of the Divine Yuan Realm, let alone three punches, it is estimated that one punch can solve Chen Feng.

The reason why he said three punches was just to avoid capsizing in the gutter. Even if people like him knew that they were confident, they had to be more cautious.

Therefore, these three punches were spoken only after he was cautious.

Song Minghong didn't care whether Chen Feng would agree or not. The momentum of the Divine Yuan Realm on his body began to become thicker and thicker.

In the eyes of everyone, Song Minghong burst out the first punch without hesitation.

This punch does not contain any moves, but the power is extremely powerful. The fist wind is howling in the air, and the terrifying fist force swept towards the sunny wind.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!——"

The stone bricks on the square burst one after another, and finally extended all the way to the position where Chen Feng stood.

In Mo Yutong's worried gaze, Chen Feng was swallowed up in the bursting stone bricks, and countless dust and particles were scattered.

Although everyone could not see clearly what Chen Feng was doing, in the eyes of Jiang Xingxian, Jiang Xiusheng and others, Chen Feng could not stop this punch with his cultivation level of the fourth level of the Soul-Sculpting Realm.

As a half-step divine soul, Jiang Xingxian sighed in his heart about the terror of the powerful man in the Zhongshen Court, because even when he faced this punch just now, he would definitely end up seriously injured.

Mo Yuxin patted Mo Yutong on the shoulder to comfort her sister. She also knew that Chen Feng would probably not be able to survive.

"Old dog, you dare to blast out such a weak fist and look embarrassed. Don't you blush?"

The indifferent voice echoed in the square, and Chen Feng walked out of the dust safely.

Mo Yutong was immediately filled with surprise. Mo Yuxin and Mo Xianglun, who were standing beside her, had incredible expressions on their faces.

Just when Jiang Xingxian, Jiang Xiusheng and others couldn't believe it.

Song Minghong frowned tightly. As a cultivator in the Shenyuan Realm of the Central God Court, he had faced many battles.

He forced himself to stabilize his heart and quickly punched out his second punch: "Light flash kills!"

With the punch out, a dazzling light flashed by, instantly covering the wind.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying explosion sounded from the dazzling light. After the monks in the square felt the terrifying movement in the light, they were all terrified.

This is definitely a real ninth-grade combat skill.

But before they could be shocked for a long time, a dull voice came from the light: "Can you use snacks?"

"Do you want to scratch me?"

"Is it that there are wastes like you in the Zhongshen Court?"

Chen Feng walked out of the dazzling light, and a curtain energy condensed around him. This was the divine curtain of nine-grade superimposed defensive combat skills he learned in the Sea Man before.

The energy curtains around him were emitting a strong defensive power, and the eyes in his eyes were extremely calm.

At present, the dazzling light behind him gradually dissipated, and a terrifying deep pit formed there.

Therefore, it is not that Song Minghong's attack power is insufficient, but that Chen Feng's defense is too strong.

Song Minghong's body was a little tightened. He kept telling himself to calm down, and at the same time, he threw out the third punch regardless of everything.

"Tengjiao swallows demons!"

A terrifying huge dragon suddenly condensed between heaven and earth, and a little agile and terrifying power of swallowing the sky burst out from this dragon.

This is a real first-class magical power, which is said to be a magical power that a strong man once realized in a dragon.

The terrifying dragon opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Chen Feng. Song Minghong had definitely practiced this move to a level of divine similarity.

Chen Feng activated the mysterious energy in his body, making the surrounding energy curtain thicker, and there was not much change in his expression on his face.

There was a "boom".

After the terrifying dragon bombarded the energy curtain, it only caused layers of ripples in the energy curtain.

Then, the terrifying dragon ran out of its energy and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Chen Feng waved his hand and dispersed the surrounding energy curtains and said, "Three fists have passed!"

He wanted Song Minghong to slowly experience the feeling of despair. He was venting his anger for Mo Yutong!
Chapter completed!