Wang Teng smiled, revealing a row of brilliant teeth.

Seeing his smile, Jiang Ming flashed like a ferocious beast-like cold light in his eyes, and realized that begging for mercy was impossible. A sinister cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, stabbing Wang Teng's chest like lightning.

His attack was vicious and vicious, and ordinary people would definitely suffer a great loss.

Unfortunately, Wang Teng had been prepared for a long time.

His face remained unchanged. He grabbed his wrist, looked at the cold dagger, and sneered: "It's stubborn." His palm twisted and a click, Jiang Ming's entire arm immediately twisted like a plastic tube.

The severe pain from his arm made Jiang Ming scream miserably, and he lay on the ground, sweating profusely.

Wang Teng kicked him away more than ten meters away, smashing a rock, where smoke and dust rose, buried Jiang Ming in, and could vaguely hear his painful screams.

At this point, the surroundings immediately became silent.

The disciples who originally followed Duan Hong were all dumbfounded. They only felt that this slapman was too domineering, and even the three geniuses were no match for them.

Shen Jianing was lying on the ground, bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and was rubbed by Wang Teng's fist, which made her seriously injured. Seeing this scene, she was also a little dumbfounded. If it were before, she could not believe that the three of them had taken the joint action and were defeated by a small servant. It was like a fantasy.

Looking at the tall and slender boy standing there in a daze, Duan Hong couldn't help swallowing. Only then did he realize how special this little servant was. He also thought that before, he wanted to fight the beast blood pill alone, and there was a chill behind him for no reason, and he was still scared. This guy... couldn't judge it by common sense.

"What happened?" The movement here attracted many disciples to gather around.

Someone said, "Who made you like this?" A silver-haired man walked out, tall and mighty, his pupils were emitting brilliant silver brilliance, and his weapon was majestic.

Wang Teng narrowed his eyes, and could sense a faint dangerous fluctuation spreading in his body. It was even stronger than Shen Jianing and others. After pondering for a while, he said, "What are you?"

"Bold, I can't even treat you when I see Senior Brother Han Feng." The disciple behind the silver-haired man shouted.

"Han Feng?" Wang Teng was puzzled.

"Yes, he is the 40th senior brother in our Beifeng." Someone said arrogantly.

Wang Teng's pupils suddenly shrank, thinking that he was ranked 40th, which was extraordinary. No wonder the aura in his body was much stronger than Shen Jianing and others.

"What happened to this junior brother?" Han Feng smiled lightly, his temperament was extraordinary.

Wang Teng pointed at Shen Jianing and others and said casually: "Why don't you ask them?"

Seeing Han Feng's gaze coming, Shen Jianing couldn't help but lower his head in shame.

"Senior Brother..." Wu Xiong got up, looked willing to do anything, and gritted his teeth and said, "This kid is wrong. Not only will he hurt us, but he also humiliated us. You are here just right, so you must uphold justice for us."

Han Feng frowned and said, "You are extremely powerful, how could you be injured by a serious disciple?"

"This..." Wu Xiong immediately turned awkwardly and said embarrassedly: "This kid is a bit unsimple, he is very crazy and does not take us old students seriously at all. We caught him off guard and then he said."

Although Han Feng didn't understand what was going on, he looked at the embarrassing expressions of Wu Xiong, Shen Jianing and others, and he also vaguely guessed that these old foxes were probably bullying the new disciples, but they ended up being mentioned on the iron plate.

He couldn't help but look at Wang Teng deeply. Although he didn't understand how this young servile servant hurt Wu Xiong and others, his tone was slightly deeper and said, "Junior brother, our Holy Academy is in a rank with clear discipline. As a servile servant, you shouldn't contradict many fellow brothers. Thinking that you are the first offender, apologize to them, and then the big things will turn into small things at this time. Forget it."

Wang Teng laughed and said, "These people stole my beast blood pill regardless of their identity. They are so despicable and shameless. I have taught me a lesson, and they deserve it. It is impossible for them to apologize."

Wu Xiong was furious and said, "Senior Brother, you see that this kid is unpretentious and unruly, so he should be beaten."

Han Feng could not have imagined that a slap disciple would dare to openly confront him. He smiled faintly, and a hint of cold air was overflowing, and said, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll also learn some of my junior brother's skills."

Speaking of this, the body surface emits a faint majesty, spreading around in a wavy shape.

Wang Teng's eyes narrowed slightly. Although this aura was still at the tenth level of King Wu, it was even stronger than Wu Xiong and others. It was obvious that he had broken through the tenth level for at least several years.

"If you want to do it, come on." He sneered, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Look at the move." Han Feng slapped Wang Teng with a palm. The violent energy immediately stirred up a strong wind around, flying sand and stones.

Wu Xiong, Shen Jianing, Duan Hong and others all sneered slightly. I expected that no matter how much the latter jumped around, it would be impossible for Senior Brother Han Feng to be the opponent. As if I had seen his next defeat, I was very happy.

"Bang!" But just as their thoughts fell, the sneer that had not yet faded on their faces suddenly solidified.

Wang Teng also slapped out with his palm. After the two met in the void, a thunder erupted and dissipated.

"Stop it?" Seeing that Wang Teng didn't even step away, Feng Qingyun stood there calmly. Wu Xiong and others were a little surprised. They knew very well that Han Feng had broken through the tenth floor of King Wu for five years, and ordinary people could not bear his palm at all.

"Senior brother, this kid doesn't know how strange the martial arts he has practiced. He has extraordinary physique and great strength. You have to be careful." Ning Jianing reminded.

Han Feng looked at his palm, felt the slight pain, and was also very surprised, and smiled and said, "Let me see how strong your physique is."

Keng. There was an extra sword in his hand, and a sword stabbed, and the red clouds lingered. The sharp sword energy was no problem to cut gold and jade.

Wang Teng fought with him with his pure body. After fusing with the Earth Qi Iron, his physique had long been perverted, and even the sharp blades of divine weapons were difficult to cut off.

I could only hear the sound of metal collisions, and Mars flew everywhere, and the sword slashed on Wang Teng's body, and it could not be cut open.

Han Feng frowned, and the surprise in his heart was extremely strong. Even though he was knowledgeable, traveled to many countries, and saw countless strange people, he never thought that someone could train his body to such a strong and terrifying level. He felt that the young man in front of him was like a flesh and blood body, like an iron warrior, invincible.

After this battle, even his arms were trembling slightly, and he even felt like he couldn't hold the sword...

Wang Teng was actually not feeling well. The other party's realm was too high, and many people's energy had penetrated into his body, causing his five internal organs to tremble and feel extremely colic. If this continues, he will definitely suffer very serious internal injuries.
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