Chapter 117: Mental loss costs (below) seeking collection

"Slow!" When the disciples of Guigui Soul Valley were about to get started, Zhang Tianshan suspended in mid-air uttered a halt, then looked at Feng Chen and asked, "You are Feng Chen?"
After Zhang Tianshan finished speaking, the hands behind him had begun to slowly gather a strong spirit. As long as Feng Chen answered yes, Zhang Tianshan would give Feng Chen the biggest and most lethal blow without hesitation. Be careful.
Feng Chen's face was indifferent, and there was a look of Taishan falling in front of him without changing his face. He didn't look up but said lightly, "Isn't that old man telling you what I'm doing today, what do I want?"
"Bold, look for death"!
The expression on Zhang Tianshan's face became distorted, and a roar, because Feng Chen had confirmed his identity without any doubt.
call out! Zhang Tianshan's strong and invigorating energy in his hands, gently pushed Feng Feng. The speed is extreme, releasing an amazing killing intention.
"Hum, so stubborn!"
Feng Chen had a smile on his face, and didn't take Zhang Tianshan's blow in his heart at all. With one wave of one hand, Zhang Tianshan's attack was completely resolved by Feng Chen.
"What, this is impossible"! Suspended in the air, the four took a cool breath, and their faces were gloomy.
This is not easy! This is all the thoughts in the hearts of the four. They can understand how powerful Zhang Tianshan ’s blow was just now. Even if the person who cultivated on the first floor during the refining period does not die, he will be seriously injured. Rao is the few of them who want to take Zhang Tianshan It was not so easy and calm.
"Give you another chance, what about my stuff?"
Feng Chen said again, the voice was very low, with a bit of chill, and the surrounding temperature began to drop slowly with this sentence.
"Hm, Feng Chen, I didn't expect you to come. The ancient grass martial arts haven't settled with you yet. I'll send it to you. I ask you, where is the grass? Handed over with the elixir, maybe we can let you go. "Chaotianmen heard the head, suppressed the anger in his heart, with a icy killing in his eyes.
In the world of ancient martial arts where resources are so scarce, anyone who sees the cultivation resources will be jealous. Of course, the heads are no exception. Besides, Feng Chen is still a treasure mountain. If Feng Chen is aware of the current affairs, he must keep it sealed. Life, let him work for the heavenly gate, if you do not know the current affairs, then only kill it.
The disciples below were in an uproar. It turned out that the person standing in front of them turned out to be the one who had previously stolen the ancient grass.
"It's really a group of human-faced beasts. I am mainly here to settle an account with Guigu Valley. It has nothing to do with you. I don't want to work with you. As for the spirit grass, hehe ... I borrowed it from you. I have said Can't you pay back? "
Feng Chen smiled lightly and made the stealing Lingcao so fresh and refined.
"Huh, Feng Chen, even if you say that you broke the sky today, that you broke the ground, and you don't give up the magic herb, do you think you can go?"
Wu Xuanmen Qiu Yi Gua disdain, the abacus in his heart and the master of Chaotianmen are undoubted.
"I have no time to talk to you here. I'm here mainly to talk to Guigu Valley. If you insist on doing this and you want to step in, it's no wonder I am!"
"Let's go ... let's go!"
After Feng Chen finished speaking, it seemed that the little guy in his pocket felt the anger in Feng Chen's heart and called twice. With a hint of doubt in his eyes, he raised his small head and snarled at the people in the air.
When the little guy appeared, Fan Tong quickly hid behind Feng Chen, but he knew what the little guy was really good about.
Fan Tong has only now begun to recognize the situation. This is the group of masters who do not blink, and look at these people with a bit of coldness.
Immediately, there were some gloats in his eyes, and he was pessimistic for these people. He knew that his boss was a man, and that he was not arrogant in doing things or talking. The prerequisite was not to provoke him. Once he was angered, he would show no mercy.
"Boy, look for death"! There was an exclamation among the crowd below, and the son of the master of the Tianmen Gate was famously roared, and then his hands turned into claws, rushing towards Feng Chen.
"Let's go ... let's go!" The little guy kept jumping around Feng Chen's shoulders, seeming to be asking Feng Chen for an exit.
"Don't kill yourself!" Feng Chen touched the little guy's small head and smiled slightly.
"call out"! A white afterimage ...
"Snapped"!
Known as the big disciple of Chaotianmen in the ancient martial arts world, he naturally wanted to perform well. At the moment of his excitement, he only felt a sudden pain in his cheeks, and then his brain was "humming" all of a sudden, and then he was People seemed to see only a white shadow passing by, and then fell heavily to the ground!
"Woohoo!" The well-known painful and horrified eyes widened, as if he was alive, look at Feng Chen, Feng Chen did not move, or in the original position, is it the white little beast.
The head of Chaotianmen, Wen Yuan, watched his son be knocked to the ground, and his heart was so angry that he could no longer suppress it.
Several people stared at each other and nodded. Except for Fan Hui, Zhang Tianshan made a fist with both hands and dived down from mid-air. The previous blow used only six layers of force, and this time it was ten layers of force.
Zhang Tianshan exudes a strong sense of killing and warfare, which makes people tremble.
There was a flash of light in Feng Chen's eyes, but there was no trace of killing on his body. Is it a crime to take the six-story building of the base period as the face of the three training periods?
Now that you are here, let ’s teach a few people, and do n’t always think of your boss as a coward.
Feng Chen slowly raised his right hand, his face was cold, and Zhenyuan was flowing in his hand, which contained a natural sense of oppression.
The practitioners felt the powerful momentum of Feng Chen, only felt that the chest was suffocating and they were about to suffocate. The practitioners who were shallow were almost insecure.
"What a strong combat intention? What a strong momentum? Who is this person?" The same sighs appeared in the hearts of practitioners in the field.
"Woohoo ..." There was a sharp breaking sound in the sky.
At this moment, Feng Chen moved, and saw Feng Chen flashing, then returned to the original place.
"Snapped"! A harsh, crisp sound.
Zhang Tianshan, who was rushing head-on, was directly slaped by Feng Chen and fell to the ground, and a bright red slap fingerprint appeared on his face.
"Impossible, this is impossible"! Zhang Tianshan was lying on the ground exclaiming, seemingly disbelieving everything that happened in front of him. The few people suspended in the sky also widened their eyes and took a breath of cold air.
All the disciples opened their eyes and were shocked.
But when they saw that their head was directly slapped to the ground by a slap, the shock caused them to lose control for a while, causing the breath to be exposed.
Slap.
Just a slap is to shoot the head of Gui soul valley to the ground. Such a scene makes them believe how to accept it.