Chapter 1840: Nanping Island first battle

"Let's say, you lied to me and wanted to do something? What happened in the room?"
Qin Feng not only used the knowledge of God to sweep into the atmosphere of a monk in the late Ming Dynasty. He also swept hundreds of holy kings and Buddhas, and even a few faint monks. He was puzzled for a while. If the people in this room were the forces of Wang Xiu, it is reasonable to say that he would not want to let himself go.
"I advise you to ask the kid not to ask so much, before the old man did not change his mind, immediately bastard!" Wang Xiu Dawei.
Qin Feng's face was cold, and his body shot a strong murderousness. He killed countless people in Beishazhou. The murderous murder just appeared, as if he would condense into substance.
Wang Xiu stepped back a few steps. He looked at Qin Feng with an incredible look. He really couldn't figure out how this young boy could have such a huge killing.
"You want to lie to me, come, let me go and leave? Really, I am bully?"
Qin Feng’s voice was still floating in the same place, but he saw a golden mangling cut through the void, and instantly came to Wang Xiu’s face. Wang Xiu immediately took a shot and the real yuan palm print hit the flying sword. At the same time, he turned into a black shadow. The house flew away.
"Wang Junshi, someone is making trouble!"
Wang Xiu yelled while running, and he was already panicked. Just the simple pair just hit, he realized that he was not Qin Feng’s opponent.
The flying sword was only temporarily smashed in the direction. After the palm prints in the air dissipated, Jin Mang flashed and Feijian had appeared behind Wang Xiu.
A strong death breath quickly approached, Wang Xiu wanted to dodge, but felt a powerful demon attack appeared at the same time, his action suddenly slow, and even felt that the next second will be penetrated by the flying sword.
boom!
The sound blasted, but it wasn't the sound of the skin, and the movement was bigger.
Wang Xiu felt that the attack of the gods suddenly disappeared. His body jumped a hundred meters and landed under the row of walls.
"Teacher brother, that kid is making trouble, he is a monk from Beishazhou!"
Wang Xiugang stood firm and realized that it was Wang Jun’s brother. He was afraid after a while, if he was not in time for his brother, he was afraid that he was already dead under the sword of the other side.
A middle-aged man in a gray robe stands under the entrance of the wall. His eyes are cold. After he has looked at Qin Feng, he rushed to Wang Xiu. "It is not enough to be a shame. A Buddhist monk from Beishazhou in the district, I scared you into this virtue."
Wang Xiu grievances a grievance, he wants to say that the other side hides the strength, it is not the Buddha's light environment, but it is still not spoken. After all, Qin Feng was a monk from Beishazhou, and was chased by a North Shazhou monk, regardless of the strength of the other party. This kind of thing is a shame on Nanping Island.
"Kid, you broke it yourself, or let me do it!" Reprimanded the younger brother, Wang Jun's gaze fell back on Qin Feng, from the arrogant look can be seen, he did not put Qin Feng in his eyes.
As early as the moment the guy appeared, Qin Feng looked at him from start to finish. Qin Feng determined that this guy was the strongest owner he had recently swept with God. He thought it was the stock. The breath is the real period of the real spiritual environment, and now it seems that the other party has entered the late real world.
With Qin Feng’s current cultivation, he is invincible in the early days of the true spirits. Even if he meets the mid-term monk in the real spiritual world, he can spend more time to kill the other side, but in the late real time, he wants to kill. The other party is very difficult, and these are still in the situation of Beishazhou. Qin Feng knows the strength of Nanpingzhou monks, which is generally higher than the monks of Beishazhou.
At this time, facing a late monk in the Nanping Chau, Qin Feng was somewhat wary.
"Maybe killing you will be more laborious, but it will only be exhausting, and you want to kill me, it is just an idiotic dream!"
Although vigilant, Qin Feng will never be afraid of Wang Jun, not to mention the fact that this guy came out with a arrogant gesture, so that Qin Feng is very upset.
In one sentence, the war will be ignited. Wang Jun’s face is black and the bottom of the pot is normal. There is a burst of madness in his body.
"Teacher brother, you heard it. The ants from Beishazhou dared to be so arrogant. The teacher must teach him a meal and let him know where it is."
Wang Xiu still said that the contradiction was not deep enough, and immediately added fuel.
His voice just fell, Wang Jun took a shot in the void, the huge real yuan palm print rose, as if in the blink of an eye, he flew to Qin Feng.
Bang!
The palm of the hand was shot, leaving a deep pit on the ground. There was a golden awn on the sky, and he took the initiative to move toward Wang Jun.
"It really hides the strength, but in front of Laozi is still an ant-like existence!"
The shock of Wang Jun’s eyes flashed away. He realized that Qin Feng had already entered the real period of the real spirit. For such a young and true spiritual monk from Beishazhou, even Wang Jun felt incredible.
At the moment of his blasphemy, thousands of silver guns fell from the air, and every gun smashed through the air, making a harsh whistle, and the guns were densely overlapped, as if they were condensed into real guns.
"The real gun? Your kid is not a North Shazhou."
Under the thousands of guns, Wang Jun flashed a fluster in his eyes. He first stepped on the flying sword and evacuated. The figure just arrived in the air, and there was a loud noise on the ground standing before, and the row of walls behind it exploded. ruins.
Not only was Wang Jun shocked, but Wang Xiu was on the spot.
How rare is the weapon at the real level, even in Nanpingzhou, and Qin Feng, a monk from the North Shazhou, would have such a level of weapon? And Wang Xiu and Wang Jun can see that Qin Feng’s shaking dragon gun is still a real thing. This kid is definitely not a monk from Beishazhou.
Seeing that his source was questioned, Qin Feng was a funny man. He was originally a monk of Beishazhou, but it was quite special. After the shocking dragon gun in his hand was not long ago, the system was rewarded with a real machine. The extraction of the volume is drawn, and even if the North Shazhou is a true spiritual monk, it is difficult to get a real weapon.
"Let's say so much nonsense, no matter where I come from, it's right to kill both of you!"
Qin Feng missed a hit, once again a emptiness!
The dragon gun rang out of the dragon, and the gun body shook. Thousands of guns were shot. The guns were like rain, and the momentum was like a fierce beast. It instantly collapsed a whole row of walls.
Qin Feng didn't expect to fight until he came to Nanpingzhou, and his opponent's strength was not low. When the row of walls collapsed, the situation inside was clear.
The courtyard covers a huge area, with hundreds of rooms. The style of the building is biased towards the ancient Chinese architecture. Many people heard the movements ran out of the house and saw people outside making troubles. They immediately gathered at the gate of the city.
(End of this chapter)