Chapter 1182： Hurry up, I'm busy!

"Then, every time I ravage their sisters, I will let you watch them."

As he said, he laughed triumphantly, and those Zixiafeng disciples also joined in one after another:

"Senior Brother Lin is a must, this little boy will never live as good as die every day."

"Haha, that's right, he can see that he can't eat, seeing the woman he likes being treated like Brother Lin, what it's like...tsk."

With murderous intent in Chen Feng's eyes, he said lightly: "Have you finished talking? Let's start the fight after talking!"

Lin Zhengdong said coldly: "Okay!"

Everyone else gave way to a clearing.

Chen Feng wanted to challenge Lin Zhengdong's news and spread it in the core square at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, almost all the core disciples knew this time, and soon there were thousands of people around, all of whom were looking forward to the duel.

"You said, who can win?"

"Still need to say, that must be Senior Brother Lin, who is known as the first person under the first seat, that is a mid-Tianhai Realm master!"

"Not necessarily, I think Chen Feng is not weak."

One person retorted, "Do you remember? A few months ago, Chen Feng killed Tu Yuwu so easily!"

"Hey, Tu Yuwu is a fart? Can you compare with Brother Lin? Tu Yuwu is a master of the Heavenly Lake realm, and Senior Brother Lin is a master of the mid-Tianhai realm, and his strength is much higher than that of Tu Yuwu!"

"Although Tu Yuwu is also one of the so-called top ten disciples, he is actually the first one out of the top ten disciples, and Brother Lin can at least rank in the top three!"

"Chen Feng's ability to kill the Heavenly Lake Realm master indicates that his strength should have also reached the Heavenly Lake Realm, but it is far from the Heavenly Sea Realm."

"Yes, I think so, Brother Lin should be able to solve him within two or three moves."

"Haha," a person looked down upon Chen Feng with extreme disdain, and said, "A couple of tricks? I think Chen Feng will be killed if he can't stop even one trick!"

"Chen Feng, I remember that your weapon is a knife." Lin Zhengdong looked at Chen Feng and said coldly: "Take your knife out!"

Chen Feng glanced at him, curled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and said faintly: "Do you still need a knife to deal with you?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhengdong's expression immediately changed. He looked at Chen Feng and said coldly, "Okay, Chen Feng, you are very arrogant, you successfully angered me!"

"I tell you, next, I will show you the consequences of angering me!"

Chen Feng smiled slightly: "What are the consequences?"

"The consequence of irritating me is death!" Lin Zhengdong roared and jumped into the air, and his fists hit Chen Feng fiercely with great momentum.

Both fists were in the air, blasting out the shadow of the sky.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, standing still, with his left hand behind him, stretched out his right hand, and patted it with a light palm.

With a loud bang, Chen Feng's right palm and Lin Zhengdong's fists slammed together.

Chen Feng stood on the original ground without changing his color, with a slight smile still on his face, while Lin Zhengdong was directly volleyed into the air, flew out several tens of meters, staggering to the ground.

There was a flush of red on his face, and he took a deep breath before spitting out blood.

He looked at Chen Feng, his face was full of anger, and he yelled in disbelief: "You, how come your palm is so powerful?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly, looked at him and said, "It's not that my palm is strong, but you are too weak."

When the people around heard it, they all made a burst of laughter.

Many people also showed shocked expressions on their faces: "This Chen Feng's palm strength is so strong, you know that Lin Zhengdong is two small realms higher than him!"

"It's really unexpected. It seems that Chen Feng's strength should have improved during this period of time outside."

"So what?" The person who looked at Chen Feng before, with a smudge flashing on his face, said with a bitter expression on his face: "Lin Zhengdong's best at it is not the palm technique, but the sword technique."

"As long as he shoots the sword, Chen Feng will definitely die!"

"Yes." Many people nodded in agreement.

The most commendable thing about Lin Zhengdong is his swordsmanship, which is said to have been appreciated by the first Yunling master who connected to Tianfeng, saying that his swordsmanship is extremely exquisite.

Chen Feng suddenly turned around and looked at the person who despised him.

He immediately recognized who this person was. It turned out to be Lin Ming.

Chen Feng looked at Lin Ming, slapped his hand lightly twice a few tens of meters away, smiled and said, "I will hit you in the face a lot."

Lin Ming's face instantly rose like pig liver.

Looking at Chen Feng, Lin Zhengdong showed a trace of unconvinced expression on his face and said, "Chen Feng, what I am really good at is swordsmanship rather than applause."

"The trick just now is to use 30% of my power. Next, I will use swordsmanship. I can kill you by using 70% of my power!"

Chen Feng waved his hand impatiently and said, "Blam me? Then you can use your sword. Did I stop you? Hurry up, I'm busy!"

This attitude made Lin Zhengdong furious, he roared sharply, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

His long sword is five feet long, but it is extremely thin and thin, only as wide as a finger, and looks like a poisonous snake.

A sword pierced out, instantly glorious, and the sun shone.

This sword seemed to have countless silver snakes stabbing Chen Feng.

Chen Feng felt that in all directions, he was full of long swords, and the long sword refracted the sunlight, dazzling his own eyes, and couldn't tell from which direction the attack came.

Among the audience, there was an older core disciple who smiled and said, "Lin Zhengdong's trick of the ten thousand snake silver lightsaber has really reached the limit."

"He stabbed with this sword, there are as many as thousands of swords, and very cleverly used the sword to reflect the sunlight, using the light to confuse the enemy's eyes."

"It can make it impossible for the enemy to judge where the long sword stabbed, and cannot resist it at all."

"Yes," the person next to him said in an interface: "Chen Feng can't stop this sword at all, I guess he will be pierced directly by a sword!"

Many people nodded, especially Lin Ming, with a smug smile on his face, shouting loudly, "Brother Lin, kill him!"

Lin Zhengdong laughed triumphantly: "Chen Feng, you can't tell where my sword came from."

"I have practiced this ten thousand snake silver lightsaber for five full years, how can you resist it?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I really can't tell where this piece came from?"

The look on his face is still calm, and Lin Zhengdong seems to feel even more angry in this scene, and he shouts coldly: "Chen Feng, stop pretending, I know you are pretending to be calm."