Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng took a deep breath, the qi in his body circulated, forcing himself to kneel to the ground without being pressed, but straightened his chest more and more, his spine was like a javelin.

Chen Feng looked around, no more than a hundred people were able to stand up like him.

Shen Yanbing's cultivation level is obviously not enough to resist, but she firmly grasped the giant sword, and then desperately straightened her back, raised her head forward, and her face was full of unyielding meaning.

The expression on his face is stubborn and arrogant.

Beside him, Luo Chen's face was extremely calm, and he didn't even have an expression on his teeth.

But his gaze was extremely firm, staring coldly forward, as if nothing could stop his determination.

He was trembling all over, and he obviously tried his best to withstand this pressure.

Chen Feng also saw that there were more than ten people in the crowd, and it seemed effortless to resist.

Chen Feng's heart suddenly stunned, obviously these people are not inferior to him.

The purple-robed old man, seeing the alternate disciple who knelt on the ground, looked at those who were still standing, and laughed:

"It seems that this year's seedlings are not bad, there are so many people who can bear my pressure! Good, good!"

Chen Feng heard what he said, and he was the one who made the huge sound just now to make everyone come here to gather.

The old man smiled, and the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, those who were kneeling all stood up, and some of them were unable to regain their strength and sat down on the ground.

Many people were sweating, panting heavily, looking at the purple-robed old man with quite frightened eyes.

How powerful is the purple-robed old man?

With such a tyrannical cultivation base, just relying on momentum alone can crush thousands of the proud of heaven and kneel to the ground!

In fact, the old man did this in order to give them a good start.

Being selected into the Ziyang Sword Field, he was the pride of heaven among his original sect and family, and he was always arrogant and very difficult to manage.

Give them a good start and let them see how powerful Ziyang Sword Field is.

After everyone returned to normal, the purple-robed old man said in a deep voice: "Now, everyone, all board the flying boat."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue-robed disciple who followed him shouted loudly: "Jingangmen, Danyang County Chengsun's family, Qingmumen, three sects, come to me."

Hearing that, dozens of people walked out from the crowd, then walked towards this disciple, and boarded the flying boat next to him. The disciple kept shouting loudly to let a certain group of people board. Get on the flying boat next to him.

Soon, Chen Feng also heard someone shouting the words Qian Yuanzong.

Chen Feng and Shen Yanbing immediately walked over there.

Here, I had to say goodbye to Luo Chen.

Luo Chen has no school or faction, and does not belong to any family, belongs to the category of scattered people, and is not together with Chen Feng.

Chen Feng and the two came to the flying boat.

The flying boat hovered at a distance of about 20 meters from the surface. If it was too weak, it would not be able to jump up.

For Chen Feng and Shen Yanbing, there is no relationship.

The two swept upward, which was easy for Chen Feng.

However, just as Chen Feng was about to skim on the flying boat, suddenly, above his head, a stern shout full of jokes came: "Get out of here!"

Then, Chen Feng felt a tremendous force and pressed his head towards him.

If he were to be an ordinary person, he would be beaten immediately, and maybe he would be seriously injured.

But Chen Feng's strength is by no means ordinary.

He took a deep breath, swelling, and blasted out with a heavy palm.

This palm is a six-dragon maneuver!

Liulong whirled out, and a huge cyclone appeared on the left side of his body out of thin air.

Then Chen Feng sighed, his body as light as a fallen leaf.

His body was sucked by the huge suction power of Liulong's whirlwind, and he floated directly to the side.

The huge force that was pressing down on the head hit the air, while Chen Feng was floating, seeming to be extremely light and drew a circle in the air, and landed firmly on the flying boat.

Chen Feng looked cold and looked at the person in front of him.

It was this blue-robed youth who hit himself with a palm just now.

This blue-robed young man, about twenty-three or four years old, had a playful smile on his face at this time, his face was full of pride, and he looked at himself with some disdain.

Chen Feng said coldly: "Who are you? I have no grievances with you, why did you attack me just now?"

The young man did not answer him, but looked at him and said coldly, "You are Chen Feng, right?"

Chen Feng hadn't spoken yet. At this time, another young man swept up from below. After seeing the blue-robed young man, he was overjoyed and shouted, "Brother!"

The blue-robed youth looked at him with a slight smile on his mouth.

After Chen Feng saw the face of the person who had just swept on the flying boat, his expression became colder and murderous!

It turned out that it was Liu Luobin who had just caught the flying boat!

Liu Luobin walked quickly to the blue-robed youth, pointed at Chen Feng with a bitter expression on his face, and said, "Brother, it's him, it's Chen Feng!"

"This little bastard, he humiliated me many times in the restaurant! Killed all our guards, and killed all our mounts!"

The wicked Liu Luobin first filed a complaint. It was obvious that he was the first to provoke Chen Feng. At this time, in his mouth, Chen Feng took the initiative to look for trouble and killed all his guards and mounts.