Everyone present didn't expect that someone would try to get close to Ling Feng at this time. One had to know that they had over ten thousand people on their side. Ten thousand against one was a sure-win situation. No matter how powerful Ling Feng was, he was still a single person. Even if an ant were to bite an elephant, he would still be exhausted to death. At this time, there were actually people standing on Ling Feng's side. Could it be that they were tired of living?
"Brother Dali, you …" Hu Ziming was stunned. He thought that Hong Dali might be here to watch the show, but now, someone went to the other side. Something was not right. Cang Yulong and Jiang Lixue were surprised too. They said, "Brother Dali, this is not the time to joke around. Come back!"
Hong Dali was someone who could understand the Wordless Heavenly Book, especially since he had written out the moves and even sold them. No one wanted to die here just like that. Therefore, those who knew about Hong Dali's miraculous skills calmed down and decided to wait and see what would happen next.
"This little brother is quite arrogant." Ling Feng looked at Hong Dali and wasn't angry. He was just a little surprised when he looked at the Goddess of Wisdom. Obviously, he felt that the Goddess of Wisdom was someone he had never seen in his life. However, a Heavenly Lord was a Heavenly Lord after all. After a slight surprise, he smiled and said, "Do you know our Grandmaster?"
Wushen Palace was created by Yun Qingfeng, but it was during Tang Zhen's time that he became famous. Therefore, it was right for Ling Feng to call Tang Zhen "Grandmaster".
Most of the people present knew Tang Zhen's name. He was the number one expert thousands of years ago. His achievements were unparalleled. But according to the time, it was impossible for Hong Dali to be related to Tang Zhen.
"Hehe, this matter is a little complicated. But … "Hong Dali winked at Ling Feng and whispered," But I have indeed seen him before. Hehe. "
"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was very soft, and Ling Feng didn't ask much after hearing it. He only softly said, "That's interesting. Alright, then stand behind me, in case you get hurt later." He didn't seem to care about the 10,000 plus Pugilistic World experts in front of him at all.
After settling Hong Dali, he stepped forward and said, "If you have anything else to say, say it. If not, make your move now. I hate trouble."
"Amitabha, excellent, excellent. Almsgiver Ling sure is carefree. Fine, although this old monk is not talented, it is just like what Almsgiver Ling said, this is just the skill of words, it is annoying. Why don't this old monk throw out a brick to attract jade and exchange a few moves with Benefactor Ling? What do you think? "
The person who spoke was a big monk with nine ring scars on his head. His white eyebrows almost reached the corners of his mouth, and a string of dark red wooden beads around his neck. His face was full of benevolence, and he had the demeanor of an eminent monk. He was also one of the few people who were not affected by Ling Feng's kick.
Ling Feng looked at the monk and nodded his head slightly, expressing his approval. He smiled and said, "Master is a sensible person. Master Bao Lai's eyebrows have already reached the corners of his lips. Your cultivation of the Zen Neon Light Scroll is also very high. May I know who Master Bao Lai is to you? "
The big monk put his palms together and bowed to Ling Feng, saying, "Amitabha, it is my benevolent master. I am Master's first disciple, and my Dharma name is Yuan Mie. "
Ling Feng hummed and said, "I have always admired Master Bao Lai's character."
Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you, Almsgiver Ling, for your praise."
Ling Feng continued, "Since Master Yuan Mie is Master Bao Lai's disciple, I will be bullying you if I fight you." As he spoke, Ling Feng stretched out his leg and drew a circle on the ground, then slowly stood in it. He smiled and said, "Today, I will let you use only one hand. As long as you can force me out of this circle, I will admit defeat. How about that?"
His circle was drawn casually, but it left a deep mark on the hard granite ground. The surrounding ground was covered in stone powder, and everyone present gasped when they saw it.
Master Yuan Mie chanted "Amitabha" again and said, "Thank you, Almsgiver Ling, for showing mercy. Be careful."
After saying that, Master Yuan Mie's internal energy surged, and rainbow-like rays of light appeared in his eyes and eyebrows. This was the eighth level of the Zen Neon Light Scroll that he cultivated, the Neon Light Divine Light. He drew a semicircle with his right palm and struck Ling Feng, who was standing in the circle. The surrounding internal energy surged, and the palm wind almost tore the air apart, leaving a huge palm print in the air.
The palm didn't stop there. Yuan Mie took a step forward, his right palm forming another semicircle. This second palm energy was faster and more urgent than the first. The two palm energies merged together, forming an even larger palm imprint that struck towards Ling Feng!
This was one of the most powerful moves in the Zen Neon Light Scroll. It was called Neon Light Stacked Palms. Every time a palm was stacked, the power would double. Yuan Mie's two palms stacked together was equivalent to two Yuan Mies attacking Ling Feng at the same time. The power was unimaginable.
Seeing that the huge palm print was about to hit Ling Feng, Hong Dali suddenly said softly, "Yuan Mie lost."
As if to complement Hong Dali's words, Ling Feng moved at the same time.
The entire Wushen Palace square instantly quietened down.
In everyone's eyes, they could only see Heaven Lord Ling Feng's seemingly extremely slow movements, every minute movement of his body.
Including the corners of his clothes. Including every strand of his hair. Even Ling Feng's slightly narrowed eyes.
Ling Feng placed his left hand behind his back and slowly raised his right hand. He aimed at the center of Yuan Mie's palm print and lightly tapped it.
His internal energy surged.
The huge palm print could not move an inch forward in front of Ling Feng's finger.
"Pop."
A soft sound like a bubble bursting rang out, and the incomparably large and powerful Neon Light Stacked Palms strangely disappeared in the air just like that.
Yuan Mie took a step back, his face pale. A trace of red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Ling Feng did not move an inch.
Almost everyone present could not believe their eyes.
Master Yuan Mie, who was ranked at least in the top ten among the tens of thousands of people present, could not even take one move from Ling Feng and was defeated and injured.
Hong Dali nodded and said, "Hehe, it's indeed this move." Hong Dali had seen the scene of Tang Zhen fighting with the Demon King previously. The scene was similar, but the power was incomparable.
After defeating Yuan Mie in one move, Ling Feng turned around and looked at Hong Dali. He asked curiously, "Have you really seen Grandmaster Tang Zhen before?"
"En, let's put it this way." Hong Dali smiled and nodded. "Brother Tang and I have a good relationship. He even taught me a set of martial arts called the 'Primordial Blood Emperor Log.' But I did not practice it, hehe …"
Hong Dali's words caused an uproar!
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