The four left Qingmei Garden and walked towards the Wushuang Sect Mountain Gate in the center of the city.

Wushuang City rules, the speed in the city is prohibited from exceeding the speed of a first-level warrior. However, with Yan Qingmei's status, he naturally does not have to be restricted by this rule. The distance of thousands of miles is only a moment for several people, and soon everyone stood outside the mountain gate of Wushuang Sect.

Under Yan Qingmei's leadership, the four of them entered the Wushuang Sect's mountain gate together. Once Yan Qingmei's figure appeared, it naturally attracted a series of eager gazes. Obviously, among the disciples of Wushuang Sect, there are also many admirers of Yan Qingmei.

The Yan sisters had long been accustomed to all this, and ignored everyone along the way. They took Lin Feng directly to a mountain and entered a huge pavilion.

"It's Fairy Qingmei!" The two elders of Wushuang Sect who were guarding the ancient teleportation array quickly stood up and said in a row.

Yan Qingmei's personal identity and status have far surpassed them, not to mention that she has the literary name of the No. 1 talented woman in Xiaozhou. The two elders looked at Yan Qingmei's expression and were as attentive as they were.

"Elder Wen, Elder He." Yan Qingmei pointed his head lightly and smiled faintly, "These two are my friends. I want to borrow the ancient teleportation array of the sect. I will use it now. I will be responsible for the Yuanshi. Do you have any questions?"

"No problem, we will start the ancient teleportation array immediately." Elder Wen smiled and said repeatedly, "Since he is a friend of Fairy Qingmei, even if there is any problem, it will be fine, haha!"

Another elder He also smiled and said, "It only takes some time to open the ancient teleportation array, and Fairy Qingmei needs to wait for a while."

"I'm here to go!" Yan Qingmei nodded lightly, "Let's go out and wait, and be ready to call us."

"Okay! OK!" The two elders of the Wushuang Sect nodded repeatedly.

Yan Qingmei said silently and turned around and walked out of the pavilion.

Lin Feng knew that Yan Qingmei didn't want to show off her identity, and thought to himself that this woman was conscious of others and was silent, waiting for the teleportation array to open.

"Sister Qingmei, you are back!" A surprise voice sounded on the side of the mountain, and then a figure flashed, and a young man appeared in front of the pavilion.

The young man was tall and handsome, with a very arrogant face between his eyebrows, and had the strength of a level 6 warrior. Looking at Yan Qingmei's young man's face was bloody and laughed repeatedly: "Sister Qingmei, you have lived in Qingmei Garden for a long time and have been with literati and poets. You have never returned to the mountain gate to live. I am back today, but you are a rare guest, haha!"

"Haha!" Yan Qinghan laughed twice in the voice of the young man, and curled his lips, "Zhou Tong, you can also call these two words "Sister"? Did you forget the last time I was beaten by my elder brother so soon?"

"A beautiful lady, are gentlemen good friends? I don't remember what everyone said, but I remember these two sentences clearly." Zhou Tong smiled indifferently, "Sister Qinghan, you said that among our Wushuang Sect, besides your two brothers, the most powerful personal disciple is me! The head of the sect has already said that Sister Qingmei's husband can only be selected within the sect. Maybe one day, I will become your brother-in-law, haha!"

"Zhou Tong, if you say this again, your past friendship will be wiped out!" Yan Qingmei's face suddenly darkened, and she looked at Zhou Tong and said coldly.

"Sister, why bother to be angry? I won't let it go?" Zhou Tong smiled, "But sister, don't be shy. Sooner or later, you are my person and you can't escape."

"Zhou Tong!" A flame flashed in Yan Qingmei's starry eyes, and a sword light suddenly flashed, and a delicate long sword was already on Zhou Tong's neck.

What a fast sword! Lin Feng's eyes moved slightly. Yan Qingmei's strength was far beyond his expectations.

The cold sword tip cut the skin, and a wisp of blood oozed out from Zhou Tong's neck. Zhou Tong's face turned pale and said, "Sister Qingmei, what are you doing? If you have something to say, why do you do it at any time!"

"Next time I'll cut off your head." Yan Qingmei's pretty face tightened and said coldly, "Also, don't call me Sister Qingmei. Just shout another word, I'll cut off your tongue, I'll do what I say!"

After saying that, Yan Qingmei waved her hand, withdrew her long sword, stood in front of Lin Feng, and whispered: "Qingmei is reckless, fortunately, don't laugh."

"It's okay." Lin Feng smiled faintly.

"Who are you? You are not a disciple of our Wushuang Sect, why do you appear here!" Zhou Tong touched his neck with some gratitude, looked at Yan Qingmei's look of lowering his eyebrows in front of Lin Feng, and suddenly a burst of anger rose in his chest, pointing at Lin Feng and shouting in a deep voice.

"He is Lin Feng and Lin, and the person I admire most. Zhou Tong, compared with Lin, you are not worthy of carrying shoes to Lin. You dare to even make a fool of my sister. Don't dream about Lin Feng's answer!" Yan Qinghan curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Qinghan!" Yan Qing frowned.

Lin Feng's face was calm, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. Yan Qinghan's words were too straightforward.

"So it's you!" Zhou Tong's face darkened. He looked at Lin Feng carefully, recognized Lin Feng's identity, and snorted coldly, "Who am I supposed to be? It turned out to be the barbarian from Tiannan. The magic snails were blowing sounds, and he actually claimed to be on par with everyone in the village. He was so embarrassed that he was so proud of his fame and reputation!"

"What did you say?" Xue Nu's face turned cold, and the short knife had appeared in her hand.

"Hmph, am I wrong?" Zhou Tong was jealous and said sneered, "Writing two poems is everyone. There are too many people in Xiaozhou! Poetry and songs are ultimately a trick of carving and essays. They can't be put on the table. Only your own strength is serious. I will crush you with just one finger! If I hadn't looked at Qingmei's sister... Uh, Qingmei's face, you wouldn't want to leave my Wushuang Sect alive today!"

"Do you want to compete with my brother Lin?" Yan Qinghan said with a funny look, "Lin, everyone, went to the Eastern Wilderness tribes alone, destroyed the Minoan city-state with one hand, and killed Agamemnon, the first knight of Minoan city-state with one sword. Have you ever had such a record?"

"The tribes of the Eastern Wilderness, people from the Transformation, what kind of people like Agamemnon? If I go, killing ten or eight with one sword is not a problem." Zhou Tong sneered, "Lin Feng, Southern Barbarians, since you are so powerful, how dare you take my sword?"

"Okay." Lin Feng nodded lightly.

Since someone came to the door and was slapped in the face, he naturally had to cooperate with him. Now his soul has changed and his mentality is completely different. He no longer wants to endure and keep a low profile. When it is time to take action, he naturally has to take action.

Zhou Tong sneered. He was extremely confident about his strength, but he didn't believe that Lin Feng's strength would surpass him.

"Show your weapon!" Zhou Tong held the void and a long sword full of ancient meaning was in his hand. With a sword in his hand, his momentum surged, and he shouted coldly.

"I won't use weapons to deal with you." Lin Feng smiled faintly.

"Looking for death!" Zhou Tong gritted his teeth in anger, "Since I want to die, I will fulfill you!" After saying that, he suddenly cut through the void with a sword and slashed down towards Lin Feng!

Lin Feng smiled coldly, took a slight punch and slammed his shoulders and slammed it into Zhou Tong's long sword.

The iron fist was so fast that it was almost indescribable that it instantly landed on Zhou Tong's long sword, and a huge force burst out from the fist and pressed towards Zhou Tong.

"Crack!"

Zhou Tong's long sword broke into two pieces in an instant, his front chest was slightly sunk, and he screamed and flew out like lightning. His body was still in the air, and blood was squirting wildly!

Lin Feng smiled indifferently and casually withdrew his fist.

Now that his soul power has increased dramatically, he can see through his strength at a glance for an existence like Zhou Tong. For such an ignorant and fearless guy, Lin Feng does not use weapons at all, and can easily crush him with his powerful strength.

Because of the strength of the soul, his move was also well controlled. Zhou Tong would not die if he punched, but it shocked his internal organs. It would only take several months to fully recover.

If it weren't for this place, Lin Feng would have killed such a small character, and would not have kept his hand at all. However, this place is Wushuang Sect, and Zhou Tong is a disciple of Wushuang Sect and a fellow disciple of Yan Qingmei. This time he came to ask Yan Qingmei for help, so he naturally wanted to give Yan Qingmei a face, so he could not kill her fellow disciple in person.

"You... dare you kill me? Do you actually want to kill me?" Zhou Tong fell heavily to the ground, with a hint of fear on hissing.

Two pieces of cracked inner armor fell from his body. Zhou Tong looked at Lin Feng with a look of shock and anger. This punch was too powerful. If it weren't for the treasure-level inner armor, he would probably be killed by a punch!

This is Wushuang Sect. He is a personal disciple of Wushuang Sect, and his family is also one of the most powerful families in Wushuang Sect. Some people dare to give him such a heavy killer, and they want his life!

How could he allow such a thing to happen?

Lin Feng smiled faintly, and he naturally saw that Zhou Tong was wearing an inner armor. The power of this punch originally took into account the defense of the inner armor. However, this punch did not make this guy sober.

If this guy continued to provoke, he wouldn't mind letting him die. Now with his strength, he would no longer care about the third-level sect. After all, he had already killed two of the heads of the third-level sects.

"Come! Come! Enemy! Attack! Attack! Attack!" Zhou Tong's face showed a hint of madness and he shouted loudly.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Lin Feng's face turned cold. This time, he was really angry.

"Zhou Tong, what are you talking nonsense? You are not as skilled as others, so you rely on the power of the sect? You are so shameless!" Yan Qinghan stomped his feet and shouted.

"Zhou Tong, don't mess around!" Yan Qingmei said angrily.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Master, elders, come quickly! Kill this evil man!" Zhou Tong ignored the Yan sisters and continued to yell.

Lin Feng's face darkened, and a bronze spear had appeared in his hand.

"Die!"

The spear pierced out like lightning, and it had already pierced Zhou Tong's heart, and directly picked Zhou Tong up. Zhou Tong's shouting stopped abruptly, his face full of astonishment.

"This is... Wushuang Sect! How dare you... kill me here!"

Zhou Tong looked at Lin Feng with confusion, his body suddenly stiffened and he died of anger.

Lin Feng snorted, waved his spear and threw Zhou Tong's body to the ground.

At this time, figures flew over from all over the place and fell outside the pavilion.

"Enemy attack! Where is the enemy?"

"What happened? What's going on?"

Looking at Zhou Tong's corpse on the ground, the strong men showed surprise on their faces and said in chaos.
Chapter completed!