"Master Pao, this kid's arrogance is what I have seen in my life. Since he is so arrogant, why don't you let me and him do something."

Ma Sanpao's eyes narrowed slightly. He instinctively felt that Lin Feng was not simple. After all, it was not a simple thing to be able to build a piece of land in such a chaotic world and make it look quite good.

"Yes, so what if it's not simple, it's a big deal in front of me, Ma Sanpao."

Ma Sanpao dispelled his doubts, he was the King of Han City.

"Accurate."

Ma Sanpao carried his hands on his back, just like a big boss.

"Come on."

The wind power psychic was very happy. He licked his mouth and came to Lin Feng fifteen steps away.

"Boy, I'll cut off your neck with one move! My wind blade! It'll be so fast that you can't see it!"

The wind-type supernatural person stretched out a finger extremely arrogantly.

"Defeat me with one move?"

Lin Feng was speechless, why was he so good at pretending to be so arrogant?

"I'm sure! I'll defeat you with one move!!"

The wind-type superpower genitalist said that a ball of air appeared in his hand, which was his ability, and the ball of air quickly became a sickle-shaped one.

"Go! Wind Blade!"

Brush!

The wind blade roared away, making waves of shrill sounds like a wolf crying and ghost howling. It sounded numb. Many people even subconsciously touched their necks. If this thing came, their necks would definitely be moved.

However, the next moment, the wind-type psychic was stunned because Lin Feng, who was originally in front of him, disappeared!!

"What? Where are people?"

“Where to see.”

Lin Feng's voice suddenly rang beside him.

“When did it appear here??”

The wind-type psychic psychic turned his head and his face changed. Lin Feng actually appeared on his side without anyone noticing. He felt his head slamming and was stunned. As a wind-type psychic, his speed was very fast, but now, this guy is faster than him! If he said he was wind, then the other party was light!!

Swish.

The next moment.

Click.

A hand fell on his neck and directly broke his neck.

The wind-type psychic person glared at his eyes, a trace of blood flowed out of his mouth, and then he died of anger.

"Bad me with one move? That's the level?"

Lin Feng threw away the other party's body like a cub.

How rare are the eighth-level supernatural beings? They are cultivated by elites in a team, but now they die so miserably and so humble. What is the difference between them and a dead dog on the roadside?

Lin Feng didn't hesitate to kill him.

Ma Sanpao's men were stunned at first, and then they all came to their senses.

"Boss Feng is dead!"

"How is this possible!"

"Boss Feng is an eighth-level psychic! He was actually killed with one move!!"

The rest of the people were stunned and furious.

Tiedan Leng Dao and others all showed their murderous intent.

"Kill him!"

"court death!"

"Who dares to touch our people will leave his body without any of them!"

Thousands of people were shouting, and the noisy sounds gathered together and soared into the sky. Fortunately, there were no zombie monsters near Laolongkou, otherwise they would be attracted.

Everyone wanted to kill Lin Feng quickly. Many of the people with guns even loaded bullets at Lin Feng.

"What? Could it be that in your opinion, this Feng Boss is only allowed to attack me and not to fight back, right? He died at my hands, so he can only say that he is a garbage that is not as skilled as humans! Killing people! Kill them all!"

"What a murderer who kills you all!!"

Ma Sanpao raised his hands, and everyone who was originally noisy suddenly became silent.

"Master Pao, I want to avenge Boss Feng!"

"That's right, Boss Feng followed us all the way, and I've seen all kinds of wind and waves. I didn't expect to die here! This is just a 1949 year old!!"

Many people were extremely indignant.

Boss Feng died so much. The Dawn Base is right in front of him. Miss Hua is at your fingertips. She could have lived a life of a god, but she died like this!

Ma Sanpao looked at Lin Feng with his eyes narrowed. He couldn't make a mistake. The boy in front of him was definitely a ninth-level master.

‘Boy, I’m not old enough, I don’t see it. I’m not low in strength. If I’m a Pao Master read it right, you’re already level nine.”

"What? This kid is a ninth-level master?"

A word from Pao Master was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves.

Lin Feng didn't release his breath much just now, but that speed was definitely not something that ordinary people could do, so Master Pao is sure that Lin Feng is definitely at the ninth level.

"So what about the ninth level? So many of us? One person can drown him with one spit!"

"That's right, two fists can't beat four hands! How many hands are we doing!"

"That's right! You can slap him into glutinous rice cakes with one slap in the face!!'

Many people were relieved after being shocked.

The ninth level is very powerful. It can be said that now, the first echelon among humans, but so what?

There are 2,000 of them. If they are not able to fight, there are at least 1,6,700 people.

The strong ones are strong in front of each other, and the weak ones are stealing the chrysanthemums. If they are not good, they will hold the gun and shoot from a distance. There are a hundred ways to kill Lin Feng.

So they didn't care at all.

"What, are there few bullying people?"

Seeing that the other party was about to fight in a group, Chen Gou rolled up his sleeves and came forward to Lin Feng.

"Fatty, I will go down a chariot with a meat bullet, and I will not be able to suppress you turtle sons to death!"

Li Guang and others also took a step forward without any fear.

"If you want to come to us, ask about the big knife in our hands!"

Su Yun also shouted in a low voice: "That's right, I have to ask if my legs agree!!"

"Teacher, Fatty Li Guang and the others are all very domineering, why does it change your mind when you are now?"

Lin Feng stopped them.

"I'm enough to deal with this group of miscellaneous people."

Lin Feng's words made Li Guang and others stunned for a moment, but they all nodded and took a step back. They could trust Lin Feng's strength.

But they could trust it, and even used it as the endorsement of young frivolity.

"Pretending!"

Cold knife sneered.

"Little baby, not very old, his ability to show off is perfect."

Leng Dao pulled out his treasure knife, and a cold light suddenly shone, which made many people feel their skin numb.

"This knife is a treasure sword passed down by my ancestors from the late Qing Dynasty. It is said that no less than a hundred people died under this knife! Now, no less than a thousand zombies died under this knife!!"

Leng Dao touched his treasure knife and said calmly.

Swish.

Leng Dao suddenly took the knife and pointed it at Lin Feng, "Now, this knife is about to kill the head of the next ninth-level strongman. I can feel its cheers and bloodthirsty."

People around them retreated three points.

"Leng Dao is an eighth-level strong man. If he talks about combat power, he actually has to be above Boss Feng. It's just that because Boss Feng is a supernatural person, Leng Dao retreated to the top."

"That's right, although Cold Knife is not as good as that kid in terms of grade, he knows how to cut swords. It is said that his ancestors were executioners, the kind who specializes in cutting people's heads."
Chapter completed!