Chapter 79 Cold eyes like a sword

An unprecedented sense of humiliation hit Xu Fei's heart. When he was a master of the same generation as Xian Miaozong when he was a child, when did he receive this kind of humiliation? He struggled to get up and just wanted to fight back, but he found that Zhuge Fuliang was already standing in front of him.

Without saying a word, Zhuge Buzuo slapped him again.

"Bang!"

The sound was crisp and pleasant, but it sounded like a magic sound in Xu Fei's ears. Before Xu Fei could resist, he was slapped out again.

This time, before Zhuge Fuliang waited for him to land, his invisible palm poked out and detained Xu Fei from mid-air.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A slap and a slap on Xu Fei's face, and his handsome cheeks had turned red and swollen.

The practitioners around watching the battle were silent. Looking at this scene in surprise, they only felt that the scene in front of him was like a dream, giving people an unreal feeling. The young master of Xian Miaozong was actually slapped in the face by an unknown monk. Xu Fei, who was originally romantic and elegant, turned into a pig at this moment.

"How could this... be like this? Xu Fei is not an opponent.

"Who is this teenager? How can he be so arrogant that even Xu Fei has no power to fight back.

"This man is too hooligan. How can there be a fan-ear photon in the fight of immortals."

Everyone couldn't help talking carefully.

The old man and the middle-aged man hiding in the crowd turned into a pig liver at this moment, and he also had a f apprehensive expression.

Zhuge Fuliang bound Xu Fei with an invisible palm and sneered, "I said that there are more than ten moves to defeat you!"

"Bum!"

The cracked empty handprint was patted, and Xu Fei flew out in confusion and fell to the ground heavily. His face had swollen into a pig's head, and his original handsome face could not be seen at all.

"Yo, Xu Daoyou, why are you so fat without seeing what you eat?" A disciple of the Yaohai School did not forget to be sarcastic.

"What's your name? He is one of the top ten young masters of Xian Miaozong? There are countless elixirs to enjoy.

"In fact, it's not bad to be fat. It's cute."

Several disciples of the Yaohai School were afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"You..." The corners of Xu Fei's mouth were bleeding, his eyes were covered with blood, and he stared at the Yaohai faction with resentment.

"Brother Xu, I'll help you!" The young man who had been standing not far away jumped up and stabbed Zhuge Fuliang with a long sword in his hand.

"Miso!"

Zhuge's eyes were bright, and two cold lights shot out of his eyes and shot at the young man.

"Ah!!"

With a sad scream, the young man's eyes were bleeding and he fell from mid-air, covering his eyes in pain and rolling all over the ground.

The monks who watched the battle around suddenly took a deep breath and looked at Zhuge Beye like a ghost. He could actually hurt people with his eyes alone!!

Zhuge Buliang walked over and kicked the painful and screaming young man out with a "bang", and then strode towards Xu Fei.

"Death!!"

Xu Fei shouted, and the mountain and river fan turned above his head, scattering a gorgeous brilliance. Several mountains and several turbulent rivers surged out of the mountain and river fan and bombarded Zhuge Fuliang.

"Break it for me!"

Several consecutive light palms were patted, smashing all the attacks. Zhuge Buliang strode forward, the ink flew, and the brilliance in his eyes jumped.

"Who dares to touch my disciple of Xian Miaozong!" With a cold cry, a young man came with a sword, and the hazy fairy light shrouded him, looking out of vulgarity.

"Look, Lu Dingfeng is one of the top ten young masters of Xian Miaozong!"

Some practitioners exclaimed and recognized the identity of the person.

"Do you dare to take action against our immortals? What a boldness!" Lu Dingfeng shouted calmly, but at this moment, he noticed Jin Yao standing not far away, and his eyes suddenly fluctuated. The pressure of a master of Jindan period was definitely not something that the foundation-building period practitioners could bear.

Zhuge Buliang looked at Lu Dingfeng coldly and said, "Are you also one of the top ten masters of Xian Miao Sect?"

"My name is Lu Dingfeng. Did you hurt Xu Fei?" Lu Dingfeng fell down.

Zhuge Buleang sneered: "It turns out that this is your young master of Xian Miaozong. To be honest... I'm very disappointed!"

The arrogant words came out, but no one felt that it was too much. Zhuge was not crazy, but he did have the capital to be crazy. He defeated Xu Fei, one of the top ten masters of Xian Miaozong in ten moves, and he was proud of his peers.

"Ignorant maniac! I'd like to see how many catties you have!" Lu Dingfeng shouted, his hands were imprinted, and a hot breath rushed towards him, which made the air a little fuzzy.

"Roar!"

Lu Dingfeng made a tiger seal, the fire light exploded, and the surging fire attribute Zhenyuan condensed into a giant tiger. The tiger roared and shocked the sky and rushed to Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge is not bright with a blood seal, and a blood seal quickly takes shape. It rotates between his palms. The blood is bright, and the blood print grows in the sky. It instantly turns into the size of the house and presses against the fire tiger.

"Bum!"

The fire is shining everywhere, and the fire tiger turns into a little Mars in an in anuspity. However, the blood mark did not stop there, from the size of the house to the size of a hill, pressing down. The space is twisted and deformed by this heavy pressure.

"Town!"

Zhuge Fuliang shouted again, and the blood seal shook Lu Dingfeng out. At the same time, Zhuge Fuliang's empty fingerprints quickly poked out, and his crystal jade-like palm flew up, grabbed one of Lu Dingfeng's legs, and then threw them out fiercely and threw them into the air.

Lu Dingfeng has no resistance at all. Although he belongs to the practitioners of the foundation-building period, in the face of Zhuge Buliang, he absolutely feels like an egg hitting a mountain, which is difficult to shake.

Under the pressure of the light palm, Lu Dingfeng was patted down from the sky and hit the ground heavily. A humanoid pit of three or four meters appeared on the ground, and the sand and dust flew, covering everyone's sight.

More than a minute later, the dust all over the sky gradually dissipated. Lu Dingfeng struggled to climb out of the human-shaped pit, coughed out a big mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale.

"You... Are you really a foundation-building man?" Lu Dingfeng asked while coughing blood, and his face was full of disbelief.

Zhuge but Liang was too lazy to pay attention to him. He clapped his hands and turned to his tent.