My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Although these two people came to attack, they looked very powerful.

However, the half-human, half-ghost creature that he had slapped to death before also looked very aggressive at first glance.

So in order to avoid the same situation from happening again, Lin Feng held back before taking action.

Seeing that Lie Zhaoran and Wei Jianglei were both alive, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but Lie Zhaoran and Wei Jianglei, who reacted quickly, gasped.

This young man who suddenly appeared clearly looked like he only had the cultivation level of a quasi-emperor.

But the moment he made his move, Wei Jianglei felt the breath of death.

Not only was he injured, but cracks had also appeared on the purple sacred book Tianhao pen beside him.

While Lie Zhaoran was suppressing his injuries, he recalled his Six Yang Head Flame Pearl, but he saw that the originally flawless pearl had already broken into half.

These were all semi-immortal artifacts. The two of them had spent countless efforts in refining them, yet they were beaten into this state by Lin Feng with just two casual strikes.

Wei Jianglei and Lie Zhaoran were both shocked and saddened.

But before they could react, Lin Feng rushed up again.

Two more slaps.

The two elders of Shangqing Xianmen flew out again, spitting blood and rolling.

Before the two men could stop, he dodged to the other side and slapped them twice more.

The two elders flew back again.

In this way, Lin Feng seemed to find fun in it.

Just flashing in the air.

There was only the sound of slapping hands, and the two elders flew left and right and rolled east and west like two balls.

At this moment, Xu Songnian on the side was dumbfounded.

It would be fine if he had just defeated Wei Jianglei and the other two.

Although the Seventh Turn Pseudo-Immortal was strong, there were still people in their Yuhua Immortal Sect who could defeat two of them at the same time, such as his master, the Great Elder.

But this was the first time he had seen someone treat the two elders like a racket as if they were playing.

What is the level of cultivation of Zhong Qing's disciple?

Eight turns? Or nine turns?

If all the disciples have such cultivation, what should the master do?

Xu Songnian couldn't help but glance at Zhong Qing below.

The latter still looked calm, as if the fierce battle in the sky was just a child's quarrel.

At this moment, Xu Songnian was once again certain in his heart that this person was definitely a strong man from that place.

Otherwise, how could a disciple have such terrifying strength?

Little did he know that Zhong Qing below felt even more melancholy when he saw Lin Feng having fun in the sky.

That is to say, the disciple can only infuse one percent of his strength, so with some effort he can still use these two people as rackets.

If Zhong Qing had come alone, I'm afraid that after two slaps, these two people would no longer be balls but balloons.

But that’s what Zhong Qing thought.

For Lie Zhaoran and Wei Jianglei in the sky, it would be better for them to just act like a balloon and explode.

After being beaten back and forth by Lin Feng for a while, the two of them were almost unrecognizable. No one knew how many bones were broken in their bodies, and their internal organs and even every part of their bodies were wailing.

What's more important is that they were used as rackets in public. As elders of the Shangqing Immortal Sect, the mental damage to them was greater than the physical pain.

It is extremely harmful and even more insulting.

Soon Lie Zhaoran finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Surrender! Surrender! Stop filming!"

Lie Zhaoran screamed. He usually had a bad temper, but at this moment he was even more vulnerable.

Wei Jianglei flew into a rage upon hearing this: "As an elder of the Shangqing Immortal Sect, how can I bow down to the enemy—"

Before he could finish his words, Lin Feng came over and slapped him again, breaking half of his teeth.

Wei Jianglei rolled out, half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun, his mouth was full of blood, and he was shouting incoherently.

"Please spare my life, hero! I will pay you back!"