Xiao Feng was so excited that he was not the old man's opponent just now, but now, he has this confidence. Even if he can't win, it will be difficult for the other party to want his life.

"Kill." Xiao Feng controlled the dragon pattern dagger and launched another attack.

At the same time, his mental method was rapidly operating, absorbing the medicinal effect of Zhong Lingjing even more quickly.

Just now, he discovered something. The more he moved, the more thorough the medicinal effect of Zhong Lingjing was exerted, and the faster the body absorbed it, even more than twice as quickly as entering into meditation.

With all kinds of reliance, Xiao Feng naturally has to fight to the end.

The old man avoided Xiao Feng's attack and became more and more shocked as he fought. Why did this guy suddenly become so strong?

Could it be that he had been hiding something before? This is impossible.

Bang bang bang bang.

The two of them attacked continuously, using all the means unique to the innate realm, with internal strength released and invisible attacks.

However, as time goes by, the two of them have become lower and lower, and they are consuming a lot of internal energy. Even in the innate realm, they cannot withstand this consumption.

"Pseudo-innate." The old man's face became increasingly ugly, and he squeezed out three words from his teeth.

When Xiao Feng heard these three words, he was stunned. What is pseudo-innate?

However, he didn't even bother to think about it at this moment. He felt that the efficacy of Zhong Lingjing had reached its peak and his body was extremely hot. He had to have a channel to vent.

As the other party grows and falls, Xiao Feng's internal strength is actually thicker than the old man, and even the position in the air is half a piece higher than the other party's body.

Therefore, when the two sides fought, it was like the old man bullying Xiao Feng just now. He was half a heightened by him, and the attack was also from top to bottom.

"Lao Bangzi, weren't you still very arrogant just now? Why are you scared now? You fucking fucking flying again." Xiao Feng mocked loudly, but the attack in his hand was not slow at all.

The old man was furious, not to mention being too frustrated, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it. His internal strength has been consumed for seven or eight out of ten, and he dared not consume it at will. Otherwise, when the internal strength is consumed too much, even if he is a master of the innate realm, he will turn into fish on the chopping board.

Just now, the old man didn't believe that what Xiao Feng swallowed was Zhong Lingjing, but now he believes it.

Only a domineering thing like Zhong Lingjing, whose energy source is constantly transforming internal strength, and then people can improve it immediately.

At the beginning, Xiao Feng was only infinitely close to the innate realm, but after eating Zhong Lingjing, he immediately stepped in with one foot, becoming a small realm between the innate realm and the half-step innate realm. This small realm is also called "pseudo-innate".

As the name suggests, this pseudo-innate is a false innate realm, which has not been fully integrated, but is also more than half a step higher than the innate realm.

"Shaped nails."

"Broken Bridge Hand."

"Breaking the Wind Fist."

"Seventh level of strength."

With the blessing of the seventh level of force, Xiao Feng's attack power doubled, and he used the eighteen-style heavy hands to repeatedly. For a moment, the momentum was as fierce as a tiger, completely suppressing the old man.

Gradually, the old man became lower and lower, and was nearly two meters away from the ground. When he fell down, he would fall to the ground.

Wuming, who had been waiting for the opportunity, swayed his body, like a cheetah, and rushed towards the old man.

A height of two meters is nothing to her, and she can launch a fierce attack.

"Looking for death." The old man's face changed drastically. Now that he was facing Xiao Feng alone, he was temporarily at a disadvantage. If he was attacked from both sides, it would be in danger.

‘Bang’, the old man turned around and punched, released his internal strength and blasted towards Wuming’s heart.

"Be careful." Xiao Feng reminded loudly.

Wuming's eyes were cold. She raised her hand and carried the old man's invisible punch with her fist. Her body trembled slightly, but she did not retreat. The wolf-tooth blade in her left hand smashed towards the old man's calf bone.

The old man was shocked. He originally thought that this punch could shake Wuming away, but unexpectedly he was caught head-on.

Could it be that this is also a half-step innate peak, and is about to enter the pseudo-innate master?

"You two are looking for death, do you think I can't do anything to you?" The old man landed on the ground, slapped out with his palm, forcing Wuming to retreat, and his clothes swelled up at the same time.

Xiao Feng frowned as he watched the old man's movements, and a crisis flashed through his heart. Is there any other domineering means in the innate realm besides the internal strength and external release?

"Wu Ming, be careful." Xiao Feng reminded him, and at the same time, he held the dragon-patterned dagger tightly in his right hand, and the inner method in his body was running faster, and he began to brew eighth level force.

The old man's expression was slightly ferocious, and his breath became terrifying. He looked at Xiao Feng and Wuming: "Today, you both are going to die."

"Then try it." After Xiao Feng finished speaking, he suddenly looked happy. He had brewed eighth level power many times before, but he could not use it. But now, with the support of the massive internal force of Zhong Lingjing in his body, there was a faint sign.

Eightfold strength.

Xiao Feng has great expectations for the power of the eighth level force. Every time the seventh level force exceeds one level, the power will double.

What about the eighth level of strength?

"Junior, go and die." At this moment, the old man launched an attack and rushed towards Xiao Feng. As he was approaching, he waved his hand suddenly.

Xiao Feng originally thought that the old guy used his internal energy to release his external force, but then he noticed something was wrong. He could feel that the surrounding air seemed to have changed, forming a versatile vortex that kept tearing his body.

"This is..." Xiao Feng's face flashed with horror. What's going on?

"Hahaha, let me die." The old man laughed a few times: "This is the biggest difference between the innate realm and the ants."

"Ant, weren't you also an ant before?" Xiao Feng said sarcastically, but his face turned pale, because the pressure felt by his body was getting bigger and bigger, as if he had suddenly fallen into the deep sea. The huge pressure seemed to crush his body.

"Feng." Wuming also noticed Xiao Feng's danger, shouted lightly, and rushed over quickly.

"Don't come here." Xiao Feng shouted, and at the same time his muscles were also jumping up tightly. The eighth level of energy had already reached its peak.

"If you follow me in the future, I will spare your life, how about it?" the old man looked at Wuming and said coldly.

Wuming didn't say anything, but answered him with his actions.

She held the dragon's teeth and rushed towards the old man. She wanted to relieve Xiao Feng's pressure, even if she died, she would do so.

"If you don't know the current affairs, then you will die too." The old man sneered and slapped Wuming with a palm.

In dealing with Wuming, the old man did not use the methods he had just used. In his opinion, Wuming was only a half-step innate peak, not a pseudo-innate, and it was not worthy of him using such methods.

The most important thing is that such a method consumes a lot of money. Even at the peak, he can't use it a few times, not to mention that he had consumed six or seven out of ten of the internal strength just now in the air battle with Xiao Feng.

"Wu Ming, get out of here." Just as the two were about to collide, Xiao Feng's long roar sounded.

Wuming trusted Xiao Feng even more than trusting herself, so she stepped back without thinking when she heard Xiao Feng's words.

"Go to die for me, Lao Bangzi."

When Xiao Feng saw Wuming retreat, his body jumped up, more than two meters high. He pushed forward with both hands. Anyone who is familiar with his stance knows this attack, Broken Bridge Hand.

This is the most skillful move of Xiao Feng in the eighteen-style heavy hand. No matter how many power he uses, the first move is this move.

Now, the same is true for the Eighth Tung.

The eighth level of force blessed the Broken Bridge Hand, which was extremely powerful. Xiao Feng slapped his palm, and even the space airflow was a little distorted.

The old man was about to launch a fatal blow to Wuhuan, but then a huge sense of crisis surged in his heart, and a look of horror flashed across his face. What was going on?

This huge sense of crisis has not appeared for more than 20 years.

In other words, since he took this step and entered the innate realm, he has never had such a great sense of crisis again.

Innate realm, the greatest combat power in the ancient martial arts world, even if it is placed in the whole world, it is the most awesome existence.

There are so few that can bring him a sense of crisis.

But now, he has this sense of crisis.

Moreover, this sense of crisis comes from the young man he just regarded as an ant.

"Eighth level power."

"Broken Bridge Hand."

Xiao Feng attacked from top to bottom, and then used his internal force to release it outside, like a high-explosive bomb, smashing it at the old man in front of him.

"Ah." The old man shouted loudly and slapped his palm suddenly. He used ten percent of his skills to do this palm.

Bang.

The two people collided when they were more than ten centimeters apart.

Bo.

The moment the two people collided, it was like a high-explosion bomb exploded, producing a huge sound and an invisible shock wave spreading around.

The next second, the old man vomited blood and flew backwards, smashing heavily on the tree next to him.

Xiao Feng was also uncomfortable, his face was pale, his body shook, and he fell directly from the air.

"Feng." Wuming saw Xiao Feng falling down shakingly, rushed over quickly and caught him.

Xiao Feng leaned against Wuming's arms, his blood boiled, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood overflowed.

"Feng, are you okay?" Wuming asked worriedly after regaining his female voice.

"Ahem, I'm fine." Xiao Feng smiled reluctantly, shook his head, turned his head to look at the old man next to him.

The old man was even more miserable than Xiao Feng. His body bent, his waist began to be V-shaped, and then folded, and it was broken.

Xiao Feng only took a look and knew that this old guy would be completely useless even if he didn't die.

If your waist is broken, what other tricks can you do?

Puff puff puff puff.

The old man lay on the ground and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. His face was as pale as paper, full of horror and pain.

He couldn't believe that as a congenital realm, he was defeated, and even lost to a young man.

Xiao Feng stood up slowly, walked towards the old man step by step, looked down at him lying on the ground, and said coldly: "Lao Bangzi, don't you think you are awesome, do you think you are arrogant, do you think we are all ants."

"You, you..." The old man was extremely weak and could not even speak.

"Today, let me, the ant in your eyes, end your life." Xiao Feng sneered and bent down: "I want to take my Zhong Lingzhi, and I will kill you without mercy."

After saying that, he punched the old man in the heart.

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