Feng Lei, a young man in blue, is Ling Kun''s lackey. After he went back to report to Ling Kun, Ling Kun was surprised and angry. What shocked him was that Feng Lei, who was able to defeat the six fold Kaimai territory in Lingxiao District, dared to resist now?

    So ling Kun angrily took Liu Yiyi and came to settle accounts with Lingxiao, but he didn''t expect to see Lingxiao in Changsheng square.

    "Ling Kun, Liu Yiyi?"

    Lingxiao''s eyes flashed coldly, and he felt as if a resentment was rising in the flesh.

    "Don''t worry, I''ll clean up these two dogs and men for you since they have occupied your flesh!" Lingxiao said secretly in his heart.

    "Why? My good cousin doesn''t know me? I didn''t expect you to be so brave to harm your fellow martial brothers. Now you dare to desecrate the ancestral statue. It''s unforgivable. As a disciple of the law enforcement hall, I want to abolish your accomplishments and expel you from the sect. Are you convinced?"

    Ling Kun said indifferently, revealing a faint killing opportunity in his eyes.

    Lingxiao sneered, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. "If you want to kill me, just say it. Why is it so high sounding? I don''t know you still have the habit of picking up people''s broken shoes. You still cherish the woman I don''t want, and your taste is really unique!"

    Ling Kun''s face became gloomy in an instant. "Well, Lingxiao, you successfully angered me! I didn''t want to kill you, but since you want to die yourself, don''t blame me for being impolite!"

    A powerful wave of true Qi permeated Ling Kun''s body, and his cultivation has reached the level of true Qi.

    Liu Yiyi, beside Ling Kun, was waiting to see Lingxiao''s joke, but unexpectedly Lingxiao even scolded her. Suddenly her face turned white and her voice screamed sharply.

    "What are you qualified to say about me? If it weren''t for the marrow washing pill in your hand, you would like to be a mother? A little beast who doesn''t even have parents really thinks he is a little prince? This is the immortal gate, not the demon king''s house. Brother Ling Kun, kill him!"

    "Lingxiao, what else do you have to say, otherwise you won''t have a chance in the future!"

    Ling Kun stepped forward with a ferocious face.

    "Dog men and women!"

    Lingxiao smiled and spit out three words. In an instant, Lingkun and Liu Yiyi were furious.

    "Die!"

    Ling Kun couldn''t help it any more. The killing in his eyes was fierce, and his body was as fast as lightning. He punched Lingxiao.

    Longevity fist!

    This is the basic fist technique of Changsheng sect. It is simple and unrestrained. It contains an endless artistic conception. It is a top-grade martial art of yellow level.

    Martial arts are divided into: Yellow level, Xuan level, prefecture level, heaven level, supreme level and God level!

    Each level is divided into lower grade, middle grade, upper grade and top grade.

    Ling Kun''s immortal fist technique is vigorous and powerful. It looks incomparably strong.

    "You don''t use Changsheng fist like that!"

    Lingxiao sneered, and the same punch came out.

    Lingxiao''s fist doesn''t seem to be fast, and even feels free to hand, but it doesn''t have a natural and unrestrained artistic conception.

    Boom!

    The two fists collided. Lingxiao and Lingkun both retreated a few steps at the same time, but they were even.

    "How is that possible?"

    Ling Kun''s eyes are full of incredible look. Ling Xiao''s cultivation has broken through the quadruple of Kaimai realm, but there is also a big gap with him. This fist has become a tie with him?

    Moreover, Ling Kun felt an endless artistic conception from Lingxiao''s longevity boxing, which made him a little frightened.

    "No way, this little beast is just a mistake!"

    Ling Kun''s eyes were gloomy, and the killing in his heart was more intense. He rushed to Lingxiao again.

    "Full of flaws!"

    Lingxiao shook his head and took one step at his feet. It was so wonderful that he flashed Lingkun''s fist, and then threw it out with a backhand slap.

    Pop!

    The crisp voice sounded. Ling Kun was slapped directly by Lingxiao. He turned around a few times, and half of his face swelled.

    "That''s a big waste Lingxiao? He even slapped Ling Kun? It''s really brave!"

    The battle between Lingxiao and Lingkun immediately attracted some disciples of Changsheng sect. When they surrounded and saw the two fighting people, their faces showed an incredible look.

    "When did the big waste Ling Xiao become so powerful? Ling Kun is a major cultivation achievement in the real Qi realm. He is not his opponent?"

    "Big waste Lingxiao can''t beat senior brother Ling Kun. Senior brother Ling has been accepted as a registered disciple by elder Deng. Now he is a senior brother of the inner door, but big waste Lingxiao is the son of the demon king. I think Ling Kun let him play!"

    The disciples of Changsheng sect talked one after another.

    "Play... Play... Play..."

    These three words were introduced into Ling Kun''s ears, so that his old blood almost didn''t come out.

    Ling Kun''s face flushed, and a strong sense of humiliation surged into his heart. He roared, "Lingxiao, I want you to die!"

    Zheng!

    Ling Kun pulled out the blue long sword behind him with one hand, and filled it with majestic Qi. The long sword emitted a faint light, and a sword cleaved down towards Lingxiao.

    "Too slow!"

    Lingxiao stood with his hands down, still taking one step under his feet, and Ling Kun split in the air.

    Shua Shua!

    Ling Kun quickly took out his sword. The cold awn crossed the void and left a shadow, but Ling Xiao still looked casual. Just a few steps under his feet, he completely avoided Ling Kun''s long sword, and then threw it out with a slap.

    Pop!

    The other half of Ling Kun''s face was swollen, and a stream of blood mixed with his teeth spewed out. He was directly hit by the Lingxiao fan and hit the square.

    "Is it the Changsheng footwork that was just performed by Lingxiao? But when did the Changsheng footwork become so powerful?"

    The disciples of Changsheng sect showed an incredible look in their eyes. Ling Kun''s Changsheng sword technique can''t even touch Ling Xiao''s clothes. This footwork is amazing.

    "It should be longevity footwork!"

    An inner disciple looked a little dignified and said: "Although Changsheng sword, Changsheng fist and Changsheng footwork are only the foundation building martial arts of Changsheng sect, they are only the top grade of yellow, but they are left by the supreme ancestor of Changsheng. If you can understand the artistic conception, they have great power! I have seen the patriarch use Changsheng footwork, and dozens of disciples siege at the same time, but you can''t touch the patriarch''s clothes!"

    "How is it possible? How can the big waste Lingxiao cultivate the immortal footwork to the present level?"

    Many disciples are still incredible.

    "I don''t know! But this battle doesn''t look like fun!"

    The inner disciple spread his hand and said with a bitter smile.

    "Lingxiao, what are you doing?!"

    Liu Yiyi suddenly screamed and looked at Lingxiao walking towards her, with some panic in her eyes.