Tang Jiang was very proud, he invited so many powerful senior brothers this time, he would definitely be ashamed and let Qin Fei kneel and kowtow to himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He admitted that Qin Fei was very powerful, at least much more powerful than him, but no matter how powerful a person was, could he still do it over so many people now?

This Qin Fei, I really don't know how to write the word death, I actually offended him, and I want him to taste death today.

Qin Fei looked at this group of people, smiled faintly, and said, "You all go, I'm not interested in you, this fierce hunt has to stay, I have something to talk about with him!"

Tang Jiang suddenly burst out with ridicule when he heard this: "Haha, do you think that the senior brothers are too powerful, you are afraid of death, and you deliberately pretend to be forced, right? What do you mean by deliberately saying that you will leave Senior Brother Mengjiao? Do you think he is easy to bully? Hehe, Senior Brother Mengjiao, this kid looks down on you!"

Meng Hunt's eyes narrowed, bursting out with a cold light, and he snorted coldly, "Then I'll come to learn and learn first!

The other eighth-rank disciples all gave him face and nodded one after another.

In their opinion, this Qin Fei is already a turtle in the urn, although this son is powerful, even Liu Yi is not an opponent, but it is a one-on-one situation, and Liu Fei's strength is still below them, it is not a big deal if he loses, he is the strongest, plus there are so many people here this time, it is just a matter of moving his fingers to get Qin Fei.

So everyone thinks that letting Fierce Hunt strike first can show their master's demeanor.

Meng Hunt strode out, although his face was expressionless, his heart was already angry, this Qin Fei was so arrogant, he actually dared to say that he wanted to stay, didn't this show that he was weaker than others in his mind?

He was the first ninth-rank disciple, and his true strength was comparable to that of some eighth-rank disciples.

His identity is the most disliked by others.

Especially at this time, he was despised by a fourth-rank miscellaneous servant, although the real strength of this miscellaneous servant could be on par with an eighth-rank disciple, but he also had the ability to fight with an eighth-rank disciple, so he was not worried that Qin Fei would be stronger than him at all.

"Boy, you have to pay the price for what you say, and this price is death!" Meng Hunt walked ten meters in front of Qin Fei and stood still.

As soon as the words fell, he did not hesitate to hold the beast bone necklace under his neck with both hands, and began to chant loudly.

Call!

The sky shone brightly, and a mighty giant elephant phantom appeared.

This fierce hunting, the shot was unambiguous, and he directly used the "Beast Soul Call"!

Qin Fei watched lightly as the other party finished casting, carefully observing the mysteries, and found that the "Beast Soul Summoning" cast by the fierce hunt was the same as that of the wild tribe, and it was the most primary.

He didn't move, and let the other party do what he did.

This scene entered the eyes of others, but they felt that he was scared stupid.

"Haha, this kid's courage must have been frightened! Senior Brother Meng's 'Beast Soul Call' is invincible among the ninth-rank disciples!" Tang Jiang laughed proudly.

The other eighth-rank disciples also showed mockery, and many people felt that they had no chance to make a move, and this move was enough to kill Qin Fei.

"Tang Jiang, you are making too much of a fuss, this kid deserves to call us all?"

"There's no drama to watch, let's go back, this kid can die in the hands of fierce hunting, and it can be regarded as his creation. ”

Some complained and prepared to turn away.

Bang!

At that moment, a loud bang rang out, and the earth trembled violently.

The corners of those who turned around showed a hint of mockery on their mouths, and they subconsciously decided that it must have been Qin Fei who knocked out the fierce hunt.

However, a scream followed, which made everyone look at the field in disbelief.

Because that scream came from the fierce hunt!

Seeing that Meng Hunt's body fell to the ground, Qin Fei didn't know when he had stepped on his chest, making him unable to move.

"Let him go!"

Many eighth-rank disciples could no longer maintain their calm, and they all shouted angrily, hula and rushed towards Qin Fei.

Qin Fei smiled coldly, shook his body, turned into dozens of afterimages, and passed past everyone.

"Not good!"

Tang Jiang, who was watching the battle in the rear, turned pale with fright, and turned around and fled with an exclamation.

However, it was already slow, and a figure swept past him, turned around and kicked him backwards, and rolled to the ground with the other eighth-rank disciples in embarrassment, all of them unable to move.

Everyone looked at Qin Fei who was still stepping on the chest of the fierce hunt in horror, and they didn't understand how he did it?

"Qin Fei, what do you want to do, let us go immediately!" Tang Jiang said in a trembling voice, his crotch was wet, Nima was too powerful, so many eighth-rank disciples were as vulnerable as ants in front of him, this guy couldn't afford to provoke him.

"Let you go? Have you ever thought about letting me go when you came here? Since you are all here to kill me, then why should I let you go, the murderer must have the consciousness of being killed! You all have to die!" Qin Fei said without any scruples.

Tang Jiang showed a look of horror, he was instantly afraid, Qin Fei's murderous aura was not concealed, he was afraid that he would really die, and hurriedly begged: "Don't kill me, I promise you whatever you want, I am willing to exchange anything for my life!"

The other eighth-rank disciples also lost their temper at this time, and they all knew very well that if they had a hard mouth, they would really die here, and they begged for mercy one after another.

Although begging for mercy from a fourth-class handyman will be ridiculed, but in front of the little life, what are the others?

Seeing that all the people bowed their heads and begged for mercy, Qin Fei smiled faintly: "Okay, since you are all willing to exchange things for your lives, then let's talk about it, what treasures do you have that deserve my attention!"

Tang Jiang hurriedly took out a large handful of beast cores from his arms and handed them to Qin Fei with a blank eye, for fear that he would look down on him.

These beast cores were all pseudo-consummation realms, but Qin Fei was satisfied, and after putting them away, he let him roll aside and continue to collect the things that others were filial.

It is really a bit strange that the people of this chaotic world have not formed a god realm when they reach the pseudo-consummation realm, Qin Fei was very surprised when he first learned about this in the desolate tribe, but no one could say the reason, so he didn't bother to understand.

"Okay, these beast cores and cultivation materials can barely pass the level, but I still need one more thing, Yunwu Peak Tea, any of you will leave, otherwise you will die!" Qin Fei smiled and looked at the things that were piled up in front of him.

Everyone was stunned, and no one thought that Qin Fei would actually mention Yunwu Peak Tea.

This thing is limited to supply every year, and it is extremely precious, countless times more precious than the beast core.

"What, you don't give it?" Qin Fei frowned, his tone cold.

"Qin Fei, how can we still have it, it's already finished!" said an eighth-rank disciple.

Looking at his dodging eyes, Qin Fei snorted coldly: "No, my brother has already smelled the smell of tea! Hand it over, otherwise you will give these things for nothing!"

"No, not really, you didn't kill me!" the man insisted.

"If you don't give it, I can kill you and search your body, but the result will be different!" Qin Fei sneered, raised his feet, and made a gesture to walk towards the other party, so frightened that the man hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Don't kill me, I have it, I'll give it!"

After speaking, he hurriedly took out a small box made of fragrant wood and handed it to Qin Fei carefully, his eyes full of reluctance.

Qin Fei opened it and took a look, hey, good guy, nearly half a catty.

"You kid didn't force his ninth-rank disciples to worship you, right?" Qin Fei put away the tea and looked at the man playfully.

"They gave it to me for safekeeping!" the man said bitterly.

Qin Fei didn't bother to expose him, looked at the others, and their faces were bitter, and they were extremely unwilling to hand over the Yunwu Peak Tea.

Collecting them one by one, Qin Fei weighed it, this time the harvest was not small, a full six catties.

"Get out!"

His voice was like a heavenly sound, and everyone left in embarrassment as if they had been amnestied.

Seeing that Qin Fei was still stepping on himself, he couldn't help but say, "You let me go, I'll give you everything too!"

"Aren't you quite dragged, now that you know how to beg for mercy, okay, hand over your 'Beast Soul Summoning' exercise!" Qin Fei squatted down and looked at him lightly.

"'Beast Soul Call'? you are not qualified to cultivate!"

"Not qualified?" Qin Fei's tone was cold.

Only then did Meng Hunt suddenly react, where did he not have the qualifications? Wasn't he the first person to be a ninth-rank disciple? Wasn't he easily defeated by the other party.

"I'll give it to you!" he gritted his teeth, and very simply took out a parchment scroll, which was simple and old, and there were many years.

Qin Fei took it and put it away, and said with a smile: "Thank you!