Lingfeng's status among the Spirit Clan is not too high, it can only be considered a middle level.

However, it is much stronger than Ling Yue.

The reason why Lingyue has made such rapid progress has a lot to do with Lingfeng.

Lingfeng usually took good care of Lingyue, but now he saw the latter talking and laughing with the warriors from the Human Race Holy Land, so he came over to ask.

"Brother Feng, this person is the genius I told you who saved me in purgatory." Ling Yue introduced.

"Oh? It turns out it's you. I'm Lingfeng from the Spirit Clan. I don't know your surname."

While speaking, Lingfeng stretched out his palm and looked at Fang Chen with a smile.

Fang Chen glanced at Lingfeng, then stretched out his palm and held it with Lingfeng.

"I am the Blood Sword Master."

Fang Chen said it in an understatement, but when Lingfeng heard it, he was extremely shocked.

Lingfeng's heart stirred up a storm.

"Are you really the Blood Sword Saint?"

After saying this, he regretted it.

This is the Holy Land of the Human Race. Who dares to pretend to be the Lord of Green Bamboo Island, the Blood Sword Saint?

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

Lingfeng withdrew his palm and said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter." Fang Chen spread his hands, not caring at all about Lingfeng's gaffe.

"How about Brother Feng? I told you before that his future achievements will not be lower than yours or mine." Ling Yue grinned at the side.

Lingfeng nodded, "I've heard of Brother Xue's name a long time ago, but when I saw him today, it was like thunder piercing my ears."

While the two were talking, there was suddenly a commotion in the square.

Immediately afterwards, whispers came from the crowd, and people from the Yuan clan arrived.

"The Yuan clan has arrived."

The leader is naturally Yuan Gu, the leader of the Yuan clan, and behind him is Yuan Ming, the top powerhouse of the Yuan clan.

When Fang Chen looked at Yuan Ming, the latter happened to be looking at him too.

Fang Chen could easily feel the murderous intent hidden deep in Yuan Ming's eyes.

"His breath is much thicker."

Fang Chen said secretly.

He felt that after not seeing him for a long time, Yuan Ming's strength seemed to have increased.

But, so what?

"Yuan Gu, why are you here so late?" the leader of the Spirit Clan said with a smile.

"The Luo people haven't come yet, so it's not too late for me, right?" Yuangu said.

Immediately, Motoya entered the temple.

The team of a hundred people was left behind and landed in the square.

"Yuan Ming's strength seems to have become stronger again."

"He is worthy of being the most powerful person among the younger generation of the Yuan clan."

"It's really amazing. One of the favorites to win the strongest inheritance this time."

Everyone was discussing secretly.

Some geniuses from the Human Race Holy Land, such as Jiang Kuang, Tu Tianjian, Rhinoceros, Wei Xiang and others, also greeted Yuan Ming one after another.

The top experts from the Spirit Clan also stepped forward to ask.

After Yuan Ming nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Fang Chen.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yuan Ming walked towards Fang Chen step by step.

The crowd made a way, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yuan Ming.

"What are Yuan Ming doing?"

Many warriors are puzzled.

However, when Yuan Ming came to Fang Chen, everyone suddenly realized.

"Blood Sword Saint, Yuan Ming's target is Blood Sword Saint."

Everyone has heard more or less about the grudge between the Blood Sword Saint and Yuan Ming.

"The inheritance of the ancestral land is opened once in a hundred years. I am very curious about how you got the quota for your three-legged cat kung fu? Is it through the back door?" Yuan Ming grinned, his words full of arrogance, "That's right, you and

The Holy Lord has a close relationship, so what does a quota mean?"

I heard Yuan Ming mocking Fang Chen like this.

The latter sneered and said: "Idiot."

The word "idiot" penetrated deeply into Yuan Ming's mind.

Suddenly, the aura around Yuan Ming's body shook, and his eyes were fixed on Fang Chen.

"Blood Sword Saint, don't think that this is a holy land. I, Yuan Ming, dare not touch you." Yuan Ming said fiercely.

"Then you should try touching me." Fang Chen said coquettishly.

Are you kidding me? This is the Holy Land of the Human Race. Even the Lord of the Yuan Race does not dare to mess around.

What does a Yuan Ming mean?

Moreover, even if he takes action, he is not afraid of Yuan Ming.

"Hmph, a piece of rubbish at the second level of Creation Realm dares to challenge Yuan Ming. You are just relying on the treasure you possess." Yuan Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a cold voice.

In the crowd, Jiang Kuang, Tu Tianjian and others looked thoughtfully without making a sound.

Several geniuses from the Spirit Clan expressed their opinions one after another.

"Although I don't know the true fighting power of this Blood Sword Saint, his courage alone is incomparable to others." Ling Ming, the genius of the Spirit Clan, said.

"I'm afraid that the Blood Sword Master is just an embroidered pillow, which is useless. I heard that if the Holy Master hadn't come forward last time, he would have died a long time ago." Lingxian curled his lips and said.

"Lingxian, why do you say that? Didn't the Blood Sword Saint just steal your title of the youngest island owner? Is that so?"

The person who spoke was a female disciple of the Spirit Clan. She was wearing a blue dress and looked like a green lotus emerging from the mud but not stained. Her name was Ling Lianzhu.

Although she is a woman, if you underestimate her, you will pay a heavy price.

Her potential is not weaker than Lingming's, but her training time is not as long as Lingming's, so her strength is not as good as Lingming's.

It can be seen that the Spirit Clan attaches great importance to Ling Lian Bamboo.

"Sister Lianzhu is right. The Blood Sword Saint is at the second level of Creation Realm and challenging Yuan Ming. This itself requires courage. No matter if he is embroidering pillows or pretending, I think this courage is good." Ling Lianzhu was standing next to him.

Ling Qihu said.

Except for Ling Xian, the top geniuses of the Spirit Clan have no special opinions about Fang Chen.

Lingxian himself is a Blood Sword Saint and has nothing in common with him.

If we have to talk about intersection, then it would be the honor of being the youngest island owner.

Originally, Lingxian was the youngest island owner in this universe era, enjoying the worship of hundreds of millions of people.

However, after the Blood Sword Saint took over as the leader of Green Bamboo Island, the honor of being the youngest island owner has waved goodbye to Lingxian.

Lingxian felt very unhappy. He felt that the Blood Sword Saint was not worthy of his name.

"Hmph, if you want to gain my approval, you have to fight me." Lingxian snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this time, Yuan Ming and Fang Chen were still confronting each other.

"Brother Yuan Ming, there is no need to waste your time with this kind of rubbish. We can wait until we enter the ancestral land."

A man in gray clothes walked out of the Yuan clan's team of 100 people.

This man's words made everyone startled.

Aren't you afraid of the Holy Lord if you are so obviously targeting the Blood Sword Saint?

"Who is this person? It seems that he is not from the Yuan clan."

"Why does it look familiar?"

"I remember, this person is the disciple of the Black Blade Emperor."

Suddenly, there was a storm in the crowd.

The Black Blade Emperor is a powerful man who can stand on an equal footing with the four giants.

His strength is earth-shattering.
To be continued...