Yan Baoshan and others were stunned when they heard Xu Mao say this.

Kunlun Secret Realm?

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is nurtured?

Shaking mountains and shaking mountains, boundless magic power?

No, what era is this? There are still treasures?

Isn’t that something that only appears in mythological stories?

However, everything in front of them seemed to have to believe it.

Because, the mysterious bronze mirror was floating in front of everyone's eyes at this moment.

Like a ghost, staring at everyone present.

Everyone is both curious and afraid of this rare treasure.

I am afraid that I will take a look at it more, and I will accidentally be sucked in by the glittering mirror.

After all, isn’t it all done in those magical movies like this?

"Master Yan, Mr. Xu, it's better to watch less that thing.

If you don’t accidentally get caught by it, that’s bad!”

Jin Biao looked serious and said solemnly.

He felt that the ancients were right about these strange things, so he would rather believe that they exist than that they did not.

What's more, it's always right to be careful about everything.

"Well, A Biao's words are not unreasonable."

"After all, I don't know anything about what magical powers this thing has.

So, it's better to be careful."

When Xu Mao heard this, he nodded and said in agreement.

"Well, you're right."

"Master Lin is now facing a great enemy, so we must not cause trouble for him."

Yan Baoshan looked at Lin Feng's arrogant figure and said with a stern look.

Although he didn't know much about martial arts and other things, Yan Baoshan still knew the great relationship.

Today's competition not only determines the outcome, but also determines life and death.

Therefore, no matter what, they must not interfere with Lin Feng at all, so as not to affect his swing.

Yan Luo, the three of them kept a distance and turned their eyes to Lin Feng, no longer deliberately looking at the mysterious bronze mirror.

"Brother Yin, is this the treasure of Qilin Mountain, the Qiankun Mirror?"

Wang Meng's eyes were wider than those of a cow, and he looked straight at the bronze mirror and asked excitedly.

He obviously admired Qilin Mountain, a treasure that has been in the mountains for a long time.

However, because the mirror of the universe never shows it to others easily, he has never been able to see it with his own eyes.

This time, he heard that Song Daoren was going down the mountain, so he rushed to Yuzhou thousands of miles in the hope of being lucky enough to witness this rumored rare treasure.

Because, he found out that the Qiankun Mirror, as the treasure of Qilin Mountain, has always been kept by the leaders of all generations.

So, how could he miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Now, without saying a word, he pulled Yin Changkong and rushed straight towards Yuzhou.

“That’s right!”

"I'm ashamed to say that I have known Brother Song for more than 20 years. Including today, I have only seen this Qiankun Mirror twice!"

A hint of pride flashed across Yin Changkong's face and said with a rushing heart.

Thinking back to the beginning, in order to see with his own eyes, this legendary rare treasure was begging Song Daorenzhen in all kinds of ways.

If Song Daoren hadn't been able to stand his soft and hard work for more than ten years of friendship, how could he have easily shown this treasure that has passed down from generation to generation?

Not to mention outsiders like Yin Changkong, Qiankun Mirror, as a historical object of the heads of Qilin Mountain throughout the ages, many disciples of Qilin Mountain have never had the honor to meet each other.

Therefore, Song Daoren is willing to show the Qiankun Mirror in front of Yin Changkong, which is really a friend.

And it was that time that Yin Changkong was deeply shocked by the divine power of the Qiankun Mirror.

Because, he saw with his own eyes how Song Daoren drove the Qiankun Mirror to instantly blow a huge rock like a building into powder! From that moment on, he decided that Song Daoren was his eldest brother for the rest of his life! "Brother Yin is indeed worthy of being the best friend of Brother Song. Such a peerless treasure, I am already very satisfied to be lucky enough to meet him today!"

Wang Meng looked at Qiankun Mirror with a scorching look and said with a longing look on his face.

In fact, he asked for it many times in private, but Song Daoren never agreed on the grounds of clear rules and regulations.

So, I couldn't help but feel a little envious when I heard Yin Changkong say this at this moment.

"Shi Shi Song is truly worthy of being a member of the East China Martial Arts World. He is simply a living god who is reborn!"

"No, after this matter is done, I must pay a huge amount of money to help Qilin Mountain expand and repair it!"

"In the future, as long as Qilin Mountain is supported, I see who else dares to go against my Xiao family in the entire Yuzhou!"

"Hmph! I don't know what's the matter! However, if you can die at the hands of Master Song Tian, ​​it's a good death."

Xiao Qinghe looked at Lin Feng with disdain and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Although, Song Daoren's reputation has long been well known.

However, if it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes today, how could Xiao Qinghe have thought that Song Daoren was so powerful! Not only could he cast powerful spells, but he would also drive magic weapons from another world. Isn't this a god, what?

If he had known this, why would he have to go to Thailand to find General Haci?

As a result, not only is it useless, but in the end, it also has to owe others a favor.

Because after Nasongba fled back to Thailand, he is still lying on the bed to recuperate.

I guess he will never come to China again in his life.

"You don't plan to use this broken thing to make me lose my soul, right?"

Lin Feng skipped the slightly shiny mirror of the universe and said sarcastically.

This Qiankun Mirror has only a few hundred years of magic power and is of poor material. At most, it can only be regarded as a low-level magic weapon.

Moreover, with the increase in the number of uses over the years, the spiritual power in the mirror has long been gone.

Therefore, such a low-level magic weapon is not enough to pose any threat to Lin Feng.

Not to mention, it made him lose his soul.

Such an idea is simply a fantasy.

It's as funny as if you are holding a wooden stick but wanting to knock a giant dragon to death.

"Hahaha! Can't you tell this evil pen? Is it obviously a weapon?"

"So stupid, and he's a fucking mess?

Even outsiders like me who don’t understand martial arts know that it must be a hidden weapon!”

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's all for this, he's still pretending!"

"I'm paralyzed, it's okay if I'm looking for death. I'll still implicate us again and again!"

...When everyone heard this, they all looked at Lin Feng with contempt and couldn't help but sneer.

I really don’t know how such a slut has lived to this day with such a strong pen! I can’t even see the dazzling green light just now?

Shortsighted?

flash?

Or blind?

Didn't see that thing, how did it float in the air?

Moreover, from the domineering appearance, you can see that this must be a powerful high-end product! You don’t need to think about it with your pig mind. Can something that can fly and shine be a broken thing?

With this experience, the fucking young master?

If you didn't say you were polio, you would already give you a lot of face! Everyone present looked gloating and was waiting to see what Lin Feng would end up.

Especially, the accompanying guests invited by Yan Baoshan were eager for Song Daoren to knock Lin Feng's head to pieces on the spot.

Because they really couldn't stand it anymore and didn't want to stay here so nervously.

But due to the tyranny of these martial arts masters, they did not dare to move another step.

Who knows if these people will kick their heads away when they get angry.

Even if Song Daoren and others don’t know, what about Lin Feng?

Where is Yan Baoshan?

If they just ran away, they would have to shoot them one by one as soon as Yan Baoshan went out?
To be continued...