"Haha! Master Yan, Mr. Xu, look, the mirror actually bombed and scrapped himself!"

Jin Biao pointed at the Qiankun Mirror on the ground with a happy expression and said excitedly.

"Yes, it's definitely scrapped, that's it.

Now, Master Lin has hope!”

Yan Baoshan showed a comforting smile and said happily.

Since Lin Feng can resist Song Daoren's attack again and again.

That means that the gap in strength between the two should not be too big.

At this moment, Song Daoren accidentally destroyed the Qiankun Mirror.

This undoubtedly gives Lin Feng a greater chance.

Now that Song Daoren has no magic weapon, even if Lin Feng cannot defeat him, it is probably not easy for Song Daoren to kill Lin Feng.

As long as you can ensure that Lin Feng does not die, it will be the greatest comfort to Yan Baoshan.

"Strange, why did I seem to see the light just now, and it seemed to have reflected back?"

"Impossible, could it be that I was dazzled?"

Xu Mao looked at the somewhat deformed Qiankun Mirror and murmured to himself inexplicably.

He clearly remembered that the green light seemed to flash suddenly when it was about to hit Lin Feng, and then it reflected back directly.

However, this short process was too fast for him.

Therefore, he just vaguely saw some vague shadows and was not sure.

But no matter what, he was very happy about the scrapping of the Qiankun Mirror, just like Yan Baoshan and Jin Biao.

After all, without the magic weapon of Qiankun Mirror, Song Daoren lost a crucial reliance.

"What's going on?"

"This old antique won't be useless for too long. It's broken down by itself, right?"

Xiao Qinghe stretched his head and kept looking at the Qiankun Mirror on the ground, questioning himself with curiosity.

Although he had no such weapon, he believed that with Song Daoren's martial arts and cultivation, he could easily kill Lin Feng with bare hands.

Therefore, Xiao Qinghe did not feel any worries or anxiety in his heart.

On the contrary, he had long been deeply trapped in his infinite fantasy of the future and could not extricate himself.

“Have you seen enough?”

Suddenly, a cold voice, like a sharp claw of seductive souls, instantly woke up Song Daoren, who was in powerless.

He looked for the voice and slowly raised his head, only to see a face he least wanted to see. At this moment, he was staring at him like a god of death.

"I said that's just a broken thing."

A mockery flashed across the corner of Lin Feng's mouth and said with a playful smile.

"Broken stuff?

Do you know how important this Universe Mirror is to me?”

"It is the treasure of Qilin Mountain that has been passed down from the ancestral mountain for hundreds of years!"

"You actually smashed me so casually?"

"How can you explain to all the ancestors of Qilin Mountain after you ask me to go back?

How do you explain to the thousands of disciples and grandchildren of Qilin Mountain!”

Song Daoren suddenly came to his senses and complained indignantly like a child with a toy broken.

Although he wanted to swallow Lin Feng, the bastard, on the spot, and then throw it to the eighteenth level of hell, and suffer eternal torture! But now, no matter how angry he is or how unacceptable he is, he has to admit it.

This arrogant brat in front of me, who is like a beast, is not a warrior or a practitioner of his level, and can imagine to match it.

Not to mention anything else, until now, Song Daoren's moves are more ruthless than each move.

Even he didn't hesitate to move out the Universe Mirror.

But what's the result?

After a few rounds, Lin Feng was not only unharmed.

Moreover, it was destroyed, without any effort, the Qiankun Mirror, the treasure that sets the mountain.

What's even more bloody is that after the entire fight, Lin Feng remained as motionless as Mount Tai and never moved a single step.

This is a bit too much.

No matter how Song Daoren said that he was also the famous leader of Qilin Mountain, and he was also the number one in the martial arts industry in East China.

Moreover, as a talented master of dual cultivation, many heroes in the martial arts world regard Song Daoren as their idol and role model.

But now that so many people are watching you, you are too lazy to move. How can Master Song Tian want to be faceless?

"How do you explain to Qilin Mountain? That's your business."

"But now, you'd better give me an explanation."

Lin Feng smiled playfully and said lightly.

What Song Daoren said has nothing to do with him for half a cent, but there is one thing that Lin Feng can see.

That is, this famous Song Tianshi, who is in the East China, has already begun to be cowardly.

Because, if a person is ready to be timid, he often does something abnormal.

For example, like a slut, he started to talk.

"I said to you little brother, that's not what I said."

"If you smash my stuff, I didn't ask you to compensate me.

You are so good, the evil one complains first, and I'll give you an explanation?"

"Besides, you are a master of martial arts at least.

When treating seniors, can’t we be more respectful and courteous?”

Song Daoren was stunned for a moment, and then began to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

As the saying goes, losing is not losing.

Even if he can't beat Lin Feng, then as Lin Feng's senior, Song Daoren is naturally qualified to reason with this junior.

After all, Song Daoren is quite experienced in educating people and preaching.

Otherwise, Qilin Mountain would not have presented this unprecedented grand occasion in his generation.

"Ha, stop talking nonsense."

"Tell me, are you going to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it yourself?"

Lin Feng sneered and said expressionlessly.

Sometimes, using the way of others to treat others is also a good way to solve problems.

"Young man, you..." "Bang!"

As soon as Song Daoren opened his mouth, he was caught off guard by Lin Feng, who had flew over, and threw his backhand into his face with a big mouth.

Given that Song Daoren was a master of martial arts, Lin Feng naturally added some force on this slap.

But who knew that the old Taoist, who had a bull's nose, staggered two steps, fell to the ground, and even his front teeth were knocked off.

"Damn it! You..." "Bao!"

"Wait..." "Bang!"

Song Daoren touched his empty front teeth, pointed at Lin Feng in disbelief and cursed angrily.

But who knew that Lin Feng didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He slapped him two more times in the face, and immediately beat him up and couldn't find him.

"I'll go! This kid is too fierce!"

"After all, he is famous in East China, how can he do this!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is too ruthless!"

"Oh, this Song Tianshi fell into his hands today."

...After this, everyone present was stunned! Everyone looked at the famous leader of Qilin Mountain, who was slapped in the face again and again by Lin Feng.

Even, there is no room for fighting back.

What is this kid who dares to treat Song Tianshi like this?

Could it be that he is not afraid of revenge from Qilin Mountain?

"Ah! Brother Song!"

"Brother Yin, why don't we go together!"
To be continued...