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When Zhang Yu rushed to the front house, all the servants who had surrounded Chu Linfeng were missing.

Chu Linfeng is not a bloodthirsty demon. Under the word "get out", these garden guards who have been scared by the name of "monk" naturally hid far away. There were a few brave ones who ran away and hid behind the trees in the big house and peered in the direction where Chu Linfeng was.

"This fellow Taoist came from afar, for some reason?" Zhang Yu calmly settled down not far away in front of Chu Linfeng, his eyes narrowed a slit, with a little fun smell.

"You are the guest minister invited by the Chen family." Chu Linfeng completely ignored Zhang Yu's inquiry, showed his momentum, took a step forward and said coldly: "I have an old account with the Chen family. If you are out of trouble, I won't make things difficult for you."

Hearing this, Zhang Yu seemed to have heard the funny jokes of all these years, and laughed wildly. Finally, his face turned cold and said disdainfully: "Don't make things difficult for me? I should say this to you."

After confirming that the young boy in front of him was only a mid-level sixth level of human level, Zhang Yu was already fearless. When he finished speaking, he pinched a sword slash without warning. But he saw a green light slashing down the air, bringing out a slight sound of breaking through the air, and stabbing towards Chu Linfeng at an astonishing speed.

Starting first is the best way to do it, which has always been the only rule for Zhang Yu to act.

With a "clang" sound, a purple light curtain appeared around Chu Linfeng's body, barely blocking the sword light that broke through the air.

"It's a guy with some belongings. Not bad. After killing you, this purple gold gossip shield belongs to me."

Zhang Yu's expression was still calm. After seeing Chu Linfeng sacrificed the Purple Gold Bagua Shield, he even felt a little happy in his heart. A small sect like Ming Guangzong, which was not as good as a sect, putting aside the "Da Ri Ming Guang Pill" that had never discovered any usefulness, even a talented person like Zhang Yu had never retrieved a magic weapon from his predecessors. Although the Purple Gold Bagua Shield is not a good thing, in Zhang Yu's eyes, it is still a magic weapon worth robbing.

Zhang Yu's appearance was indeed exactly what Chu Linfeng expected, but Chu Linfeng had never expected that Zhang Yu had the cultivation level of the sixth level of human level. After all, in this mundane world, few cultivators with cultivation strength exceeding the sixth level of human level are willing to become guests from aristocratic families.

However, this did not make Chu Linfeng change his original plan. Even He Changfeng, a cultivator with a wind and thunder spirit, beat him to defeat him, let alone the ordinary sixth-level cultivator in front of him.

"Gold Split Tribulation" took action, and hundreds of golden wire electric snakes shot out. With their control power far beyond ordinary people, Chu Linfeng exerted the power of this mortal level magical skill to an unprecedented extreme. Perhaps the attack power is difficult to match the general level magical skill, but with the thunderous attack speed and huge number, it seems that it can compete with the general level magical skill.

Zhang Yu, who was determined to be attacked, suddenly froze with a sneering expression. A hundred golden snakes danced wildly, and he could no longer have any thoughts. At this moment, the cultivation level of the sixth level of the human level peak realm suddenly appeared to be unlucky. He slapped his palms continuously, and balls of light yellow palm prints shot out of the void, forcing most of the golden snakes to defeat. With his outstanding body skills, he finally ended up resisting this fierce attack.

"Such powerful attack power is definitely not something that an ordinary human-level sixth-level cultivator can do. Could it be that he is like himself, a sixth-level cultivator with high talent?"

Just when Zhang Yu was shocked and busy with resisting the bombardment of hundreds of golden snakes, Chu Linfeng urged his half-true energy to urge him to use the strongest magical power he had at this moment, which was also the ultimate killing magical power that He Changfeng had lost in his sect during the great competition.

"The world of cultivation is a world of strong people who prey on the weak..."

"There is no strongest, but the cruelest..."

"If you want others to respect you, you must first be afraid of you. At least you will not be wrong with the enemy..."

"You must spare no effort when taking action, even if it is a goshawk fighting a rabbit, it must be like this..."

These words were one of the many teachings Zhao Lie had given to Chu Linfeng, who had already consumed so much, and Chu Linfeng listened to it and did it truthfully.

Zhang Yu, who had just used his mixed skills to resist a wave of attacks, was about to dodge and avoid it. When he wanted to use a general-level magical skill he knew to deal with Chu Linfeng, he saw a stinging light flame from far to near, like a dazzling meteor hitting him.

In the critical moment, Zhang Yu even had no time to attack the "Vajra Talisman" to defend, and only had time to use a mortal-level defensive magical magic technique to protect his body.

The terrifying high temperature carried by the dragon-shaped purple flame almost instantly burned out the air in the space of about a meter, and the fused stone-burning gold-burning flame ball hit Zhang Yu who had performed the stone muscle technique.

This "Extremely Ray Flame Dragon" that can be comparable to the king-level magical skills in terms of attack power cannot resist it by a mere defensive magical skills.

In just a moment, Zhang Yu was swallowed by the purple flame dragon and let out a burst of screams. His voice was short and sharp. It was a painful cry that was intertwined by extreme pain and weakness, and it was also the price he paid to regard Chu Linfeng as an ordinary sixth-level cultivator from the very beginning.

If Zhang Yu had shown all his skills from the beginning, even if he was defeated, he would not have been defeated so badly or so quickly.

However, he has always regarded himself as a genius, and has never considered that there are many people in this world who are more talented than him. How could he be called a genius in front of the Xuanyang spirit body that is not one of the millions of people like Chu Linfeng?

Everything is just a joke, and this is also the sorrow of Zhang Yu as a disciple of a small sect.

A frog in the well dares to speak and see through the sky?!

The flames gradually faded, and Zhang Yu, who had already stopped screaming, had already burned to ashes under the terrifying high temperature, and only a storage bag the size of a palm remained on the ground.

This was Chu Lin's first killing, but at this moment, there was no fluctuation in his heart. I don't know whether it was the perseverance he tempered in two years of bleak career, or the influence of the slightly extreme teaching of the Demon Lord Zhao Lie, or the huge family disaster that made Chu Linfeng numb.

After taking a light shot from the air, Chu Linfeng put it in his arms, a cold light flashed in his eyes and slapped out with a palm. The palm wind from the air, which had strong true energy, suddenly knocked a row of buildings beside Chu Linfeng into ruins.

"Chen Youde, the monk and guest you rely on has died at my hands. Now I have dozens of sounds. If you don't appear in front of me, you will definitely wipe out everything here today, and there will be no tiles left."

From the time Zhang Yu appeared to his death, it was only a dozen breaths before and after. The guards who were hiding in the distance also saw the process real. At this moment, when he heard what Chu Linfeng said, he was shocked and wanted to push his master to the latter as soon as possible.

The anger of the immortals is not something that they mortals can afford, especially the evil star in front of him, who kills the guest minister who is usually extraordinary in every move. Such a method is simply a breeze to destroy a Chenjiazhuang.

When Chu Linfeng counted to the "seven", Chen Youde, who was wearing a luxurious brocade robe and looked like a ball, stumbled in front of Chu Linfeng with the support of two servants.
Chapter completed!