King of Nine Heavens

Lee Miaotiao was too thin and his strength was limited. He was simply unable to unleash the true power of the Superimposed Fist. Seeing Lee Miaotiao lunge at him, a sneer appeared on Gao Feng's face. At the same time, his body moved and his fist moved like a ghost to meet Lee Miaotiao's attack.    

    

He actually dared to go head to head against the other party. Could it be that he is a reckless fool?    

    

Everyone present was stunned when they saw this scene. Although Lee Miaotiao was very thin, where did his cultivation go? Doing this was no different from an egg touching a rock, and the consequences were unimaginable.    

    

Some of the girls even closed their eyes in regret, not wanting to see the scene of Gao Feng's blood splattering on the spot. In their hearts, Gao Feng was a handsome guy that did not care about being discounted. It would be a waste if such a person lost an arm.    

    

Boom! *    

    

The two fists collided, causing the air waves to intersect and emit an explosive sound. The sound vibrated in all directions, causing many people's eardrums to go numb.    

    

Boom! *    

    

Another explosion followed. The sound was even louder than before, and the blast of air was so loud that it pierced the heavens.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

After the second explosion, a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.    

    

Hearing this voice, a gloating voice came from the crowd, "If your cultivation is not good enough, you still have to face people head on. Now you're going to suffer."    

    

The moment the voice was heard, everyone looked at Gao Feng. Even with his butt, he could tell that Gao Feng's arm was broken.    

    

Even Lee Miaotiao looked at Gao Feng gloatingly, not caring about his numb arm at all.    

    

Gao Feng, on the other hand, crossed his arms and stood there, unperturbed. Not only did he not show any signs of pain on his face, there was even a hint of a smile on his face.    

    

His arm was broken by someone, but he still laughed. Was he even human?    

    

Someone immediately looked towards Gao Feng's arm and couldn't help but exclaim: "His arm is completely unharmed. What's going on? Could it be that one of the Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator's arms was broken? "    

    

Hearing this, everyone's gaze turned towards Lee Miaotiao. Half of Lee Miaotiao's arm was hanging down, and the bones that pierced his skin and sleeves looked creepy and scary under the sunlight.    

    

In addition, dark red blood gushed out of his damaged skin like a tide, instantly dyeing his entire sleeve red and dripping down.    

    

A Third Grade Martial Cultivator actually broke an arm of a Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator, was this too inconceivable?    

    

At this moment, when everyone looked at Gao Feng, other than shock, there was also shock.    

    

Gao Feng looked at Lee Miaotiao's broken arm and was shocked. He had never imagined that a single blow from him would cause such a great deal of harm to his opponent. It seemed that he had only raised his Second Grade Cultivation, but the power had increased by more than twenty times.    

    

Lin Wannian was the only one with a calm expression. No one else could clearly see their movements, but he could.    

    

The power of their first punch was evenly matched, and the problem arose from their second punch. However, Lee Miaotiao's reaction was slow and hurried, so before he could unleash the real power of the second punch, Gao Feng's fist had already smashed onto his fist, which was equivalent to a person using his full strength. One person was only able to exert 20% of his strength, so the result could be imagined.    

    

Lee Miaotiao's arm was shattered by Gao Feng's fist and it became numb for a moment, so he didn't feel any discomfort, thus he thought like the others, that the opponent's arm was broken. It was only when the pain came did he realize that his arm was broken, and he couldn't help but let out a cry: "This is impossible, how can a Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator like me not fight against a Third Grade Martial Cultivator?"    

    

Looking at his bleeding arm, Lee Miaotiao's face was full of pain, but his eyes were filled with deep shock.    

    

"You are the weakest Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator in all of history, and I am the strongest Third Grade Martial Cultivator in all of history. If you are not convinced, we can continue to fight. "    

    

Gao Feng was full of fighting spirit and his expression was arrogant.    

    

Lee Miaotiao was still not a match for Gao Feng. At this moment, he only had one arm left. How could he dare to say that? Lee Miaotiao saw Gao Feng slowly walking towards him. The fear in his eyes overshadowed the shock from before. His legs softened as he kneeled on the ground and begged, "Young Hero, spare me. I will never dare to do this again."    

    

The other party was a member of Xiaoxiang Palace, and Gao Feng wanted to join Xiaoxiang Palace as well, so they could not block their path, thus they ignored Lee Miaotiao and turned to Li Haoran and the others, asking them sternly: "What about you guys, are you still looking for me to settle scores? If you want to, you can continue to calculate, right? "    

    

Even the Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator was not his opponent, and they were only at the late stage of Martial Cultivator, how could they dare to act blindly without thinking? Li Haoran trembled in fear when he saw Gao Feng's sharp gaze sweeping over. He kneeled on the ground and said: "Master, we will not settle the score with you. Just let us go, right?"    

    

"Young Hero, your excellency doesn't remember this lowly person. We are young and ignorant, how about you let us go?"    

    

Plop! Plop! Subsequently, another few voices rang out. Fatty Dun, Li, and the others all kneeled on the ground, begging nonstop for forgiveness.    

    

Gao Feng mocked, "Are you guys still young? "I see that all of you are one to two years older than me!"    

    

"…"    

    

Gao Feng's words made Li Haoran and the others look at each other speechlessly. In their hearts, they were even more uneasy and didn't know how Gao Feng would deal with them.    

    

Because Lee Miaotiao had introduced himself before, everyone knew that he was from Xiaoxiang Palace. Hence, those who knew Lin Wannian looked at Lin Wannian to see how he would deal with this sudden incident.    

    

Lin Wannian, on the other hand, was very calm. He did not say a word, neither angry nor angry. He had an attitude of not being aware of the situation. This made them completely astonished because Lin Wannian's attitude was completely out of their expectations.    

    

Gao Feng did not recognize Lin Wannian, and did not know that he was Xiaoxiang Palace Palace Mistress either. But when he thought about it, they were on the main street, and the other party was already kneeling down and begging for forgiveness, so it was not easy to split the trouble between them. With a wave of his hand, he coldly said: "Don't embarrass yourself here! "All of you, scram!"    

    

Just as Gao Feng finished his sentence, a loud and clear voice rang out: "Get out of my way."    

    

Immediately after, a fierce young man pushed his way through the crowd, he nervously looked at Gao Feng and asked, "Brother Feng, are you alright?"    

    

When Gao Feng saw that it was Huzi, a sunny smile appeared on Leng Yi's face. He said, "Huzi, do you look like there's something wrong with brother?"    

    

Huzi continued to size up Gao Feng. Seeing that he was unharmed and without any signs of injury, he smiled honestly and said, "On the way here, I heard two loud noises, and even a bone cracking sound. But it really scared me. I thought... It's good that you're fine, it's good that you're fine. "    

    

"I'm fine. What about you? How did the match end so quickly?"    

    

Gao Feng was an orphan and lacked warmth since childhood. He was very touched to see Huzi so worried about him.