Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

0"Eldest Young Master." Young Master, are you alright? " Someone rushed out from the crowd. He quickly supported Wei Wentao as he was Wei Wentao's bodyguard. When he saw Ling Feng's attack, he rushed over. Unfortunately, his speed was too slow. When he came over, Wei Wentao had already been beaten up!    

    

Wei Wentao held his swollen left cheek and looked at Ling Feng. His eyes were filled with anger as he said directly, "Wei Yang, cripple him and break all his limbs!"    

    

Wei Wentao had completely gone crazy. From childhood till now, he has never been slapped by anyone. Under the care and affection of his father and grandfather, he was the one who bullied others.    

    

He wanted to return it tenfold or even a hundredfold, and let Ling Feng know the consequences of provoking him. He wanted to break Ling Feng's limbs, and then humiliate him for the rest of his life!    

    

Wei Yang was the martial cultivator of Dark Strength, and also a bodyguard specially assigned by Wei Family to Wei Wentao. Wei Wentao believed that he would bring the Ling Feng with a broken arm and a broken leg to his side.    

    

Just now, Ling Feng didn't use his spiritual energy, so in Wei Yang's eyes, Ling Feng was just an ordinary person with a lot of power. Towards someone like him, Wei was nothing at all.    

    

"A mere ant, you're courting death!" Ling Feng looked at Wei Yang and said in disdain!    

    

"Brat, you're too arrogant!"    

    

Wei Yang was furious. He was actually looked down upon by an 18 or 19 year old young man. He charged forward and punched towards Ling Feng's chest with his right fist that was full of explosive power!    

    

Ling Feng stood there as if he didn't see Wei Yang rush over. He took a sip of the last red wine in his glass and looked at Wei Yang with disdain.    

    

In Ling Feng's eyes, this kind of Dark Strength martial cultivator was not even comparable to ants. He didn't even know how many Grandmasters he had defeated in Martial Arts Conference, how could he care about a small Dark Strength martial cultivator.    

    

Looking at the battle before her, Zhou Yuxin knew Ling Feng's Cultivation and abilities, Martial Arts Grandmaster + Sword Cultivator, these were all unrivalled existences in the same level. Looking at Wei Wentao who was shouting crazily while covering his face with his hands, she felt sympathy for him in her heart, this fellow deserved it.    

    

When the others saw the scene in front of them and saw Ling Feng's actions, they all thought at the same time: "Don't court death." "He won't die." "F * ck, he's almost hitting me with his fist, how could Ling Feng still be so bored to drink."    

    

Seeing that Wei Yang's fist was about to hit Ling Feng's chest, Ling Feng finally made his move. He also punched towards Wei Wentao's fist, but his fist was so weak in the eyes of others.    

    

However, the moment Ling Feng punched, Zhou Yuxin opened her eyes wide and looked at Ling Feng's fist. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead. He could feel the endless energy contained within Ling Feng's fist.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

The two's fists clashed against each other. Wei Yang was only a Dark Strength martial cultivator, how could he withstand the spirit energy from Ling Feng's fist? He was directly sent flying and smashed into the wall while spitting out blood.    

    

Defeat a Dark Strength expert with a single punch!    

    

All of the aristocratic juniors present were dumbfounded! Just who was this person in front of him? To be able to kill martial cultivator with a single punch, how powerful must he be, at the very least, in terms of profound strength.    

    

Thinking of this, the faces of all the martial cultivator present darkened. eighteen or nineteen years old Martial Arts Grandmaster, what kind of concept was that? This meant that the other party had a powerful family backing them up and spent a huge amount of effort to nurture such a talent.