Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

3Everyone present took Ling Feng's words seriously. They all thought that he was just spouting nonsense, treating him like a child, while Pen Fist, who was standing in the middle, was sizing Ling Feng up. Although they were separated by a hundred meters, he felt a strong sense of coercion from Ling Feng.    

    

"What the hell is going on? This guy looks very ordinary, but he actually made me afraid. Who the hell is he? " Brushstroke thought to himself in shock.    

    

"Little brother, can you tell me why you want this Treasure Map of Sheepskin?" Following his voice was also his aura. He used his aura to probe Ling Feng.    

    

Ling Feng casually shattered the momentum of his stroke. He said lightly: "What I want is mine, for no reason."    

    

After saying that, Ling Feng walked towards the center of the battling arena, followed closely by the devastatingly beautiful woman. The other party had not expected him to block his aura so easily, as he could tell that his opponent's Cultivation was not inferior to his. Under the gazes of all the martial cultivator s, Ling Feng walked to the stage and looked straight at Brushstroke. The distance between the two was less than ten meters.    

    

"My apologies, this thing belongs to my master, so I cannot hand it over to you." He spoke in a very polite tone.    

    

"This is something I have to have, I'm going to take it today." Ling Feng's tone was very tough, and this tough tone made him very unhappy. From the pulling force, no one dared to speak to her like that. If he didn't feel that Ling Feng was special, he would have made his move long ago.    

    

In such a large occasion, how could a young man be the one to speak? This was too presumptuous, but even so, the calligraphy was still very calm on the surface and did not reveal any dissatisfaction.    

    

"So what if I don't?" The tone of his voice turned ice-cold. He was the dignified prestige of the Martial Alliance Master. He would not allow anyone to provoke him.    

    

"If you don't give it to me, I'll kill you." His words were very clear, if they were not given the chance, Ling Feng would directly make his move, very easily and violently. Hearing his words, all the martial cultivator were shocked, the young man in front of them wanted to kill their chief, this was too arrogant. Too ignorant.    

    

"This brat is too arrogant, he actually dared to use such a tone to speak to the chief. He is simply courting death, I think he is a lunatic. Later, the chief will definitely kill him in an instant, let's see who dares to be so impudent in the future."    

    

"There are all kinds of people these days, so don't get too excited, he's just a newborn calf that isn't afraid of a tiger, we'll have him later."    

    

All the martial cultivator s present knew that he was the head disciple of the number one expert, the sword fanatic, the number one person below the level of sword fanatic. He was the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Alliance Master of the Northwest Martial Arts World, Wu Lin.    

    

However, this unknown brat actually dared to talk to him like that, and in the end, he actually said he was going to kill him. Amongst the crowd, there were naturally Elder Zhu and Elder Cheng. The two of them did not expect Ling Feng to be so direct. This was not a typical fight with a sword fanatic, there was no room for compromise at all.    

    

Let alone the sword fanatic, even the stroke in front of him was not an ordinary person. He was the Northwest Martial Arts Alliance Master, and although the Cultivation was not as strong as the sword fanatic, it was still not to be underestimated. After all, he was the head disciple of the sword fanatic, an existence only inferior to the sword fanatic.    

    

However, it was useless for the two to worry. After all, this matter wasn't up to them to decide. Ling Feng had already become the focus of attention and everyone was looking at him sorrowfully. In their hearts, this brat was suicidal.