Even Ye Tong, the top master of the younger generation in the sect, couldn't do anything to him.

Therefore, in the hearts of Li Hao and others, the short-haired young man just now is like a mountain that can never be crossed, standing in their hearts.

Powerful and breathtaking.

At this moment, this extremely powerful young man with short hair was slapped to the ground by Lu Feng.

Everyone didn't believe it.

But everyone had to believe it.

"call!"

The short-haired young man gritted his teeth and touched his swollen face, feeling increasingly angry.

"You are the first one who dares to slap me."

"You will pay a heavy price!"

The short-haired young man took a deep breath and then slowly stood up straight.

The next second, the short-haired young man rushed over again without giving Lu Feng a chance to speak.

The momentum is fierce, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

This time, the short-haired young man definitely used what he had learned throughout his life and used all his strength.

He wanted to defeat Lu Feng with one move!

On the other hand, Lu Feng was still standing where he was, not moving an inch.

That calm gaze was closely focused on the movements of the short-haired young man.

It was as if he could see through all the attack paths of the short-haired young man.

"Die!!"

The young man with short hair opened his eyes angrily, gritted his teeth, and punched his face like a fist the size of a sandbag.

The great elder and others felt tense at the same time.

Lu Feng, can he resist?
Chapter completed!