Ancient Dragon Spell - C370 Zhan Batian Was Defeated

Looking at the sickly face of this man, Qin Feng was really thinking about this guy’s health. From where this man was standing, Qin Feng could tell that he was thinking about his own health. It seemed like he was the disciple of the Zhong Lingfeng.    

When he thought of the elder with the surname Long of the Zhong Lingfeng, Qin Feng’s facial expression started to become strange when he looked at this middle-aged man.    

The disciples of the Zhong Lingfeng were really strange, each one of them was older than the last.    

“Bang!”    

In an instant, following the words of the main peak strong person’s disciples, a vigorous Qi began to emit from their bodies.    

“Roar!”    

A furious roar was heard.    

A huge shadow flickered behind Zhan Batian.    

That shadow was like a sage, wearing a robe and holding a long scroll in his hand.    

However, although it had a calm expression, it had an unparalleled Fist Intent that was emitted from its body.    

“Hmph… Zhan Batian, you are courting death!”    

Shui Wuhen let out a long roar.    

His handsome face was actually sparkling with lines like dragon marks. Both of his eyes were shining brightly, and he was holding the halberd in his hand. His Qi was boundless.    

The expression on his face also became incomparably crazy.    

“This idiot… Why did he provoke this madman!”    

The disciples who were planning to support Zhan Batian immediately changed their expressions when they sensed Shui Wuhen’s aura.    

They cursed in their hearts.    

Although Shui Wuhen looked delicate and pretty, he was an abnormal being.    

His fighting style was like a madman. If he fought him, even if he didn’t die, he would lose a layer of skin. Therefore, although this Shui Wuhen rarely showed himself, his name was enough to make people remember him.    

“Everyone, it doesn’t seem like it’s the time for us to fight, right? This is the ruins of the Demon Wind and Moon Sect. If we continue to fight like this, it won’t do us any good!”    

A disciple began to dissuade them.    

“That’s right. Senior Brother, it’s better to stop for now. This is Demonic Cultivator’s place. Don’t fall into the evil plot of that demonic path cultivator!”    

“Cough cough cough… not bad…”    

This coughing fellow was clearly the disciple with the sickly face of the Zhong Lingfeng. Qin Feng had also heard someone call him poison king. It was obvious from this sinister name. This fellow who was affected by his illness wasn’t as simple as he appeared to be on the surface.    

“Hmph… Qin Feng, this matter will never end like this. Once we return to the Canghai Sect, you will be dead for sure!”    

In the face of Shui Wuhen’s mightiness, Zhan Batian clearly didn’t have the confidence to win. He could only snort coldly before withdrawing his hand.    

“I have waited for so long. Zhan Batian, is that thing still there? Why does it look weaker than poison king?”    

Lie Yan, who was wearing the Yuehua peak, had a disappointed expression on his delicate and pretty face. However, the words that came out of his attractive little mouth were particularly impactful.    

“Cough, cough, cough…”    

poison king started coughing loudly. He couldn’t help but argue.    

“Junior Sister Lie Yan, this is an old habit of mine. I have a wife!”    

This sentence was clearly an explanation. He still had the guts.    

However, Zhan Batian’s face had already turned red. This flame was clearly scolding him for being a man without guts.    

At this moment, many female disciples’ faces instantly turned red with embarrassment. They were clearly quite helpless towards their formidable Yuehua peak, Eldest Senior Sister.    

“Lie Yan!”    

The pretty face of the Yuehua peak, Elder Lin Yue, was tense. His jade-like hands had even started to clench into a fist.    

Clearly, even Elder Lin Yue was starting to find it difficult to bear Lie Yan’s words.    

“Little Junior Brother, I didn’t expect you to have such courage. Not bad, you have gained face for my peak of the Buddha!”    

Shui Wuhen patted Qin Feng’s Shoulder happily and said.    

Obviously, this Qin Feng was very much to his liking.    

“Senior Brother, aren’t you guys in front? Why did you suddenly come back?”    

Luo Yun couldn’t help but ask curiously.