The Allure of the City: His Royal Highness is Too Provocative

The middle-aged man stared solemnly at Feng Chen who was wearing black armor. For some reason, there was a trace of danger and fear in his heart. This feeling hadn't appeared for a long time.

"Prince Chen really deserves to be the number one genius in the younger generation, and he has already cultivated to the level of Linghuang at such a young age."

Feng Chen was promoted to the Spirit Emperor at such an age, probably the only one in the Central Continent, and also the youngest Spirit Emperor.

"I'm honored, but you're still going to die." Feng Chen said lightly.

The middle-aged man showed anger on his face, "Little Huangkou, it doesn't matter if you advance to the Linghuang, this old man is two ranks higher than you."

After he finished speaking, he didn't stop talking. He took out his staff and instantly summoned countless fireballs to attack Feng Chen. Fire dragons blessed by fire-type spiritual plants roared towards him. He tried his best and didn't hold back.

And the crooked old man also took the opportunity to drive a new hurricane towards Yu Qingqian, trying to strangle her.

Feng Chen snorted coldly, a black mandala bloomed behind him, and a black halo instantly enveloped Yu Qingqian.

The hurricane driven by the crooked old man moved forward, a big khaki hand landed on the black circle of light, ripples appeared in the black light, and soon the big hand merged into the black circle.

"Ah!" A moment later, there was a scream, and the big hand of the crooked old man was torn by the black circle forcefully, and he and the hurricane were sucked in together.

And the fire dragon and fireball of the middle-aged man were immediately melted by the blasting power of countless black balls of light. The spiritual power contained in the fire dragon was completely absorbed by the black ball. come out.

The middle-aged man held his chest and looked at Feng Chen in disbelief, "You, you actually bonded with an imperial-level spiritual plant with its own devouring power."

The imperial-level spiritual plant with devouring power has made countless spiritual plant masters jealous, because those who form a bond can use the imperial-level spiritual plant to absorb the opponent's power in battle and counterattack the opponent.

He still doesn't know that Yu Qingqian has also made a contract with the emperor-level spiritual plant, otherwise he will definitely feel a sense of humiliation. When will the emperor-level spiritual plant fill the streets.

Feng Chen didn't speak, but the cold killing intent was evident in his eyes, "Die."

Immediately, the surrounding space seemed to vibrate, the black mandala suddenly became larger, and a delicate face was half-hidden among the flowers. With a strong suction, the middle-aged man flew towards Feng Chen involuntarily.

"No, no!" The middle-aged man's face was full of horror, he never expected that Feng Chen would be so powerful after being promoted to the Linghuang, "Prince Chen, you can't kill me, otherwise the Leng family will definitely not give up .”

"The Leng family will be destroyed one day, so what if you don't give up?" Feng Chen said indifferently, his mind was moved, and a spiritual power was blessed on the black mandala, making it suck hard, and immediately sucked the middle-aged man Pull into the flower.

The middle-aged man only felt that the spiritual power in his whole body was burning and volatilizing rapidly, and then the vitality was constantly withering. His eyes were desperate, especially when he heard Feng Chen's words, he was even more astonished.

"Are you already prepared to deal with the Leng family? Is it a trap to lure us here today?" The middle-aged man struggled frantically and roared unwillingly.

Feng Chen looked cold, "A dead person doesn't need to know that much."

"No!" The middle-aged man still wanted to make a final death-struggle, wanting to stimulate the remaining spiritual power and spiritual plants in his body to explode.

The black mandala felt the fluctuations in the middle-aged man's body, and in a fit of anger, swallowed it completely in one gulp.

Soon the petals of the black mandala closed and turned into a budding flower, returning to the Lingzhi space.

The middle-aged man and the rickety old man have also completely become the nourishment in Feng Chen Lingzhi's space.