Huh! The cool forest wind blew the chaotic hair of the Poison King. When the Poison King heard this familiar voice, he opened his eyes slowly. He saw the strong figure in front of him, and tears flowed down his face.

In front of them, the Wu King master who had been swaying in his teeth and claws had a pale face at this moment, and he had completely lost his voice. His body shook slightly and he fell straight backwards.

On his forehead, there was a blood hole the size of an index finger, and the red blood was thrust outwards.

So strong! His body couldn't help but tremble. The killers around him looked at Yang Feng in disbelief, with extremely ugly faces.

The strong wind of a flick of his fingers can directly penetrate the head of a powerful Martial King. This person's strength is at least a master above the third level of the Martial King. He is a tough guy! Gudu... Suddenly, the sounds of swallowing spits hard, one after another.

Yang Feng didn't care about the solemnity of these people, but just looked down at his clothes and looked around the lush forests around him, scratching his head in confusion: "Hey, why am I here?

Am I practicing in the guest room of Hehuan Sect?”

"Master, this matter has a long story. Now the most urgent thing is to escape from these pursuers first."

At this time, after a brief period of anxiety, the Poison King hurriedly said: "They have a lot of people and powerful people, so we should not be in love with each other.

You go first, I'll come to the palace behind!"

"Who is behind your palace?

Just like you are now, how many seconds can you be able to do it?"

When Yang Feng heard his words, he looked back at his embarrassed and weak appearance, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Besides, every time I fight, when will I retreat to the back?

OK, you have a good rest, leave it to me."

Papa! He gently patted the Poison King's shoulder to relax. Yang Feng looked at the killers around him again, hooked his little finger and said, "Don't waste my time, go together!"

What a big tone! Your pupils couldn't help but shrink. Everyone looked at each other, and they were all secretly angry, and then rushed up in anger.

"You guy, you are arrogant. This is what you said, seeking death!"

Huh! The terrifying momentum approached Yang Feng and the others as if the sky had collapsed.

The Poison King's heart tightened and quickly reminded: "Master, don't underestimate the enemy, they are..." Boom! However, before he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise. The violent hurricane hit the entire forest in the blink of an eye, swelling up smoke and dust in the sky. The violent air pressure instantly choked the Poison King so hard that he couldn't speak.

After everything calmed down and the smoke disappeared, the Poison King looked forward again, and his pupils suddenly burst and his eyes almost fell out.

At this moment, the endless green onions had completely turned into a piece of yellow sand, and there was no limit to the distance. There was nothing else around me except a pool of blood.

The more than 20 martial king-level killers who had previously been evil in their viciousness disappeared completely at this time.

Yang Feng waved his strong arms, as if he was moving his body, turned around and grinned at the Poison King, "Old poison, what did you just want to say?"

"Uh... I mean... You have just recovered from a serious illness. Be gentle when you are active, don't hurt your muscles..." "Well, I know, I just moved casually and didn't use too much force.

By the way, I have not moved this body for nearly a month, and it has become stiff, tsk."

Yang Feng raised his lips and said without caring about it.

The Poison King stared at Yang Feng tightly, but he couldn't believe that the strength of their tutor was so amazing that he destroyed more than twenty martial kings with every move.

He is really worthy of being the leader, and his talent is high.

Everyone came to the spiritual world together, but the leader's strength has always been far superior to them.

It can be imagined that in the future, under the leadership of the leader, my Holy Fire Sect will surely shine and dominate the spiritual world. Hehehe.

Thinking of this, the Poison King showed a gratified smile.

Yang Feng jumped a little and moved his body thoroughly. Finally, he turned around and asked about the serious matter: "By the way, old poison, what am I doing?

Why are we here and I have no clothes?"

"Uh..." The face darkened, and the Poison King sighed helplessly: "Master, wait until I return to your Xiongfeng Mansion with you, and then report it all in detail, don't ask now."

"I'll know now!"

A thick air spurted out from Yang Feng's nostrils, and his attitude was very firm.

The Poison King was wandering, silently.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yang Feng immediately took out a piece of clothes from the storage ring and changed it to it, and turned around and left: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I will check it out by myself when I go back to the Hehuan Sect!"

"No, Master, you can't go back, there will be danger."

“What dangers can be there?

I am a distinguished guest of Hehuan Sect!”

"Oh, you're not now!"

“Why?”

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows.

The Poison King gritted his teeth and was silent again.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and ignored him: "If you don't say it, I'll go back and ask myself, you can't stop me!"

"Master!"

With a loud shout, Yang Feng stopped. After thinking about it for a while, the Poison King finally sighed helplessly and told everything.

After hearing this, Yang Feng was completely confused: "What did you say?

I rushed into the Red Flame Demon Girl's boudoir in the middle of the night and occupied her?

And that Red Flame Demon is just a little bit?"

"Yes, Wu'er is going to offer her medicine to the ancestors. You suddenly broke into her and are now the enemy of the entire Hehuan Sect.

If you want to go back, no matter how strong you are, you will definitely die.

That ancestor Hehuan is a light beast with one of the seven spiritual essences of the heaven. His strength is unfathomable, so the leader thinks twice."

The Poison King persuaded him earnestly, but Yang Feng couldn't listen to a word, his eyes were stunned and completely dumbfounded.

After a while, Yang Feng slapped himself and couldn't help but sigh: "She is still a child. I'm such a fucking beast. How can I... Alas, it's all the blame for the secret to dual cultivation.

By the way, why didn’t she tell me about such a big thing?

If I had known it before..." "The leader was angry, Wu'er just worried about the leader's safety, so she wouldn't tell you.

After all, the leader of the Sect had just arrived in the spiritual world and was not yet a weapon, and she was controlled by the Fire Palace again. If you did anything unwise because of this…” “Okay, needless to say, go!”

Before he could finish his words, Yang Feng turned around and left.

The Poison King was stunned: "Master, where are you going?"

"Nonsense, rescue them all."

"Master, don't..." The Poison King was anxious and quickly advised him, but Yang Feng slapped him with a big mouth.

Yang Feng's eyes were filled with endless murderous intent and said lightly: "Are you too arrogant, or do you think I can't take the knife anymore?

I think I am better at doing things than this leader, right?
Chapter completed!