boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shaoqiu's peak momentum at the third level of the art spirit was released without any concealment, and instantly forced the Qinglian Sanren who had just fallen to the ground to retreat, and he could not even breathe.

This...this is...

Her face couldn't help but tremble, and the Qinglian Sanren was stunned.

At this moment, he had already realized that this was the momentum of a third-level peak art spirit master. But he never expected that his point would be so memorable that he could actually meet such a peerless powerful man here.

However, the horror in his heart had not yet fallen.

Bang!

Another light sound came out, and Yan Tianxing also dropped his chopsticks and said with a gloomy face: Just a second-level early-stage mistress, you dare to shout in front of us old guys. You really have a habit."

Wow!

Another extremely terrifying and powerful aura came out, heading towards the Qinglian Sanren, which made him feel so hard that his heart almost stopped.

He also felt the strength of this momentum. This was the powerful momentum of a late-stage master of the third-level martial arts and spirit level, and it was definitely not something he could easily compare with.

Originally, a peak master of Art Spirit appeared, which scared him to the point of being terrified. But unexpectedly, another one came, how could he beat him? Even if he wanted to run away, he probably wouldn't have the chance.

After all, the strength gap between the two sides is too big. The two masters of the third-level art spirit are surrounded by one. The rookie who has just broken through the second-level art spirit is just a fish and turtle in a jar and can only surrender.

Thinking of this, the Qinglian Sanren was about to cry.

But before he could squeeze out a trace of tears of despair, he immediately followed, with a pair of chopsticks slapped on the table. The old guys at the table immediately exuded their momentum, with a huge momentum.

Six consecutive powerful auras of the Art Spirit War King, each of which was stronger than his Qinglian Sanren, and immediately scared him so much that he almost peed out.

By the way, are you here to have a dinner together? Why are so many experts coming out at once?

Big brothers...Brothers, brothers, I don’t know how many of you guys are here just now, I hope he can forgive me!"

With a mouth sagging, the innocent and innocent man basically apologized to the six people on the table in a crying voice, clasped his fists, and his knees were trembling, and he was almost kneeling.

Everyone rolled their eyes, too lazy to look at him, Yan Tianxing even made a random palm: Big Buddha Seal!”

puff!

A golden light flashed and immediately hit the Qinglian Sanren's chest. He knocked him away and vomited blood.

Then, Yan Tianxing knocked on the wine glass and said: It's okay, it's okay, everyone continue to eat, don't let the mess ruin our elegant mood. By the way, the head of the family, where did you just talk about?"

Oh, I'll say..."

Yang Feng did not stop his slap in his mouth from beginning to end, and ignored the movements behind him, and was still talking nonstop looking at his grand blueprint.

Yan Tianxing and the others also gave face, listened carefully, and looked at him with admiration from time to time, which greatly increased Yang Feng's self-confidence and was quite pleased.

At this moment, they were still chatting and laughing, calm, as if nothing had happened, only the men of the backer king lying on the ground, showing how tragic the battle situation was just now.

Seeing all this, everyone in the bearded man couldn't help but be confused.

Didn’t it mean that the masters of the War Emperor Warrior are all rare in the world? Why did so many appear at once today? Eight people on a table, and one of them was also a child, and six Warrior Warriors emerged?

Grandma, what a bear, when did the War Emperor's Skill be so cheap? Like a cabbage, you can see it everywhere?

And who is this family sacred? How can we have so many peerless masters accompanying you?

The bearded men and the others were twitching, shocked, especially the boy, staring at Yang Feng and the others in disbelief, with confusion in their eyes.

Which powerful people are they? Who is this second-generation ancestor? Why are so many masters guarding him?

At first, he felt that Yang Feng's family was sick and did not know how to live or die. But now, he realized that it was not that others were sick, but that others had the strength and were so arrogant.

So what if you meet a army that supports the King of the Reluctance to transport the birthday gift? You won’t take it seriously at all!

In a daze, the bearded men who wanted to rob the Tao fell to the ground, staring foolishly at the group of peerless masters who were eating, drinking and having fun.

The Five Poisons Boy rushed over and came to the Qinglian Sanren who had his cultivation level sealed by the Buddha's seal. He punched and kicked him while beating and scolding: You just bullied me, old man, stinky old man, is that amazing? There is no old man in our family, hum. Our old man is much better than you, so you can be proud..."

Bang bang bang bang!

The Qinglian Sanren was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face, but he was suffering and could only bear it.

Who would have thought that his heroic appearance just now would come to an end so soon? Alas...

Half an hour later, Yang Feng wiped the corner of his mouth full of oil stains, turned around with unsatisfactory feelings, burping, and looking at the crowd of people kneeling in front of him.

There were those big beards, the little prince and the old man Qinglian, etc.

But at this time, the old man Qinglian no longer had the same immortal spirit as before. Instead, his face was swollen like a pig's head. The cold winter thunder was still poisoned and continued to twitch.

With a wicked smile on his face, Yang Feng first looked at the little prince and others and said: Everyone, I ask myself that he is a peace-loving person. He doesn’t cause trouble or cause trouble. Why do you have to cause trouble for me? Where did I offend you?"

Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!”

The corner of his mouth sagged, and the little prince waved his hand quickly and explained: Just now, Xiao Wang thought you were in the same group with them, so he was so offensive, so I hope you will forgive me."

Xiao Wang?

With a raised eyebrows, Yang Feng said strangely: Do you call yourself Xiao Wang? Are you the King's Earl?"

Yes, yes, my grandfather is the king of support. This time I sent us to the imperial capital to congratulate His Majesty on his birthday and sent him to the birthday gift. Who knew that he had halfway…”

The King of Backers?”

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng shouted again, lifting his eyelids and thinking: Hey, this name is so familiar, I have heard it before... Oh, I remember it, Lao Tie!"

After thinking for a while, he finally recalled that the King of Reinforcements was the last pillar of the Fenglei Huangfu family that Lao Tie mentioned, the man on the ninth place in the world.

His position in Fenglei is basically the same as that of Lao Tie in Nanzhao, and he is the last ace to defend the royal family.

In other words, the backer may be an obstacle to him taking down the wind and thunder in the future.

His eyes were circling around, and Yang Feng immediately smiled evilly and said: Little Prince, don’t be too polite, there is no misunderstanding, we are here to rob your birthday gift."

Ah? You are here to rob the birthday gift? Then who are you? Why do you rob the birthday gift we sent to His Majesty? Do you know what kind of sin this is?"

Are we still afraid of any serious crimes? With the strength of our Murong family's White Tiger Army, even if the emperor knew that we had robbed it, so what? Will he dare to touch a hair in our family? Hahaha..."

What? The Murong family of the White Tiger Army?"

As soon as this said, everyone present suddenly exclaimed in surprise. Not only the little prince and others, but also the big bearded man.

Yang Feng grinned, and didn't look at their horrified eyes. He immediately raised his head and continued to say arrogantly: That's right, I will not change my name or surname. Murong Yingjun is the prince of the Murong family. This time he snatched the birthday gift to my uncle and the Murong family as a gift, hum!"

puff!

Hearing this sentence, Mo Shaoqiu couldn't help but lower his head and smile.
Chapter completed!