Feng Qingyang raised his head, and his eyes hidden by his eyelashes instantly released a bright light.
Looking at the huge fist coming towards him like the wind, he just raised his hand casually, and caught it in Wu Meng's extremely horrified eyes. At the same time, he exerted a little force on his hand, and just squeezed it lightly, and there was a click sound.
Accompanied by a wailing cry, a beautiful parabola was seen across the sky, and then there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground. In an instant, the scene fell into a brief calm.
Clapping his hands, Feng Qingyang casually brushed off his clothes and came in front of Wu Duo with a smile on his face. He looked extremely bright and his handsome face made it easy for others to like him. However, for Wu Duo at this moment, this smile was extremely weird.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a gulp, his face looking extremely ugly. He turned around to look at Wu Meng who had been unable to get up from the ground for a long time, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. He forced out a smile with difficulty, but in Feng Qingyang's eyes, this smile was uglier than crying.
"Big... Big... Big Brother!" Wu Duo wailed with a sad face. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of flattery on his face. The change was so fast that even Feng Qingyang was a little surprised.
"Brother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so mean to you. If I had known you were so powerful, I wouldn't have been so mean to you." As he spoke, the flattering look on his face became even more intense.
Feng Qingyang felt nauseous and almost vomited. He turned his head away hurriedly, as if he didn't want to see Wu Duo's disgusting face. Just as he turned his head, a crazy roar suddenly sounded beside him.
"Go to hell, you deserve to be in big trouble for meeting your uncle Wuduo!" Then, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and an extremely powerful force came from the side. Just by feeling, I'm afraid that a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building would be smashed into a meat patty with just one punch.
"Die..." The crazy voice became more violent, but Feng Qingyang seemed not to see it and turned around slowly. The moment he turned around, the fist hit his chest.
Bang... A muffled groan was heard, but it was not from Feng Qingyang, but from Wu Duo who had fallen into a brief daze. His eyes bulged in disbelief. Just as he was wondering, he felt a powerful recoil force coming from his hand, and then he flew up with a whoosh.
That feeling of being in the fog really made him feel wonderful, but what he was thinking about at this moment was not that wonderful feeling, but a sharp pain. Recalling the previous punch, he felt that he had hit a piece of iron plate. The recoil force almost shattered his tendons and veins.
Then his eyes went dark and he was about to faint. However, even if he wanted to faint, he couldn't. At the moment he wanted to close his eyes, he suddenly saw the person he least wanted to see.
It was none other than Feng Qingyang who flew over. His big hands were like iron pliers. He grabbed Wu Duo's neck and lifted him up. Without even looking at him, he swung his hand and smashed it to the ground with a bang.
It was unknown how long it was before he finally stopped. Looking at Wumeng Wuduo in front of him, which looked like a puddle of mud, Feng Qingyang felt extremely happy. He seemed to be venting.
If an ordinary person was smashed like this by him, he would have been turned into a meat patty long ago, but the people of the Great Wutian Clan are very strong, and Feng Qingyang did not use much strength, so although it seemed terrifying, it was actually gentle.
"You... tell me if I am the boss?" As he said this, he grinned again, and his two sharp fangs were immediately exposed, flashing a cold light in the dim sky and earth, which was very dazzling to the eyes.
Wu Mengwuduo looked at each other, and there was no arrogance on their faces anymore, only fear and horror, but if you look closely, you will find a hint of awe in their faces.
That is the respect for the strong. No matter where you are, no matter what race you are, as long as you are strong, you will be respected. Even if Feng Qingyang is a zombie, if one day he can become strong enough to cover the sky with one hand, then no one will dare to kill him anymore!
"You are the boss... You are our boss!" This time, the two were completely convinced and no longer dared to have any improper thoughts. However, when they looked at the unconscious disciples of the ten major sects, their faces suddenly became a little abnormal.
Feng Qingyang certainly saw this, but he didn't point it out and pretended not to know.
"Why are you looking for me?"
"You are the person our chief has chosen to find. It is said that you are the son of destiny. But that's all we know. Besides, we are just small minions in the tribe, otherwise we wouldn't be doing such a hard job of looking for someone." Wuduo said with a sad face.
"Son of Destiny?" Feng Qingyang was excited when he heard this. It was the Son of Destiny again. Who exactly was this Son of Destiny? Why did the people of Wuzhen tribe call him the Son of Destiny
Although he was confused, he was certain of one thing: there might be some unknown secret inside this world bead. As the second party involved, he was completely confused, but those old foxes who hid it very deeply knew it well.
"Take me to see your chief." After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to go to the witch tribe first. He believed that his life would not be in any danger. After all, he was what they called the son of destiny.
Then he turned around and glanced at the disciples of the ten major sects next to him. After thinking for a long time, he flicked his fingers and a gray spot of light instantly appeared at the corner of his neck. If you didn't look carefully, you would definitely not be able to see it.
Leaving his mark behind would also make it easier to find them in the future. He then picked up Wu Meng Wu Duo with one hand and asked, "Where are we going first?"
"Now... now you can't leave..."
"Why?"
"The tribes have started a war, and now the situation is in chaos. The tribe has already started its defense. If we go there like this, we will definitely be surrounded and killed halfway. Moreover, this is a battlefield. It is said that the Wuzhen tribe on the other side of the Tianxian Mountains has already attacked us."
At this point, Feng Qingyang finally understood that Wu Meng and Wu Duo were just small followers, otherwise he would not let them do such a thing.
"Take me to the center of the battlefield..." Feng Qingyang's face darkened and he said silently. If he couldn't go to the tribe, he could only go to the battlefield. Only there could he find the information he wanted.
"But… "
“Don’t be so picky!”
Then, under the guidance of the two, Feng Qingyang flew up quickly in the plain, twisting and turning in the air, and suddenly flew a long distance. On the way, he also met many people from the other Wu tribes, but they were all smashed to pieces by him with one punch.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and he kept moving forward bathed in blood. It seemed that all the people of the Great Witch Clan were no match for him in one move. The further he went, even he became confused.
"Did I overestimate their strength?" He murmured, but in his heart he was recalling the battle with the Great Witch Saint and the Saint Girl in the Xianshan Mountains. It didn't seem that easy, and the Saint Girl was even more powerful.
The land of the Wu clan is not only populated by the powerful people of the Great Wu Clan, but also by many wild beasts, such as the giant shark that looks like a bird but is not a bird.
He was flying all the way, killing more and more people, and it seemed that he was about to enter the core circle of the battlefield. Suddenly, his body, which was originally flying in a straight line, made a 90-degree turn in the air and disappeared into the ground with a swish.
He raised his hand and with a surge of magic power, he quickly set up a barrier and hid himself inside it. His face was solemn, even a little frightened.
"He is a powerful Jindan, but he is not from the Wuzhen tribe!" He muttered to himself, looking at Wumeng Wuduo who was already scared out of his wits.
He asked, "Have we reached the edge of the battlefield?"