"no sooner said than done… "
There was Zhang Feng's roar back in the square, a voice containing innocence, and many people on the side of the shocking Profound Soul Sect were frowning.
The warriors below the sixth rank can't participate in the confrontation between the two sides at all, even if the cultivation bases are above the sixth rank, they can't resist the intentional actions of the Golden Core cultivators.
"Zhang Feng, Hugh is crazy!"
Chang Wuyi jumped out and yelled at Zhang Feng.
As the father of Chang Wenxin, he was annoyed that his daughter was pregnant before she was married. Now, the enemy is still calling the door, saying that he is going to take his daughter away. Have you ever asked the old man
"Bah, you are a rascal!" Then he added another sentence.
Zhang Feng glanced at him, smacked his lips and ignored him, not wanting to make a fuss too stiff.
Chang Wuyi took Zhang Feng's low-key as contempt, and his face was livid on the spot, and he drew the sword from his waist with a crash, intending to posture desperately.
Fortunately, Chang Qiankun stopped him without saying a word. The meaning was obvious, you couldn't beat Zhang Feng.
"Old man Chang, since you are Wenxin's elder, I don't need to be strong today, lest the Profound Soul Sect suffers too much casualties, and others take advantage of it when I turn around." Zhang Feng smiled indifferently.
"Boy, what you think is too simple, when my Profound Soul Sect tens of thousands of disciples are all made of mud?" Chang Qiankun retorted loudly, just as lifeless.
It seemed that both sides could hold their breath.
Zhang Feng slowly nodded and said, "There are indeed tens of thousands of disciples in the Profound Soul Sect, but I am afraid that none of them will come back before I root out the headquarters of the Profound Soul Sect."
Like the Dark Night Gate, tens of thousands of disciples are scattered all over the world, and it is impossible to gather together to do big things without ten and a half months of preparation.
Besides, many disciples, although possessing martial arts, do things like management and management, and they can deal with ordinary people. They participate in the decisive battle between the two families, and they come out to deliver food.
There are only one or two thousand disciples who can really be used in a decisive battle between the two sides.
At this time, the nearly a thousand people behind Chang Qiankun were basically the essence of Xuanhunzong.
Hearing what Zhang Feng said, Chang Qiankun was annoyed for a while, bluffing or something, in front of the understanding person, it was useless.
Taking a deep breath, he said loudly: "Zhang Feng, you don't think about yourself, but also for the brothers behind you. If these hundreds of people are folded in our Profound Soul Sect, how can you be the master of the dark night gate? Their family account?"
Unequal
Feng retorted, and a neat roar came from behind him.
"I am waiting to fight to the end for the sect master!"
Zhang Feng was present, and the morale of the dark night gate disciples was soaring, far exceeding Chang Qiankun's expectations. It was useless to suppress the opponent's morale.
"Old man Chang, talking so much nonsense is a waste of time, I brought all the wedding dresses, and quickly handed over Wen Xin. I promise not to kill Xuanhunzong, otherwise..."
Zhang Feng stopped talking, waved his hand, the powerful infuriating energy was released, the violent air current swept across the square, and the unparalleled spirit shocked both sides.
The morale of the dark night gate disciples rose again.
On the side of Xuanhunzong... Many people began to look around.
Chang Qiankun asked himself that with his own ability, he couldn't make a scene of flying sand and rocks like Zhang Feng's, and he fell a little in his momentum, and then looked at the two big pits in the square, recalling the scene of Zhang Feng's entrance to his house, and suddenly sighed. Tone.
It's just a monk. As for running to someone else's house to show off his power
"Old Sect Master, Zhang Feng's cultivation level seems to be more than the realm of Grandmaster?" Zuo Hufa whispered.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, his name is Ren Heming, and he looks unremarkable. He has the same black practice clothes with high temples. At first glance, he is a typical master of the inner family. The cultivation level is also the ninth rank, the master of distance. Only one step away.
From his eyes, of course, he could see that Zhang Feng's cultivation was far superior to that of the old master Chang Qiankun.
Chang Qiankun glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Of course, last time I went to his house to bring Wenxin back. If it weren't for his many female family members, he would be afraid to do it, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back."
Upon hearing this, Ren Heming's face changed drastically.
"Beyond the existence of Grand Master, is Zhang Feng a monk?"
As soon as I said this, the surroundings were silent, and the high level of the Xuanhunzong was suppressed.
"Huh!" Li Yang, the right guardian, replied, with a cold face, forty years of age, and a standard posture of a high-ranking person. The sound of the sound made the people around him feel very stressed. Chang Wuyi quickly looked at him with an expression of nervousness.
"It's just a monk, my Profound Soul Sect is not without it!"
After that, Li Yang took out a slender short stick from the arms of the practice suit, pointed it at the sky, and pulled the rope at the bottom forcefully.
Immediately a firework burst into the sky and exploded, and the word "Xuan" appeared in the dark night sky.
Everyone on both sides raised their heads, dumbfounded.
Watching the fireworks in the sky.
"Summon seniors for help?"
Ren Heming was startled, and hurriedly asked Li Yang.
Li Yang raised his head and sneered: "Zhang Feng is a monk, can't our Profound Soul Sect have it?"
"Who, who is the monk?"
Ren Heming asked again with a dazed expression.
As he was the guardian of the left, he didn't know that there were monks in the sect, which made him feel very annoyed.
Chang Wuyi and Chang Qiankun looked at each other, and saw a trace of joking in his father's eyes, which made him feel confused.
What is your father happy about
At this time, Song Chunyu, who was standing behind Zhang Feng, asked in a low voice: "Sect Master, there are masters in the Profound Soul Sect. Please be careful, if necessary... Leave us alone!"
Zhang Feng turned around and glared at him, "Am I the one who left my brother?"
Song Chunyu quickly explained: "Sect master, it doesn't matter if your subordinates are killed in battle. You belong to the dark night gate and all hope, please be sure to protect yourself when you are in danger!"
Zhang Feng glared at him again and ignored it.
"The master!" Song Chunyu stomped anxiously.
For the dark night gate, the situation became more and more dangerous. Song Chunyu was anxious. If the Profound Soul Sect had no reinforcements, Zhang Feng would be able to suppress thousands of people from the opposite Profound Soul Sect with the strength of one person.
But once the Xuanhunzong appeared to be evenly matched with Zhang Feng, the ten tactical squads of the Dark Yemen with more than 400 people, plus the twelve masters in Mingtang, would not necessarily be the thousands of elite Xuanhunzong opponents.
It is very likely that Zhang Feng will be dragged, and others will be caught in a hard fight...
The scene was deadlocked for only a minute or so. There was the roar of an airplane in the sky, and then a golden lightning pierced the sky. An old man dressed in white, with a sword on his feet and white beard and hair, came volleyed into the sky.
"Fuck, flying sword?"
Seeing the old man in the sky, Zhang Feng couldn't help but yelled. He pretended to be too special, and turned around to play with a flying sword.
"Grandpa!"
Chang Qiankun hurriedly knelt down on one knee and saluted the old man in the sky.
Chang Wuyi hurriedly knelt down, calling him the ancestor.
Thousands of other Profound Soul Sect disciples knelt down and shouted in unison: "Greeting to the ancestors to come!"
The old man in the sky is Chang Qiankun's great grandfather, the last generation of Sect Master of Xuanhun Sect, Chang Tian.
(End of this chapter)