Zhang Feng's words were too irritating, Chang Tian was so pale, he couldn't wait to swallow this arrogant and narcissistic little bastard.
But what should I do if I can't beat it
He vomited two mouthfuls of blood on his face, his chest was suffocated, and his anger was tumbling, as if he was still vomiting blood. He hesitated every day, and felt that he didn't want other ways.
"Hey, boy, if the old man doesn't show you a little color, you don't know that Lord Ma has three eyes!"
Chang Tian drives the flying sword with a gloomy face, up to the sky.
With a swish, Feijian disappeared from the sky...
"Swordsmanship that fell from the sky?"
Zhang Feng asked Changtian loudly for some reason.
Hearing this, Chang Tian almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. These years of retreat and practice, all he can do in his free time is to watch movies. To be too clear about Zhang Feng's intention is to mock himself.
"Yeah, bastard, let's see how the old man treats you!"
After saying that, the two fingers together to make a sword, shook to point at Zhang Feng.
In an instant, there were thousands of rays of sunshine in the sky, illuminating the entire sky, and even covering up the city lights not far away, with great momentum.
Zhang Feng raised his head to look at the sky, his brows tightened, and then he smiled: "Senior, your trick... I've seen something more powerful!"
Before he finished his words, he flew high into the sky, facing the incoming glow, with a fearless attitude.
The two groups of people on the ground looking up at the sky were shocked by this scene. The people of Xuanhunzong couldn't help shouting, cheering for the old sect master. The dark night gate was silent and everyone was worried for Zhang Feng.
However, in the next scene, everyone's eyes widened, and the jaws with their mouths opened were about to hit the feet.
But seeing a large blue light suddenly appeared in the sky, as if hundreds of guns were shooting at the sky, and the countless rays of light that fell, were like invading aliens...
Dense explosion sparks appeared, and then dense bursts of beans resounded throughout the world.
When the sparks dissipated, the sky was gone.
Zhang Feng stood in the sky, and the golden light of the god-seasoned raging fire armor was bright, and the surrounding blue fire added a bit of domineering to him, like a god, looking down at Chang Tian from a height.
"Puff..." Chang Tian spurted blood again, his tricks were broken, and he could no longer suppress the turbulent anger.
Immediately, the figure fell from a height.
"Old Sect Master... Lost?"
"No, it's impossible!"
"It's over..."
On the side of the Profound Soul Sect, the morale fell to the bottom in an instant, many people murmured, and more people were dumbfounded.
On the contrary, the people in the dark night gate who were silent just now burst into cheers after being shocked.
"The master is mighty!"
"The Dark Night Gate must win!"
"..."
Zhang Feng, who was shining in the night sky, suddenly swooped down at an extremely fast speed. Before Chang Tian fell to the ground, he grabbed his back collar and slowly landed.
He touched down on both feet and quickly eased his energy, jumped three to five meters away, and looked at Zhang Feng with a watchful look.
"Why did you save me?"
"Why?"
Zhang Feng stood with his hand in his hand, with a proud posture, and said: "As I said earlier, I'm here to marry the third wife, not to destroy the Profound Soul Sect. Sit down and talk about the betrothal gift, dowry, etc. How good?"
After finishing talking, he winked at Chang Tian and passed on a wink, like a bandit who hit the door and grabbed a woman, insisting to add luster to his face.
"You... You said it nicely!"
Chang Tian was angry in his chest and cursed, but after a few curses, he felt very boring.
The strength gap between himself and Zhang Feng is like a moat, and it can't be surpassed by a few spells.
Is there really a genius in this world
It is difficult to accept often, but the facts are right in front of us, and we continue to fight. As a result, I die, the Mystic Soul Sect is slaughtered by Zhang Feng, and the ancient school that has been passed down for hundreds of years is completely ended...
With a long sigh, he fell into the sad world.
"Hehe..." Zhang Feng couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and quickly straightened his face, and made a standard martial arts ritual to Chang Tian, "Mr. Chang, please also marry me Chang Wenxin. With the offer, I will compensate for all the losses of the Profound Soul Sect."
Yan Ba waved at the side of the dark night gate.
A Mingtang disciple responded loudly, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Ding Xiaoshan's number.
After everyone on both sides waited curiously for a minute, a bus turned from the highway into the door of the Profound Soul Sect, and stopped when it came to the middle of the confrontation.
The door opened and Ding Xiaoshan jumped out of the car, arching his hands at both sides in a strange way, then opened the storage box of the bus and dragged out eight heavy metal boxes in one go.
After moving the box, he sat on the box and exhaled, looking very tired.
"You make
very? "
I couldn't understand every day and asked Zhang Feng.
Regarding Zhang Feng's proposal, he did not refute, ignore, and maintained a paradoxical attitude.
Zhang Feng smiled indifferently, and said, "Xiaoshan, open the box and let the brothers of Xuanhunzong take a look. My betrothal gift from Zhang Feng!"
"Yes!"
Ding Xiaoshan quickly got up from the box, turned around and opened a mouthful of the box.
In an instant, the nearly two thousand people who stretched their necks and widened their eyes, all seemed to be stinged by the bright light.
Many people are rubbing their eyes, as if questioning the scene they saw.
When all the eight boxes were opened, everyone on both sides was shocked by the bright golden light in front of them, except for the heavy breathing, there was no other performance.
"Mr. Chang, there are 125 kilograms of gold in each box. One of the boxes is one kilogram missing. The eight boxes total 999 kilograms of gold. The value is not high, but it can definitely express my sincerity! "
Zhang Feng clung his hands and said with a smile.
Chang Tian mechanically twisted his neck to look at him, opened his mouth, and was speechless.
Nearly a ton of gold doesn't seem to be much, and it's worth more than 400 million. But how many people have seen so much gold
The golden light was shining under the light, and my eyes were going to be blinded.
The offer is 999 kilograms of gold... This nouveau riche temperament is almost no one!
Chang Tian cursed secretly in his heart, wanting to refuse, but couldn't speak.
I can’t fight, but people’s sincerity is so high...
"Your Excellency is the current Sect Master of Xuanhun Sect, Chang Wuyi?"
Zhang Feng ignored Chang Tian, strode to a place about ten meters away from everyone in the Profound Soul Sect, and bowed his hands in salute.
After brushing for a while, more than a thousand people, and backing all together, they were all frightened by his superior strength, so he didn't dare to be careless.
Chang Wuyi is the suzerain after all. He held his hands strong and said, "Exactly!"
The legs are soft.
Zhang Feng took a deep breath, bowed down on one knee, and said loudly: "Master Yue Zhang is here, please be respected by my son-in-law!"
It was quiet in the big square, and there was no breathing.
On the side of Xuanhunzong, everyone had weird faces, and they had expressions of suffocation that couldn't be said.
The 400-odd people on the dark night gate also had weird expressions. No one felt that there was something wrong with Zhang Feng's visit to the enemy, but some wanted to laugh.
You still have to do enough to grab your wife, and the doormaster's approach is no one!
(End of this chapter)