Wen Xingfan fully thought that there would be a good show next, but he didn't expect that before he could finish his words, Feng Yong spat on his face.
After all, Wen Xingfan is also a respected member of the sect. He considers himself to be in a high position and especially values his face. To be spat on by a little girl in front of a large crowd was nothing short of a great shame and humiliation.
At the beginning, Wen Xingfan had not yet reacted. When he did, the audience was already laughing wildly. Although the seven sects are sitting together now, enjoying themselves and seeming to have no gaps at all, that's because they are facing the common enemy Feng Lang. Secretly, the competition among the seven sects is also extremely fierce, and everyone dislikes each other. Mu Bai, Ao Xiu and the representatives of the seven sects laughed when Wen Xingfan made a fool of himself, and had no intention of showing any mercy to Wen Xingxing.
The laughter sounded one after another, like invisible slaps, slapping Wen Xingfan hard on the face. Wen Xingfan was so good-looking, of course he couldn't swallow this bad breath. With a wave of his hand, he strangled Feng Yong's slender, pink neck.
"Stinky girl, you want to die!"[
Seeing Feng Yong's pretty face turned red and full of pain under Wen Xingfan's fingers, Feng Lang's heart ached as if someone had put it on a frying pan and was being tormented over a slow fire.
"Wen Xingfan, if you dare, come after me, Feng Lang, and let my sister go!" Feng Lang's voice was hoarse and full of anger. Several times he tried to rush to the high platform, but was blocked by the masters of the Seven Star Sect.
"You... kill me!" Suffering the suffocating pain, Feng Yong, a weak girl, did not choose to compromise. A pair of phoenix eyes stared directly at Wen Xingfan, with only hatred and no fear at all.
"If you want to die, I'll make it happen for you!" Wen Xingfan viciously let go of his hand, flew off the platform, and shouted, "Get ready to light the fire!"
"Wen Xingfan, how dare you!" After hearing Wen Xingfan's words, Feng Lang's flowing long hair almost stood on end.
Wen Xingfan snorted coldly, pointed at Fenglang, and said, "I have been doing things according to the rules, you'd better not interfere, otherwise, it will not look good on all of us!"
"Wen Xingfan! I... I beg you, let my sister go!" Feng Lang's anxious eyes shed heroic tears, and he knelt down to Wen Xingfan in front of everyone.
Feng Lang's move shocked everyone present, including Wen Xingfan.
Think of Feng Lang fighting against the seven sects with one person's strength. He is unyielding and would rather die than surrender. What kind of hero is that? Who would have thought that such a man could actually kneel down.
"Brother! What are you doing? Get up quickly! I'm not afraid of death, I really am not afraid of death!" Feng Yong cried and shouted, her voice could break a person's heart.
"I beg you, let my sister go, please!" Feng Lang didn't seem to hear Feng Yong's cry, he just looked at Wen Xingfan and begged in pain.
"Master Feng Lang Feng knelt down to me, hahaha... Feng Lang knelt down to me! You all come to see, come to see that! Hahaha..." The laughter on Wen Xingfan's face was extremely ferocious, and he smiled Shouts and Feng Yong's cries lingered in the sky and earth.
Looking at Wen Xingfan who was looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, Ao Xiuzhi's eyes turned red with envy, and he curled his lips and said, "Why doesn't that girl break into the restricted area of my Black Tiger Gate? Now, Wen Xingfan is so powerful."
Although Mu Bai didn't speak, looking at his expression, it was obvious that Wen Xingfan was so proud. His eyes were filled with unconcealable envy and jealousy...