Zhao Xipin said, "Of course! Dad, you don't know yet, but Piaomiao Villa has already hooked up with the Fantasy Beast Clan. With the Fantasy Beast Clan as his backer, how can he not be bold?"
"What?" Zhao Weihu looked at Zhao Xipin in surprise. Even if he and Chen Chang didn't deal with each other, he still couldn't believe that Chen Chang would collude with the fantasy beast clan.
"Zhao Xipin, what time has it been? You are still talking nonsense here. Are you really going to drag your father and the Three Saints into the abyss?" He Zong was furious when he heard this, and he just wanted to rush up and slap Zhao Xipin in the mouth. There are some things that they, the juniors, can say freely among themselves, but when they reach the level of Zhao Weihu, big trouble will happen.
"Hmph!" Zhao Weihu shouted loudly, his breath bursting out and rolling straight towards the He Sect. The He Sect was only at the seventh level, so how could he withstand this bulldozer-like intimidation? His face changed horribly, and he took three steps back in succession.
Fortunately, Tan Yang on the side took action to support him in time, preventing him from becoming even more embarrassed. However, Tan Yang also felt uncomfortable, and there was also a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. It has been rumored for a long time that Zhao Weihu's cultivation is not inferior to the four elders of the four major annexes. Now after a test, Tan Yang finally confirmed that the rumors were true. [
"Are you Tan Yang, Zhu Hexuan's apprentice?" Zhao Weihu looked at Tan Yang with his eyes.
Tan Yang paused slightly but did not answer. It wasn't that he was being exaggerated on purpose, it was Zhao Weihu's aura that was too harsh, making him unable to speak even if he wanted to.
"Cultist Zhu Hexuan is really good at it. Gu Jianxin has reached the peak of the eighth level at such a young age, which is staggering. I didn't expect that you are younger than Gu Jianxin, but your cultivation level is no worse than him." Zhao Weihu nodded in praise.
Hearing that Zhao Weihu's tone was quite gentle, Tan Yang felt relieved. He was about to take advantage of Zhao Weihu's praise of him and his good impression to say a few words. Unexpectedly, Zhao Weihu turned his face faster than turning the page in a book. Before he could open his mouth, his expression suddenly changed. He became cold and stern, his eyes shot out even more cold electricity, and his words changed even more. "But if you think that with your small skills, you dare to act wild in front of me, then you are fanciful!"
As soon as the words fell, even more majestic pressure was like a torrent, sweeping towards Tan Yang and the He Sect. Zhao Weihu had only targeted one person from the He Sect just now, but this time, Tan Yang was also included in the attack target.
Tan Yang felt as if his chest had been hit hard, the pain was unbearable, and his feet flew backwards uncontrollably. The He Zong was even worse. He straightened his body, opened his mouth and spit out a blood arrow, and his face instantly turned pale as paper.
Tan Yang couldn't help but curse in his heart, Zhao Xipin is not a thing, and his father is not a toy. Not only did he bully the young, but he was so ruthless. It can be said that he didn't care about the friendship between his fellow students at all.
"Clan Chief Zhao, show mercy!" Seeing that Tan Yang and the He Sect were in a critical situation, Chunying could no longer sit idly by and stood up in a hurry.
Xia Ying's movements were faster than hers. Seeing her lover being bullied, what woman could maintain restraint? With a sweet shout, Xia Ying struck out more than ten palms in an instant, and the palm power was like waves, blasting straight towards Zhao Weihu.
"Who is it? Looking for death!" Zhao Weihu didn't expect that someone would dare to attack him. In anger, without any hesitation, he waved his hand and formed a giant palm print, which went straight towards Xia Ying's more than ten palms. .
Xia Ying was only at the eighth level of peak cultivation, which was almost the same as Tan Yang. Zhao Weihu couldn't resist Zhao Weihu's momentum. He let out a sweet cry and used more than ten palm strikes, which was almost instantly broken by Zhao Weihu's huge palm print. This wasn't the end yet, Zhao Weihu roared loudly and swept straight towards Xia Ying without changing his palm movements.