The female instructor of Zheng Ancheng Arbitration Church walked to the corner and stood next to Feng Yang, "Why don't you talk while drinking alone?"

"Is it about to start?" Feng Yang put down the wine jar and looked up at the female leader.【】

"Let's go." The female leader turned around, and Feng Yang followed closely behind. He didn't put down the wine jar and drank as he walked. Everyone was watching him along the way. After all, walking in tandem with the female leader really gave people a lot of room for daydreams.

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He and the female leader walked to the front of the hall and stood on the temporary platform. Everyone had stopped talking and were talking about Feng Yang and the female leader.

"It's an honor for all of you to come to Zheng'an City as a guest. Next, let me introduce to you. The person next to me is Feng Yang, the supreme coach of the Arbitration Church. This feast is also to celebrate him and wash away his dust." A brief sentence

Her voice is as beautiful as the sound of nature. People may not remember her appearance, but they will never forget her voice. This is a voice that people will never forget after hearing it.

Many people seemed to have forgotten to marvel that Feng Yang was the supreme instructor, but listened quietly to the voice of the female instructor. It was not until the female instructor stopped that everyone came back to their senses and turned their attention to the female instructor.

No one would have thought that such a young and decadent young man, who had a lazy look and was drinking with his head raised, looked like an alcoholic, was actually the supreme coach of the head teacher.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd below exploded, with the strongest expressions being those of Xiao Tingwei and Teng Xiong. The two looked at each other, with a look of horror and a hint of despair in each other's eyes.

"Go down and get to know each other." The female leader said to Feng Yang.

Feng Yang grinned, took a sip of wine, and walked out first.

The female leader hurriedly followed, and then introduced Feng Yang one by one.

"This is Zhou, the leader of Dongcheng."

"How different is the leader of Nancheng?"

"Jiang Pingzheng, the leader of Xicheng."

"Beicheng leader Changxing."

"Zhu Fei, the leader of the largest gang in Dongcheng."

"The richest man in Zheng'an City..."

The female leader introduced Feng Yang, and Feng Yang greeted him warmly while drinking, just like a scheming boy.

Leaders from major cities came up one after another to toast and make friends, and Feng Yang also welcomed all who came. He gave everyone the impression that he was a young man who was inexperienced in the world.

If they hadn't known that the female leader couldn't lie about this kind of thing, and couldn't tell lies, these leaders would really have doubted whether Feng Yang was the idiot hired by the female leader for hundreds of dollars just to make a gimmick.

However, while Feng Yang was talking with a group of people, a two-star headhunter ran in hastily.

The sanctioners here can only serve as gatekeepers. You can imagine how important the people inside are. When they saw the two-star headhunter, the sanctioners stopped him and shouted: "Get out, this is the place where you can come."

A place?”

"I have something urgent to do with Feng Yang," the man said anxiously.

The sanctioner sneered: "Now everyone has something urgent to do with Feng Yang. Is it more important for you or for the leader inside?"

"Then you'd better report it as soon as possible, otherwise all of us will be dead if it's too late." The two-star headhunter glared at the punisher angrily.

"If you continue to mess around here, don't blame us for not caring about the kindness of our colleagues." The punisher shouted loudly.

The two-star headhunter thought for a while and suddenly shouted loudly: "Feng Yang, something happened in Juxian Pavilion."

"Fuck, you have to get better." Upon seeing this, the punisher raised his hand and struck.

In the middle of the fight, his arm suddenly became unable to move. When he turned around, he found a young man holding a wine jar standing beside him and grabbing his wrist.

"What's the matter?" Feng Yang said lightly, and the punisher fell back without any resistance.

At this time, other instructors also came out, a little confused.

"Juxian Pavilion is under attack, and the opponent is very strong." The two-star headhunter said urgently.

"What?" Feng Yang's face changed drastically. He didn't have time to say hello to the others, so he flew out first and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Go to Juxian Pavilion." The female leader left a message and flew over immediately after.

Feng Yang used his speed to the extreme, covering a distance of a hundred feet in an instant, and within a moment, he had returned to Juxian Pavilion.

At this time, dozens of headhunters fell to the ground, each one seriously injured.

Feng Yang flew into Juxian Pavilion and found a familiar figure looking for something in the hall.

"The man in purple shirt, it's you again." Feng Yang fell in the yard and made a cold voice.

The man in purple shirt in the hall turned around and glanced at Feng Yang, showing a slightly surprised expression. Apparently he didn't expect that Feng Yang could come over so quickly.

"Long time no see." The man in purple shirt was also very calm. He walked out of the hall slowly with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Yang stared at the man in purple shirt and entered a fighting state. As soon as the man in purple shirt made a move, he could immediately counterattack. Compared with half a year ago, Feng Yang was more powerful.

There are too many. Even when facing the powerful purple-shirted man, he is no longer afraid. Courage and strength are directly proportional, which is the so-called boldness of skilled people.

"Find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for you." The man in purple stretched out his hand and pointed at Feng Yang, "Master said, if I can't kill you, I will give you something good."

Feng Yang's eyes suddenly stopped at the arm of the man in purple shirt pointing at him, the slap missing a finger. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Feng Yang's mind. He seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't grasp it.

I understand but I don’t understand.

However, just when Feng Yang was sinking into this kind of thinking, four figures suddenly appeared beside him. These four figures gradually evolved from transparent to solid. When Feng Yang suddenly kicked his eyes, the four people attacked.

They had already hit Feng Yang at the same time, and Feng Yang was sent flying away.

"You are so careless. You dare to lose your focus in the face of a strong enemy. The master will be very disappointed if he knows it." The man in purple shook his head, and then waved his arm slowly as Feng Yang flew away.

But the landslide air was as sharp as a sword, and the energy of heaven and earth quickly gathered into three arrows that flew toward Feng Yang.

"I didn't expect you to be that strong." Feng Yang curled his lips disapprovingly, then steadied his body in the air, slashed his palm down suddenly, dissipating the three arrows, and then another energy flew towards him.

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Feng Yang fell to the ground and made a wrong step. He had already calculated that the energy of this step could not even touch the skirt of his clothes.

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment the energy passed by him, it exploded, and the violent impact caused Feng Yang to be blown away.

At this time, in the direction where Feng Yang was blown away, two ghostly figures appeared out of thin air. From transparent to clear, the change was so fast that it made people feel unexpected.

"Li Shang, Chou Duan, it's you again, it turns out you are all in the same group." The message in Feng Yang's mind became clearer, and he suddenly shot up into the sky, avoiding the attacks of Chou and Duan.

However, while in the air, two figures suddenly appeared. A long whip was swept towards Feng Yang's body, and a flying knife was directed towards Feng Yang's throat. Both attacks were as fast as lightning.

Li and Shang are the first and second oldest, and their combat prowess is the first and second among the four. Feng Yang suffered a lot at the hands of the four of them half a year ago.

However, Feng Yang is not the Wu Xia Amon of the past. His strength level has now reached the peak of the first-grade Martial God. His strength and combat power are even more invincible against the third-grade Martial God. He has no opponent. Even if he encounters a fourth-grade Martial God, he can still perform earth-level martial arts.

ravaged.

Li and Shang in front of them are still fifth-level and ninth-level martial immortals. Although their strength has improved greatly compared to half a year ago, their progress is still a little slower than Feng Yang.

"Air blast punch."

Feng Yang punched out with two fists. When the fists reached the end, there was a violent turbulence and explosion in the air, causing ripples in the air. At the same time, Li and Shang, who were several feet away, also flew backwards strangely.

, spraying blood.

Then Feng Yang caught the flying knife with two fingers, turned around and threw the flying knife towards Chou on the ground. Chou subconsciously moved his body, but it was still not as fast as the flying knife.

It pierced the body, sputtering out a stream of blood, then gritted his teeth, and the body disappeared instantly.

"However, we have made great progress in the past six months." The man in purple admired Feng Yang. After finishing his words, he slashed his arm out, and a huge blade suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, slashing towards Feng Yang.

Feng Yang moved in the air, letting a knife strike from the side of his body, and then punched the air with his right fist again.

The man in purple knew that in order to dodge this kind of space martial arts, he had to change his position in advance, but Feng Yang's attack speed was too fast. He couldn't react in time when Feng Yang punched him. He wasn't that fast.

So he could only cross his arms across his chest when Feng Yang's fist punched out of thin air.

Bang.

The purple-shirted man's arms were numb and painful from the force of the impact. Even though he had superb strength and amazing reflexes, his feet were also shaken and slid out against the ground.

The man in the purple shirt moved his arm, and a sword hilt suddenly appeared in his hand, and then a blood-red blade appeared strangely on the hilt, inch by inch, which was very strange.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan."

The man in purple flew into the air, and the strange long sword flew to the top of Feng Yang's head. The sword quickly absorbed the energy of the world. No matter how Feng Yang moved, the sword would move with it, always locking Feng Yang's body.

The head was erected above Feng Yang's head, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Feng Yang's forehead.

"Isn't Wan Jian Guizong the treasure of the Wan Jian Sect? How can he know such martial arts, and he is still at the local level? This should be the lost version of Wan Jian Sect." Feng Yang was extremely surprised, and

At this time, the man in purple had already flown into the sky above Feng Yang's head, clutching the strange bloody sword tightly.

The next moment, dozens of bloody swords appeared around Feng Yang, forming a circle surrounding Feng Yang.

"Chirp chirp chirp."

Sounds of tearing the air sounded one after another. Feng Yang opened the Eyes of the Extreme Eagle, but all he could do was see a purple figure flying towards him in the air.

Subconsciously, he flashed to the side, and a purple afterimage flew past him, and a hole was pulled out of his chest.

However, at this time, the man in purple had already flown to the other side, holding a bloody long sword that was surrounding Feng Yang and shooting at Feng Yang again.

Feng Yang could only rely on his fighting spirit to move and dodge, and was scratched by the sword of the man in purple every time.
To be continued...