It wasn't until the fainted Emperor Huangji came to his senses that he ordered someone to clean up the arena. He looked at Ji Wufeng with a malicious look and left in a hurry.
He wished he could beat Ji Wufeng into a pulp on the spot, but he didn't dare. Back then, the powerful defender wanted to attack Ji Wufeng, but what was the result?
Ming Jiudao and Ming Qingxuan of the Netherworld Fox Tribe came forward to protect him at the same time. In front of Mang Li, the emperor's powerful man slapped him a dozen times, which was extremely humiliating.
Ming Qingxuan also said that with the Gu-raising plan, there is nothing wrong with people of his generation even if they kill Ji Wufeng, but if a powerful Emperor ends up, then he will have to wait for the Nether Fox Clan's crazy revenge.
Therefore, no matter how much he wanted Ji Wufeng to die, he would not take action and could only leave, out of sight.
Soon, the mountain phoenix was cooked, and the aroma was so alluring that everyone present burst into tears.
But when I thought that the Shanhuang Clan, which was considered a powerful clan, could be eaten like this, my hair stood on end. It was better to stay away from this fierce god quickly, and they all retreated.
However, not everyone thinks Ji Wufeng is scary. Some of these people are not hostile to the human race, and even have good relations with the human race in their ancestors. Some of them have enmity with the dragon-marked python clan, the gray wolf clan, or the demi-human clan.
Not only did these people have no ill feelings toward Ji Wufeng, but they also wanted to make friends, so they tentatively approached him.
"Everyone here is a guest. You're welcome. Eat. You can't get this kind of food on weekdays."
Ji Wufeng secretly threw a large piece of barbecue to a little fat man. He didn't know which tribe he belonged to. He was furry and looked like a squirrel. He was a little silly and cute, but he didn't feel evil at all.
Moreover, Ji Wufeng heard the little fat man talking to others on the stage just now, and he had some respect for him, but he had no ill intentions.
"Well……"
The little fat man was struggling for a while while holding the barbecue, not knowing whether he should eat it or not.
But this barbecue is so fragrant. Most of the people in the world are people who drink blood. Even if there is seasoning, it is very rough and not refined enough. The creatures in the world have never tasted the seasoning on the earth, so it is difficult to resist.
Finally unable to control himself, the little fat man took a bite of the barbecue, his eyes suddenly lit up, he opened his mouth, revealing his two big fangs and started chewing desperately.
"Oh my God, it's so delicious. I've never eaten anything so delicious in my life. Wait, even if I die now, it's worth it!"
While the little fat man was feasting, he held the barbecue and looked up to the sky and sighed.
Everyone on the side was confused. What nonsense, right? Why would it be so delicious that it would be worth dying for?
But it does smell really good, so fragrant that it makes you drool unconsciously.
Ji Wufeng has seen this scene too many times. The second-class demon kings on earth before, including those playboys from the Netherworld Fox Clan, were all entangled in it at first, but in the end they all succumbed to the delicious food.
"Come on, come on, don't stand still, do it, find a place to do it by yourself, Ling'er, Ni'er, serve everyone!"
Ji Wufeng invited everyone to sit down and asked two female disciples to serve food to everyone.
The two female disciples smiled brightly and tore off large pieces of the barbecue. The broth was filled into bowls and handed to everyone's hands.
Although they were very entangled, they couldn't resist. Someone took a taste, and then like the little fat man, he looked up to the sky in admiration, and almost shed tears.
Soon, everyone was obsessed, either holding barbecues or sea bowls, eating in full swing, like a large picnic scene!
After eating and drinking, someone sat next to Ji Wufeng and said, "Little Marquis, I don't think you are as evil as others say."
This is the consensus of everyone. Not only do they not think Ji Wufeng is very vicious, but he is also very easy-going and approachable without any pretensions.
"That's natural, my master is a good man." Cai Ling said.
But a little girl whispered: "But it is indeed very cruel."
As soon as these words came out, everyone became nervous instantly, fearing that Ji Wufeng would be angry.
"Hahaha..." But Ji Wufeng laughed.
The little fat man was stunned and said: "Little Marquis, aren't you angry?"
"What's there to be angry about? My cruelty is a fact. It's not offensive to me. And if you dare to say it in front of me, it means you regard me as one of your own." Ji Wufeng said.
Everyone's worries were relieved, and their favorable impression of Ji Wufeng increased sharply.
He is cruel, but in all realms the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. If you are not cruel to your enemies, you are cruel to yourself. You must know that all the people who died in his hands had something to do with him, but no one is innocent.
Moreover, although he is cruel, he is extremely friendly to his own people, like a big brother next door.
Someone immediately made a decision and said: "Little Marquis, why don't you accept me and let me be your servant."
Immediately, many people followed suit and had the same idea.
"Why do you have such thoughts?" Ji Wufeng asked.
"Is there anything wrong with this idea? Those top geniuses are surrounded by a large group of servants. Young Lord, you are no worse than them."
Indeed, many top talents are surrounded by servants who follow them. This is an alternative way to be strong.
He fully assists his followers, helping them reach the top of the mountain, and by virtue of his merits, he has a certain status under the most powerful man.
This path may seem a little humble, but it is the choice of most people.
Most of these people are very talented, but they cannot reach the top level. There is no hope of reaching the top, so they simply follow the stronger ones.
When the followers become the strongest, they themselves become inferior to one person and inferior to ten thousand people!
Seeing the hope on the faces of everyone in front of him, Ji Wufeng shook his head and said: "Maybe this is a way, but I will never go on this road, and I don't want my friends to go on this road!"
The little fat man was stunned and said: "Young Master, are you treating us as friends?"
"Isn't it possible? Do you think I am from a humble background and are unwilling to make friends with me?" Ji Wufeng said.
"Of course not, I just feel that a big shot like Mr. Marquis is willing to make friends with us..." The little fat man was very excited.
"I'm not a big shot. Before this, I was far humbler and weaker than you all. In comparison, I was like an ant-like existence." Ji Wufeng said.
Back then, if he hadn't been killed and his soul accidentally broke into the world of cultivation, Ji Wufeng might have ceased to exist.
Even if that incident hadn't happened, Ji Wufeng would still be just a good-for-nothing playboy, a mortal, humble and weak.
However, everyone thought that what Ji Wufeng was talking about was his origin. Although he was a prince, he was living abroad without a father or mother. He was indeed humble, weak, and pitiful.
"Stop talking, little Marquis, we will be your most loyal followers from now on. If we have any second thoughts, we will be punished by heaven and earth!"