In the spacious Jingtian Palace Square, a group of more than 20 people walked to the center of the square. Their breathing was steady and their steps were steady. Every time they took a step, they would emit a rhythmic drum beat. A wave of awe-inspiring killing intent was expressed in this group of more than 20 people.
The people's bodies quietly radiated out, instantly filling the entire square, creating an uneasy atmosphere before the storm...
That's not all. What's even more shocking is that there is an old man behind these more than 20 people. In his hand is a rattan rope of unknown length. The rattan rope can't even tie up a row of people.
Forty or fifty people formed a row of prisoner-like figures, all of whom were bald, dressed in brocade robes, and carried golden hammers behind their backs...
Maybe just seeing these forty or fifty people in strange clothes won't make people feel strange. After all, in the past year, outsiders dressed like this have become the masters of this place. They can enter and leave Taixuanwuyuan at will, and they have everything they need.
The authority is higher than the eight deans of Taixuanwu Academy...
But at this moment, what is shocking is that all of these people have lost their arms. The incisions on their shoulders are so flat that they look like they were cut off with a sharp weapon. Although the bleeding has stopped, the rolled flesh is extremely oozing.
People, if these people stand upright, they look like a stick...
There are only two possibilities for being treated like this. One is that the perpetrators were cruel, and the other is that they aroused someone's anger...
In reality, the latter reason accounts for a huge proportion...
The blazing sun sprinkled the bright spring light into the Jingtian Palace Square, reflecting the cold faces, led by a young man in white, with fluttering clothes, walking calmly, as if he had a mysterious feeling of walking on an immortal journey.
He doesn't have a very powerful aura, but he exudes an admirable and unruly aura...
Seeing this face, seeing that effortless demeanor, the whole square suddenly fell into an unprecedented calm...
Depression and excitement are mixed together, and there is even more suffocating coldness, making the atmosphere in the square extremely weird...
"Who are you?" Looking at the young man in white with fluttering robes, especially when he saw dozens of west wind warriors behind him, Wanqi Jiehong's face flashed with anger.
The young man in white clothes stood tall and handsome, with a gentle smile: "I am the person you are looking for."
"Lord of Dragon City?" Wanqi Jiehong's eyes flashed brightly, and a high fighting spirit seemed to boil in his body.
When Wan Qijiehong said the words "Lord of Dragon City", it immediately ignited the infinite passion in the square. For a moment, everyone in the Taixuanwu Academy, led by the eight deans, immediately lifted their spirits and
Both eyes, full of loneliness and helplessness, seemed to be illuminated by a ray of dawn and regained their former splendor.
"Lord of Windy City..."
All the masters stood up one after another, and flew towards Feng Jueyu without being constrained or constrained, and surrounded him in the blink of an eye.
In Taixuan Continent, Feng Jueyu is the only one who can receive such treatment. For Taixuan Martial Arts, he is like a quite iconic flag, standing forever in Taixuan Martial Arts.
Does not fall.
In the past year, Taixuanwuyuan has been living in panic under the oppression of the Wanqi brothers, and they all have the thought that life would be worse than death. However, when Feng Jueyu appeared, those who were confused and at a loss were suddenly
Forget it, although no one has realized that Feng Jueyu's cultivation is enough to save this crisis that has lasted for a year, his appearance still brings infinite hope and longing to people.
This is the Lord of Dragon City...
He is the number one person in Tai Xuan Martial Arts...
It has to be said that Feng Jueyu's influence indeed exceeded the Wanqi brothers' cognition. When they saw the Taixuanwu people who had always humbled themselves in front of them, they stood in front of Feng Jueyu in an almost blind worship manner.
In front of him, Wan Qi Jiezhuo's face flashed a dignified look for the first time...
I don’t know why, this young man gives me a strong pressure, and his aura is not too strong. Why do I feel this way?
Just when Wan Qijiezhuo was surprised and confused by Feng Jueyu's appearance, Jingtian Palace had already turned into a mess...
"Brother, you are finally back. I want to die as my brother."
"Master Feng City, I am so polite. I never thought that I would be able to see Master Feng City in my lifetime. This life is enough for me..."
"..."
Many deans stepped forward to salute one after another. Perhaps it was due to the hardship and suffocation they had experienced this year, so Feng Jueyu could not help but feel the misery in their hearts. Looking at the faces that passed by before his eyes, their temples
The gray spots on his face made Feng Jueyu feel warm in his heart.
Is it the feeling of home, the warmth of hometown, or the comfort of staying here?
"Brother Zhu, are your injuries okay?"
"Mrs. Feng, this junior is back late..."
"Mr. Ding, don't give me such a big gift, sit down quickly..."
Feng Jueyu responded one by one, ignoring Brother Wanqi at all. In his heart, all the bald foreigners in Taixuanwu Courtyard have actually turned into corpses. It's not the same thing to do it earlier or later.
the same……
In fact, before Feng Jueyu came in, he happened to see Zhu Yeqing and Ding Hezhong being injured by Wan Qi Jiehong. He wanted to kill Wan Qi Jiehong immediately, but he knew that if he did this, it would be too cheap.
A few bald donkeys.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Feng Jueyu An helped everyone retreat behind him, and then slowly turned his eyes to the three Wanqi brothers on the Dragon King's throne...
His eyes swept slightly, and an awe-inspiring chill hit the three of them. Although they did not have a strong aura, the three Wanqi brothers still shuddered inexplicably, and they couldn't help but feel shocked.
Just being looked at by the other party made him feel afraid. This boy is really not an ordinary evil person.
Although they were trembling, the three Wanqi brothers were also very human. Their sharp eyes were of no use. At the critical moment, it had to be seen who had the harder fist. Wanqi Jiehong and his two brothers looked at each other for a moment, feeling in their hearts.
I thought, hum, so what about the Lord of Dragon City? He is not a hairless junior. Even if he is the number one person in Tai Xuan Wu Dao, considering how far behind Tai Xuan Wu Dao is, I am afraid he will not be much stronger. My own master can still
Intimidated by you.
Wan Qijiehong laughed wildly for several times, walked out slowly from the Dragon King's throne, and stood proudly on the square. Facing Feng Jueyu, he couldn't help but look at him for a long time. He was not stupid either. He didn't understand the opponent's cultivation level.
In this case, Wan Qijiehong also used the power of his spiritual consciousness to feel the other party's aura...
Something like spiritual consciousness has endless uses. If you forcefully peek into it, it will definitely arouse resistance from the other party. After observing it with spiritual consciousness for a while, Wanqi Jiehong didn't notice the power of spiritual consciousness returned to him, and he felt a lot more at ease.
According to his understanding, since the other party did not resist, it meant that he was simply pretending to be powerful and pretentious.
Wan Qijiehong, who was determined, smiled even louder, and his tone was obviously particularly contemptuous and disdainful: "Jiligulu, boy, I have long heard that you are the number one person in Taixuan Martial Arts, but I don't think so.
Wanqi Jiehong, please give me some tips..." After Wanqi Jiehong said this, he got ready to attack.
At this time, Feng Jueyu waved his hand: "Wait a moment."
"What? Are you scared?" Wan Qijiehong burst into laughter, and he was even more certain that this so-called Lord of Dragon City was just a silver-colored gunhead. Otherwise, if he was really powerful, why would he retreat?
Afraid?
Seeing Wan Qijiehong burst into laughter, setting sun, Mu Xue and others were even more excited. Are you kidding me? Do you dare to say that the Wind Saint Emperor is afraid of you? Who do you think you are? Nowadays, the only people who are afraid of the Wind Saint Emperor are those outside Hongtu.
There is no one that the Wind Saint Emperor dares not to provoke. This old boy seems to have had enough.
Can Yang stood up without any explanation and said respectfully: "Young Master, this person is not qualified to fight with you. Can Yang is willing to do it for you."
After saying these words, the whole square fell into dead silence...
Wan Qijiehong and others' attention had been focused on Feng Jueyu, but they did not notice the twenty or so people behind him at all. Hearing this, they were stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Haha, you don't know whether to live or die.
Kid, I think you still can’t understand the situation in front of you.”
When Feng Rulan and others saw this, their expressions changed. After all, they knew these three brothers quite well. They had always been tit-for-tat with Taixuan Martial Arts under the guise of martial arts competition, but in fact, these three people's methods were indeed vicious and they did not want to be exposed.
Jueyu and others were knocked down without understanding the situation, and everyone quickly gathered around.
Duan Wuhen admired Can Yang's courage, but he didn't know that Can Yang was a master so powerful that he was only one step away from the Lingxu realm. He kindly reminded him: "This little brother, don't underestimate this person's strength.
The person's cultivation must have reached the state of Shengdan Transformation, so don't be careless..."
"Sheng Dan Realm?"
This time, all the Disha members laughed loudly, and Feng Jueyu interjected: "Can Yang, don't worry, I still have a few things to find out, and it won't be too late to take action later..."
"What a loud tone..." Wan Qijiehong is also used to being domineering. He has never been despised by his juniors. He was a little embarrassed after being laughed at by them for a while, and now Feng Jueyu actually said that he wanted to find out something.
, check it out, I’m here, I do everything, what can you do?
Feng Jueyu smiled slightly and took a step forward. His smile was particularly friendly. People who didn't know it well thought it was a friendly gesture from an old friend. However, this smile fell into the eyes of many Disha.
The consciousness was completely different. Involuntarily, many demons shuddered together. They knew that when the young master showed such a smile, the other party would probably be in bad luck...
"Are you from the West Wind Empire?" Feng Jueyu finally asked, his smile still the same.
"So what?" Wan Qijiehong was arrogant, unaware of the impending disaster.
"Well, I once had a friend named Gongyang Yu. Who was injured?"
"I, Wanqi Jiehong of a certain family, that old man is not strong enough and deserves to die. But a certain family has good intentions and left a few days of life. You should let him thank me."
"I see." Feng Jueyu's face had become extremely cold, and the changes were completely unconscious and subtle.
"Who injured the Ming family member?"
"I, I, I..." At this time, there was no need for Wanqi Jiehong to step forward. The foreign troops around him stood up one by one in a arrogant manner.
"We have everything, right?" Feng Jueyu smiled again, but this time it was completely different. In the square of Jingtian Palace, an icy cold current suddenly blew through, as if midsummer had turned into the coldest month of winter...
Feng Jueyu turned around and ignored him. He casually waved his hand and pointed out one of the Disha members and said, "You, go over here, take one of your hands off for me..."
"Whoa!" Before he could finish his words, the Disha member he pointed out had already disappeared. Then, a bloody killing suddenly began...