The Holy Land of the Rising Sun is considered a superior force among all the holy places. There are really not many people in the Tianwu Continent who dare not give the Holy Land of the Rising Sun some respect.
So at this time, the green-haired old man was still full of confidence that he could overwhelm Feng Hao by bringing him out of the Holy Land of the Rising Sun. He even seemed to see Feng Hao already apologizing to him and admitting his mistake. The old face looked proud and gave way. Feng Hao was speechless.
It is true that in this Xuyang Holy Land, Xuyang Holy Land is the overlord. Who dares not to give dignity to the rising sun Holy Land? That’s why this green-haired old man is so unscrupulous.
"You are not qualified enough to know my name"
Feng Hao turned his head and looked at him coldly. The words in his mouth contained no emotion that could freeze people's souls. Almost everyone in the scene took a breath.
This is simply not taking the Holy Land of the Rising Sun into consideration.
At this time, everyone was speculating on how the green-haired old man would handle this matter. They were also speculating on who the man in green shirt was and how he dared to ignore the Holy Land of the Rising Sun.
This is no joke. Once the identity is found out, there will be a war between the Holy Lands. Otherwise, where will the dignity of the Holy Land of the Rising Sun be?
"This kid..."
Looking at the majestic Feng Hao, Cheng Nan's lips curved into a wry smile, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
I originally thought that the distance had been shortened, but who knew that it was getting farther and farther away?
But when he looked at the Cangyan Green Scale Tiger Cub in his hand, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Naturally, he knew the value of this young tiger. As long as it grew up, it would become his greatest support. By then, not many people on the Tianwu Continent would dare to underestimate him.
At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh that he seemed to be getting more and more greedy. He thought that when he was in the Jin Dynasty, he was still striving for the goal of King Wu. He thought that being able to be promoted to King Wu in his life was already the limit. But after a few years, his concept has completely changed.
Already...
He found that even the Emperor Wu could not satisfy his appetite, and the legendary saint was his goal.
He firmly believes that one day
"Damn"
Seeing Feng Hao ignoring himself and the green-haired old man from the Holy Land, his teeth were almost broken. His eyes were filled with endless anger. If he hadn't been afraid of the power of Feng Hao's sword just now, he would have really wanted to kill him desperately.
This boy doesn’t know how high the sky is and how high he is.
After his eyes saw the blue-flamed green-scaled tiger cub in Cheng Nan's hand, he was even more unwilling to do so.
The main reason he came out this time was to get this tiger cub as a gift for his junior. Who knew that he would encounter such a difficult problem as Feng Hao?
"I ask my friends to think twice that our Holy Land of the Rising Sun is not someone to be trifled with."
The green-haired old man reminded in a sullen voice.
"Oh"
The corners of Feng Hao's mouth slightly curved into a playful arc, "You have such a loud tone, I want to see what you can do in Xuyang Holy Land that is difficult to offend."
He spoke without mercy. The green-haired old man had a gloomy face that could drip water. His body was shaking like an epileptic, and his face looked quite ferocious.
He never thought that Feng Hao would not care at all about Xuyang Holy Land's unscrupulous ridicule. It seemed that Xuyang Holy Land was nothing in his eyes.
"You must take responsibility for your words."
The green-haired old man gritted his teeth and whispered.
"Of course I want to go to the Holy Land of the Rising Sun as a guest."
Feng Hao looked at him jokingly and his face slowly froze. A cold voice came out of his mouth, "Get out of here within three breaths or you will die."
"Chichi"
As he spoke, a real fighting spirit turned into a sharp blade and slashed at the green-haired old man. A harsh sound broke out in the space, like a magic weapon that destroyed everything.
"Break it for me"
The green-haired old man was so angry that his martial energy surged all over his body. He struck with all his strength like a stormy wave, hoping to directly crush this sharp-edged fighting spirit.
"Tsk"
When the sharp blade struck, the shocking Wu Yuan wave was cut open and the force of the wave directly struck the green-haired old man's chest. Blood immediately burst out. The green-haired old man was knocked away and before he hit the ground, he ran away in embarrassment.
Not daring to turn back, he fled towards the ancient city, as if that was where he could feel safe.
"hiss……"
This scene was deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone present. Everyone could not help but take a breath and stared at all this.
The green-haired old man, the famous and powerful man of Xuyang Holy Land, was defeated by just a piece of Qi Jin.
Could it be that the young man in front of me is a saint?
Thinking of this, everyone's eyes showed extreme fear.
For them, saints are aloof and unreachable. It is because of the existence of saints that the Holy Land of the Rising Sun is able to suppress many forces and only dominate themselves.
“You don’t want to leave no matter what, do you?”
Feng Hao's cold eyes swept across the audience and he spoke out the words that cut to the core of his heart: "If you don't want to leave, then just stay all of them."
"Tsk"
As he spoke, the fighting spirit burst out of his body and shot straight into the sky. His fierce aura made people's hair stand on end. Everyone ran away, including the dozen or so strong men in the Martial Emperor realm.
Feng Hao's blow to the green-haired old man just now had completely shattered their confidence and made them afraid to even think about taking action.
If the green-haired old man were like this, they would probably be chopped to pieces on the spot.
"Crack"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Cheng Nan's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and his heart was even more shocked.
Every one of the thousands of people is at least a Martial Lord, most of them are Martial Kings, and there are more than a dozen strong men in the Martial Emperor realm. They all got scared and ran away at his words. How powerful must they be?
“Good harvest”
When he turned around, Feng Hao said to him with a faint smile.
The young son of Cang Yan Qing Scale Tiger is a rare holy pet. When he grows up, he is at least invincible at the level of the Martial Emperor's peak holy level. Having an adult Cang Yan Qing Scale Tiger can directly support a sect.
"hey-hey"
Looking at the cub in his hand, Cheng Nan also grinned quite proudly.
In that kind of situation, it was already very difficult for him to grab the cub. If it wasn't for his inexperience, he would have almost succeeded. Unfortunately, unfortunately, someone from the Holy Land of the Rising Sun arrived.
"You're lucky kid"
Feng Hao also had a smile on his face and asked, "By the way, where is the blue-flamed green-scaled tiger?"
"He was already beheaded here and I picked it up casually."
With that said, Cheng Nan took out the body of Cang Yan Qing Scale Tiger from the ring.
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