When Feng Hao entered the banquet venue, the demon wolf had just recovered, and its bloodthirsty eyes scanned the whole place, and finally landed on Feng Hao.
The wolf howled, then started running on all four limbs. The claws on the forelimbs suddenly stretched out six steel blades, exuding an intimidating cold light. It was easy to blow and break the hair, just like Wolverine in X-Men.
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“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Feng Hao snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand like lightning, directly pinched the steel blade of the demon wolf's forelimb, and broke it with force, and it broke completely at the root, with a snap.
"Aww...aoww..."
The demon wolf cried out in pain again, and the huge wolf body rolled continuously on the ground to relieve the stinging pain from its forelimbs.
At this moment, a look of fear finally appeared in its eyes.
Easily break his steel blade. This is because the Long Group's biochemical department spent a lot of effort to plant a renewable alloy steel skeleton in his body. His ability far exceeds that of the Western Wolverine.
However, with such a gentle touch, his proud body was kneaded by Feng Hao at will.
The demon wolf lowered its head and no longer dared to move forward. It tucked its tail and became very obedient.
After a while, he returned to his human form, dripping with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
His eyes looked at Feng Hao with fear and submission. When Feng Hao looked at him, his legs went weak and he moved behind Long Xueqing fearfully.
At the same time, people from all the major ancient cultivators in the conference also cast friendly glances at Feng Hao.
"The Cheng family is so lucky to have such a charming son in the family. It seems that the first cultivation family in this generation must be the Cheng family..."
The Holy Mother in the Clouds of Mount Tai smiled lightly and nodded slightly towards the elder of the Cheng clan.
Old Gong of the Cheng clan held his hand, although he smiled, but it had a bitter taste. If he really had a young man like Feng Hao, he would be willing to live a few decades shorter.
"In the future, the Cheng clan will often visit Wudang Mountain as guests, and we, the Zhang clan, will receive them with the highest standards..."
Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain performed a Taoist etiquette.
Seeing that the two Taishan and Beidou level figures were taking the lead, Master Tang from Qingcheng Mountain did not dare to be disrespectful and became polite.
Suddenly, there was a faint tendency among the ancient cultivators in the field to take the Cheng family as their leader.
"snort!"
The powerful man in the immortal world suddenly snorted coldly, glanced at the monks and elders of the major ancient tribes with a very unkind expression, and said in a cold voice: "I'm afraid you are not clear about the current situation."
"The Immortal calms down!"
Duanmu Yang's ancestor died, and now he has no supporter. He was quick-thinking and immediately knelt down on one knee to offer his heartfelt thanks. He kowtowed and said: "The Duanmu family in the Holy Land of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is willing to serve as a front and rear guard for the Immortal Anvil."
The ancient cultivators who had friendship with the Duanmu family looked at each other and then kowtowed obediently, expressing their sincere feelings towards the immortal world.
"this……"
The three powerful men in the Tribulation Stage at the Taishan level frowned slightly, but after all, they were the masters of a clan and had extremely profound knowledge. Even the Immortal Realm, which could control their lifeblood, was not afraid to the point of kowtow.
The higher the cultivation level, the more frequent the contact with the Gods, so they cannot switch to other camps.
The strong man from the Immortal Sect looked at Duanmu Yang with admiration, and immediately waved his hand to create a stream of pure immortal energy, saying: "I will give you a creation, and how far it can reach depends entirely on your understanding..."
"Thank you, Lord Immortal!"
Duanmu Yang was ecstatic in his heart, and kowtowed his head vigorously, crying with gratitude.
"Um!"
The strong man from the Immortal Sect nodded with satisfaction, and with a wisp of beard on his chin, his aura of immortal style became even stronger.
Many ancient monks who were loyal to the strong men of the Immortal Sect could not help but look at Duanmu Yang with envy and envy. The good fortune given by the Immortal was a great benefit to their monks.
Maybe he will become an immortal instantly.
During this period of time in the villa area arranged by the Long Group, the powerful Immortal Sect also learned a lot of knowledge about China and knew what to do.
The moment gave more or less opportunities to these kneeling ancient monks, who were so excited that their whole bodies trembled.
Some ancient tribes who saw that the situation was not right also felt that the immortal world was more reliable, at least the divine world had never given them such blessings.
"We are also willing to follow the lead of the immortal horse..."
More and more ancient monks have joined the camp of the Immortal Realm, but the ancestors of the three major Taishan Beidou and the casual cultivators of the Cultivation Alliance have not shown any signs.
There is no god clan behind the casual cultivators in the Cultivation Alliance. They all entered the path of cultivation by chance.
I guess the immortals look down on them.
Which human being from the ancient cultivating tribe doesn’t know what these powerful men from the immortal world are looking for? They are nothing more than competing for territory with the divine world.
After all, today's earth is full of strange phenomena, and powerful people from outside the territory are coming. It is obvious that some kind of opportunity is about to happen to the land of China, and the opportunity is so great that it will move the fairy world, the gods, and the demon world.
The eyes of the two powerful men of the Immortal Sect then fell on the Cheng family, especially looking at Feng Hao a few more times.
They had just learned the cause of death of the elder of the Duanmu family. The powerful Sanxian was actually penetrated by the younger generation. This strength was a bit surprising.
"The gods behind you are very powerful?" One of the strong men from the Immortal Sect said with twinkling eyes.
The elder of the Cheng clan shook his head and said: "We are not good at attacking and are not strong. We are inherited from the Shenmu clan in the God Realm."
"The Shenmu Clan?"
The strong man from the Immortal Sect was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's really not powerful, but it's still good for saving lives and healing the wounded."
Cheng Jinnan's face turned red, but she didn't dare to contradict him rashly.
"Whether he is strong or not is not up to you. At least it is more than enough to deal with you..." Feng Hao's voice suddenly sounded.
Wow!
In an instant, there was an uproar in the field, and they were all shocked. Cheng Hao actually dared to contradict the strong man of the Immortal Sect?
Is it too arrogant? Or is it because cultivation has caused problems in the brain?
Even Cheng Jinnan was stunned and a little confused. He knew very well how powerful Feng Hao was. He could easily deal with the Holy Son of the God Realm, not to mention the great monster from outside the realm.
Of course, ordinary immortals have no problem, but the problem is that these two are powerful immortals in the immortal world, equivalent to people with extremely high immortal status like Taibai Jinxing.
"Kneel down!"
The strong man from the Immortal Sect's expression darkened. He had seen arrogant immortals before, but he had never seen such an arrogant human monk.
How many such monks can he kill with one slap? But slapping mortal monks to death is not a wise choice now, but the punishment is indispensable.
Feng Hao sighed lightly, looked at the strong man from the Immortal Sect who asked him to kneel down, and said in the same unquestioning tone: "Presumptuous!"
Plop!
The strong man from the Immortal Sect felt as if the world had collapsed, pressing directly on his shoulders. His knees softened and he knelt heavily on the ground.
Suddenly, his face turned the color of pig liver, and all the monks in the field were rubbing their eyeballs violently, thinking that this must be an illusion.
However, this is the reality. Their mouths are open enough to fit a big duck egg...