Regarding the conditions that the Governor of Jintian Fucheng was willing to offer, Feng Hao felt that he was definitely sincere.
After all, he never thought about what conditions he really wanted from the governor of Fucheng.
Just an attitude will do.
Feng Hao nodded slightly, and then disappeared into the Governor's Mansion.
This scene.
The governor of the city, officials of all sizes, and the guards were all shocked.
This method is quite powerful!
They didn't even see clearly how Feng Hao left, and suddenly he disappeared...
At the same time, the members of the White Tiger Gang stationed outside Jintianfu City were practicing.
Their training has also broken away from the low-level sense. They are basically the cultivation of the fourth-grade martial arts masters, and the senses are like a feeling of blood boiling.
Especially the feeling of punching to the flesh is very satisfying.
Lei Hu led two brothers from the White Tiger Gang to patrol the camp, while taking turns greeting the brothers.
Suddenly, when Lei Hu was greeting a certain brother, he was stunned.
"Why haven't I seen you?"
Lei Hu looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him and frowned.
The sense of predicting fortune and misfortune that belonged to a first-class mortal saint suddenly made his heart skip a beat.
It was as if the person in front of him could bring him danger.
This person was Feng Hao who came from Jintian Fucheng. He looked at Lei Hu with a smile and said: "The gang leader is really a noble man who forgets things. Think about it again?"
Lei Hu was stunned at that time.
What does this mean... do they know each other?
However, this is unlikely. He is a high-ranking mortal saint, and his outstanding memory is necessary. Anyone he has come into contact with and knows will be recognized even if he turns to ashes.
But looking at my experiences over the years, I can't find anyone similar to Feng Hao.
Lei Hu said with a gloomy face: "I will give you the host. I will ask you for the last time...who are you?"
Lei Hu's voice was not quiet, and he attracted the White Tiger gang members from the nearby camp.
Moreover, Lei Hu quietly released the aura of a first-grade mortal saint, but what shocked Lei Hu was...
The man in front of me was actually indifferent.
The breath of a first-grade mortal saint actually had no effect on him.
Lei Hu was even stunned.
The members of the White Tiger Gang also noticed something strange, and they surrounded Feng Hao, but everyone couldn't help but have the idea of retreating.
Because when they faced Feng Hao, they felt an inexplicable pressure.
Feng Hao looked at Lei Hu with a smile and said: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you make the people of Jintian Fucheng panic. Humans, you have to be content with yourself. It's enough if you come here twice. Why do you still think about it?"
Coming here for the third time?”
Lei Hu finally understood and said, "Are you fighting for them?"
Feng Hao thought for a while, nodded and said: "You can think of it this way, I have some bad habits, and I will take action if I can't stand things."
"Ha ha!"
Lei Hu suddenly laughed: "Take action? You are really interesting. Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, you should know... who I am and... what my strength is."
Although Lei Hu didn't know why his Mortal Saint aura was of no use to Feng Hao, no matter how he looked, he couldn't see that Feng Hao had anything to do with Emperor Banbu.
If Feng Hao is the Half-Step Emperor, then it can be said that no one in the entire Daxia is unaware of his existence.
A fourth-grade Martial Sect may not know the existence of the Half-Step Great Emperor, but for a first-grade Mortal Saint who is just one step away from the Half-Step Great Emperor, it is impossible not to know which Half-Step Great Emperors exist in the world.
From a mortal saint to a half-step emperor, one cannot break through just by sleeping in a corner of a mountain.
It will really cause a sensation in Daxia.
It is impossible to be anonymous.
Therefore... Lei Hu really can't associate Feng Hao with the half-step emperor whose cultivation level is higher than his.
This is completely illogical.
Seeing Lei Hu's expression, the members of the White Tiger Gang immediately expanded their encirclement, fearing that when Lei Hu got angry, it would affect them.
Feng Hao, who was in the center of the circle, smiled bitterly and said: "I knew your name and your cultivation level in the city, but what's the use? Why don't you come with me..."
Feng Hao immediately took steps towards Lei Hu.
"stop!"
The members of the White Tiger Gang started shouting and yelling, but no one stood up decisively and called Feng Hao home.
Everyone is cowardly!
Because a person who dares to speak like this to a first-grade mortal saint is either a madman or a super strong person.
As for a madman...it doesn't look like that.
Which madman wears such decent clothes? He looks like he is either rich or noble.
Since he is not crazy, he really has absolute strength...
After hearing Feng Hao's words, Lei Hu's eyelids twitched subconsciously, and then... with the members of the White Tiger Gang dumbfounded, Lei Hu fled away...
The speed was so fast that it turned into a phantom, far away from where the White Tiger Gang was stationed.
"???"
Hundreds of strong men in the White Tiger Gang were suddenly stunned...
Their gang leader, Lei Hu, was extremely domineering and the most powerful Martial Saint in Great Xia. He actually ran away.
"I promised to take you away, how could I let you run away?"
However, what made the White Tiger gang feel even more numb was that Feng Hao then turned into a lightning beam and chased after Lei Hu.
They were stunned.
Now even if everyone doesn't believe it, they still have to believe what they see. The young man who sneaked into their camp...
He is obviously a powerful emperor.
"It's so scary. I actually smelled the smell of death on him..."
After Lei Hu fled away, he felt a little unsteady on his feet.
Although he felt that Feng Hao could not be a half-step emperor, the smell of death he just smelled made his scalp numb.
Martial arts practice is not easy. We have gone through many hardships to get to where we are today.
It is impossible to die just because you want to.
Of course, just do whatever you want to do with your life...
"What does death smell like?"
Suddenly, Feng Hao's voice rang out from behind Lei Hu, frightening Lei Hu, who was stopping to take a breath, and his face turned green.
"How many seconds have it passed? And then...we caught up?"
When Lei Hu turned around and saw Feng Hao, he was stunned and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Feng Hao looked at Lei Hu and suddenly said: "Are you afraid?"
Ten thousand grass mud horses are flying through Lei Hu's heart. How can he not be afraid? He is a dignified mortal saint, and he is just like a mouse running away from a cat. How can he not be afraid?
"How could I be afraid? I, Lei Hu, am a person who has seen strong winds and waves. Even if I face the Half-Step Emperor, I will not be afraid at all..."
Lei Hu suddenly sneered.
Feng Hao took a step forward and used a trace of Feng Zhou's world law. In an instant, Lei Hu's entire face changed suddenly.