"You dare to fight with me, you're looking for death!"
Elder Feng's hair and beard were flying, his eyes were wide with anger, and his voice was like thunder. The shock made people feel dizzy. His eyes scanned the whole place. No one dared to look at him. Even the Holy Son of Beimang in the distance lowered his head.
The person who can sit in charge of Tianwu Auction House is not only about his strength, but also his identity. Every person who is qualified to be in charge must have a behemoth behind him that ordinary people cannot imagine.
"Bang bang bang!..."
Thinking of the fire, Elder Feng waved his hands, bursting out four streams of energy, dragging the Langxie Fourth Elder and swinging him around. Deep pits were immediately left on the square, and blood was sprinkled bit by bit.
After a short while, the fourth elder was completely unrecognizable. His nose was collapsed, his teeth were broken, and he was covered in blood. He looked like a ghost, which was very scary.
"Crack!"
Holy Son Langxie was stunned, trying to take the opportunity to escape. After being discovered, he was slapped on the face again. His face was deformed and almost all his teeth were spit out. He fell in the distance like a dead dog.
Generally unable to get up.
"Run away, are you going to run away and show me?!"
Elder Feng drew him over with one hand, held his eyes and scolded him.
He is just a little martial lord. If he escapes from his hands, if word spreads, why won’t he make people laugh to death?
Holy Son Langxie no longer had the strength to refute. He was now filled with fear and wanted nothing more than to escape from the clutches of this old man.
He is the body of the sun god, and his noble status has been destined to him since he was born. He is always complimented wherever he goes, and no one has ever disobeyed him, let alone been frustrated.
He has never encountered a situation like today. Only now does he know that someone can kill him regardless of his divine body and the identity of the Son!
He couldn't help but feel regret for the first time. He shouldn't have messed with that boy...
"Today I will kill you, this scourge!"
Elder Feng was so angry that he wanted to kill him right from the start.
Everyone was in fear. Was the divine body that was once born so rare that it would be killed like this?
"Senior, I don't want it!"
The four elders exclaimed in unison and tried their best to resist but to no avail. The old man's tyrannical power was like ten thousand mountains, suppressing them so much that they could not even move a finger.
"Old senior, wait!"
A slightly weak voice sounded behind the old man, causing him to stop what he was doing and turn around. He saw Feng Hao, covered in blood, slowly walking towards him with a faint smile.
"how?"
The old man's expression slowed down and he asked rather gently. His tone was completely different from just now.
"I want to beg the old man to let him go. "
Feng Hao stopped, stopped not far from the old man, and said sincerely.
"Let him go?!"
The old man was stunned and looked at him in astonishment.
Everyone in the audience was the same. The four elders, Holy Son Langye, and Holy Son Beimang were all confused and they all speculated in their hearts about its true intention.
They couldn't believe that Feng Hao had good intentions. Anyone who encountered such a thing would have no reason to forgive his enemy. Moreover, after this incident, the two sides would become even more incompatible. If Holy Son Langye was released at this time, no one would be able to forgive him.
It's different from letting the tiger return to the mountain. If the Sun God's body is fully developed, the old man in front of him may not be able to suppress him.
Therefore, killing the divine body at this time is the best choice, and there is no worries.
"Um."
Feng Hao still had a smile on his face and nodded gently, "It's just a divine body, and the old senior doesn't need to do it himself."
"But…"
Elder Feng frowned.
It is indeed not a wise idea to keep this divine body, and the Feng family is now in the biggest dilemma. If the Dacheng divine body adds insult to injury in the future, it will be a big blow to the Feng family.
However, seeing the sincere look on Feng Hao's face, he still put Saint Son Langxie down.
"Ahem!"
As soon as Holy Son Langxie landed on the ground, he squatted down, coughing non-stop and spitting out blood. Looking at the young man walking slowly, there was a haze between his brows.
"Does it taste good?"
Looking at the already unrecognizable Son of Langxie, Feng Hao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his words filled with amusement and teasing.
"snort!"
The Holy Son Langxie almost lost all his teeth and could not speak for a short time. He could only snort coldly and struggled to stand up straight. The corners of his mouth that kept twitching and his body that was shaking showed that he was not at ease at this time.
Feel good.
However, he is still arrogant, and his self-esteem does not allow him to bow his head in front of people weaker than himself. If that were the case, he would rather choose death!
"Do you know why?"
As he spoke, Feng Hao's face also turned cold and solemn, and his eyes shone with a cold light.
He has a low starting point and has never enjoyed the cultivation of any foundation. All his strength is the result of his own hard work, and his real cultivation time is only more than six years!
In six years, he was promoted from a third-level warrior to the second-level martial master. Who can say that such a speed is slow?!
And now, he has the blue energy that is comparable to the holy energy and the Battle of the Heavenly Sage. If the fighting intention is perfected together, it may surpass all the holy energy and divine energy and become a new ultimate.
Way!
With these two, he already has the confidence and qualifications to surpass the divine body!
Under the unclear gaze of Holy Son Langxie, Feng Hao raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth and said slowly, "Because, it's enough for me to deal with you!"
"snort!"
Holy Son Langye was surprised at first, then snorted coldly and looked at Feng Hao sarcastically.
He has no ability to resist at this time. Even an ordinary martial artist can easily kill him, let alone a person with extraordinary talent like Feng Hao?
"The divine body is finished!"
Seeing this scene, everyone sighed in their hearts.
It would be unwise to leave the divine body behind, and kill it without any worries. Moreover, now that Feng Hao is on his side, even if he kills him, there will be no way for Langxie Holy Land to avenge him.
"You don't have to provoke me!"
Feng Hao's mouth curled up with an icy arc, he looked at Holy Son Langxie with disdain, and mocked, "I'm not you, I just like to do things to take advantage of others."
"I will give you three years to cultivate. After you have cultivated, three years later, I will fight with you outside the ancient city, life or death. Do you dare to accept it?!"
The young man, covered in blood, stood in an empty square with his rocker straight like a pine tree. In front of tens of thousands of people, his words were sonorous and he invited the divine body to fight.
The whole place was silent, and pairs of eyes were looking at him with shock and inexplicable surprise. No one could guess what he was thinking at this time. This invitation to fight had no advantage for him.
, On the contrary, Holy Son Langxie three years later may have already broken through the existence of Martial Lord...
PS: The power went out at noon yesterday. I heard from the landlord that the transformer burned out. I don’t know when the call will come. Xiami is coding in the Internet cafe now...~
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