Black souls emerged from the flowers, tearing the blooming flowers into pieces, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
"You bastards also want to defeat me?"
Amidst the shouts, the black Dapeng Yuanhun and the Qingpeng King's body merged into one, standing proudly behind him. The golden Yuanqi swept in like a wave, and the powerful momentum directly swept away the group of people who gathered around him.
Disperse.
"If you are willing to tell the person behind the scenes, I can let you die happily!"
King Qingpeng is like a god king, his whole body is shrouded in golden light, and his brows are blooming with blazing brilliance. He is worthy of being the strongest person among the younger generation in Shacheng. He can still show such power when facing many powerful enemies, which is terrifying.
The group of people who were surrounded unconsciously took two steps back.
The leader said: "Good boy, you can be so powerful at such a young age, and you live up to your reputation. It's just that you met us. No matter how powerful you are, you can't escape death."
"Set up the formation!" the leader shouted softly, and the others immediately spread out to form an encirclement, surrounding King Qingpeng in the middle.
"Dragon-Slaying Peng-Slaying Formation, start!" The leader shouted softly again. The group of people each released the vitality in their bodies and poured it all into the leader's body. Light bloomed from the soles of their feet, connected with each other, and merged in the leader's body.
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Only then did King Qingpeng notice that there were a total of twelve people who came to kill him this time. The cultivation base of the eleven people were all in the early stage of Yuanyin Realm. Only the leader's cultivation level was in the middle stage of Yuanyin Stage. The formation was activated.
Afterwards, the leader's cultivation level soared at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly approaching the late Yuan Yin realm.
King Qingpeng's cultivation is in the middle stage of Yuanyin Realm. No one among his peers in Shacheng is stronger than him. Since he is warlike by nature, he has rich combat experience.
Moreover, he is a descendant of the Jinpeng tribe. He is born with a very strong physique. When practicing, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort, which is far beyond the comparison of his peers. The Jinpeng tribe belongs to an ancient race. Even though their ancestors have passed away for many years and the race has long since declined, their internal
The blood of the Jinpeng clan still flows, and he can still explode with power far beyond that of ordinary people.
Relying on his rich combat experience and strong physique, he once fought against a powerful person in the late Yuanyin realm. He fought for 300 rounds without losing, which shows how powerful he is.
King Qingpeng stepped on the top of the pavilion fiercely and majestically, with his long body standing tall and graceful, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.
"Dragon-Slaying Peng-Slaying Formation, a shocking blow!"
The leader's body was injected with the vitality of eleven different colors. His body swelled, and his whole person became swollen. His clothes were swollen, and his hair was flying like a snake. He suddenly shouted loudly, and the fierce man behind him
The tiger became nearly a hundred feet in size, and under the leadership of the leader, it rushed towards King Qingpeng to kill it.
"Vulnerable!"
I thought that this group of people could come up with some shocking formation, but I didn't expect that the attack power was nothing more than this, which made King Qingpeng a little disappointed.
"Golden Roc Flame Palm!"
King Qingpeng not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward and slapped a palm. The golden energy quickly lingered in the palm, and the palm print formed a golden-winged roc, which fiercely bitten together with the leader's fierce tiger.
"Boom!"
Horrible damage exploded, the pavilion was blown to pieces, and the nearby flowers were minced into powder. The ground below the middle of the fight cracked with deep marks. The palm of the Qingpeng King directly smashed the leader's gathering.
The ferocious tiger was created by condensing the power of eleven people.
The eleven people flew around like broken flowers. The leader was knocked away, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"boom!"
Before the leader could react at all, King Qingpeng was faster than Ben Lei. In an instant, he fell in front of the leader and smashed his head to pieces with a punch!
"Walk!"
When the other eleven people saw that the leader was dead, they decided to retreat and each chose a direction to escape for their lives.
Eleven people, eleven different directions, no matter which direction they chase, one or two people will always escape. But King Qingpeng will not let anyone escape, because he has the speed of Jinpeng!
"Ahhhh..."
A series of shrill screams were heard one after another, and within a few breaths, six people had died in the hands of King Qingpeng. The other five people had already run a certain distance, but this only made their death time arrive later.
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With the help of Jinpeng's speed, King Qingpeng killed four people and left one person. Just as he was about to chase this person, an old voice suddenly came: "My son, don't chase after poor bandits."
King Qingpeng paused and turned around to see Uncle Lang and the hunched Old Peng King. Old Peng King looked like an ordinary old man, but his eyes were shining with a sharp light, which made people
Don't dare to underestimate him.
"Dad, if I let him go, he won't let me go the next time I meet him." King Qingpeng was puzzled.
"My son, do you know the origins of these people?"
"Their ears are all pointed, which means they are from the Silver Wolf tribe." When he was killing people just now, King Qingpeng specially checked the ears of these people.
"Yin Tianba, that old guy, escaped by chance a year ago. I didn't go to find him, but he came to mess with me instead. If I hadn't known the whereabouts of the Silver Wolf clan, the Silver Wolf clan would have been there as early as a year ago.
Disappeared in the desert of corpses." There was not much expression on Old Peng Wang's wrinkled old face, but there was a trace of regret in his eyes.
"What dad means is...this man is a member of the Silver Wolf Clan. As long as we follow him, we can find the whereabouts of the Silver Wolf Clan?" King Qingpeng finally figured it out.
"Uncle Lang, it's up to you to arrange this matter. If there is any situation, report it immediately." King Lao Peng ordered.
Uncle Lang nodded respectfully and said, "What other instructions does the old gang leader have?"
"That boy Tang Wu gave my son cold poison. I wish I could skin him, but it's a pity that he has already escaped." King Lao Peng was a little angry, "You go to the Tang family, I want the Tang family to disappear from now on.
"
Uncle Lang frowned and was surprised for a while, then said: "Yes."
"My son, there is nothing I can do about you because of the cold poison in your body. Enjoy these last three days." After saying that, King Lao Peng patted King Qingpeng on the shoulder, sighed and left.
"Young leader, how could the old leader be so heartless? You are his biological flesh and blood, isn't he sad at all?" Uncle Lang felt very sad.
"Uncle Lang, as early as when I was five years old, my father's cultivation level was promoted from the peak of Taiyi Realm to the realm of God Transformation. He is no longer my father." King Qingpeng looked melancholy and said slowly.
"Alas, turning into a god requires the cessation of love. If a person has no love, even if he can attain Taoism and become an immortal, what's the point?" Lang Bo sighed with emotion.
"It's a pity that at that time, dad didn't understand this truth and wanted to pursue a higher realm of Taoism. Over the years, his cultivation has indeed improved, and his relationship with me has become more and more distant. Even though I am now
Even if he dies, he won't shed a single tear." As he said this, King Qingpeng showed a sad look on his face.
"The Qingpeng Gang at that time was just a second-rate gang. The old gang leader only wanted to improve his cultivation level, just to get along better in Shacheng. The higher your cultivation level, the fewer people would dare to bully you, and the higher the status of the gang.
high."
"Uncle Lang, aren't our current status high enough? Why do you keep retreating into seclusion?"
"This..." Uncle Lang couldn't answer.
After a moment of silence, King Qingpeng changed the subject: "Uncle Lang, the Tang family has colluded with the Silver Wolf Clan. Tang Ying is now in the hands of my sister. When those Silver Wolf Clan people kill me, will they also look for her?
Is my sister in trouble?"
"Young leader, don't worry." Uncle Lang was not nervous, "Before leaving, I have arranged for a Yuanyang realm elite to guard the eldest lady. Ordinary people will never be able to hurt her."
"No, I'm still worried about her. Uncle Lang, please accompany me to the Qingzhu auction." King Qingpeng was very worried about the safety of Qingzhu, "It's all my fault. If I had known, I would have sent my sister to the Qingpeng Gang.
I was too reckless."
"Sister, please don't let anything happen to you..." King Qingpeng prayed in his heart. (To be continued)