Chapter 842 There is no more innate talent in China!
Two black shadows flew over, and Tang Yixue was startled and felt an uneasy feeling.
She stepped back suddenly, holding up a shield while holding the amulet Chen Feng gave her tightly in her hands.
"Bang! Bang!"
There were two muffled sounds in succession, followed by a huge explosion, and Tang Yixue was thrown away and hit the wall.
Seeing Li Junqiu coming out, she quickly raised her head and said, "Mom, go back quickly."
Now, Chen Feng is making a breakthrough. The people in front of him all have terrifying energy fluctuations on their bodies, which are consistent with Chen Feng's previous aura.
Obviously, he is a heaven-level warrior.
Moreover, they are thirteen heaven-level warriors.
This lineup made her feel suffocated.
She, a small Xuan-level warrior, had no chance of winning against thirteen heaven-level warriors.
"Be careful."
Li Junqiu was worried and retreated to his room, eager to go to Chen Feng's secret room.
When I walked to the door, I thought of Chen Feng's instructions, stamped my feet, and turned back.
The entire Han Ding No. 1 is surrounded by brick fragments. It is also a good use of building materials. Otherwise, the whole building will collapse.
"Not dead yet?"
A flash of disdain flashed in Jian Jiu's eyes, and he led everyone towards Han Ding No. 1.
"Hey, where is your husband Chen Feng? Please get him out quickly. The Thirteen Sword Masters of the Tianjian Sect are here."
Lei Ming shouted in a deep voice, his eyes filled with coldness and pleasure.
No matter what happened to Xie Weizhi's death, if Chen Feng died anyway, his great revenge would have to be avenged.
Tang Yixue forced herself to calm down, clasped her fists, and said softly, "Seniors, I don't know what you mean by this?"
"what for?
Are you blind? My nephew was killed by your husband. Let him come out and die."
"As for you, don't worry, you will die too."
Jian Jiu snorted coldly, looking at Xie Weizhi's body filled with pain.
"I think there must be some misunderstanding. Chen Feng also told me about this matter, but he did not kill anyone."
"He just went on a business trip. If you want revenge, of course there is no problem. You can just go to him. It has nothing to do with me."
"If you are willing to wait, just wait, he will come back."
Tang Yixue said softly, with a deep fear flashing in her eyes.
"No, seniors, Brother Zhi was killed by Chen Feng. He must have sneak attacked him while I was bringing Brother Zhi back."
Linghu Piao said softly.
"My people have obviously seen him enter Han Ding No. 1. You are lying."
Lei Ming said loudly.
"If you don't believe it, you can go in and search."
Tang Yixue's face was indifferent and her eyes were calm.
Jian Jiu's brows furrowed, and he took a deep look at Tang Yixue. She was impressed that this woman could be so calm in the face of so many strong men.
"You, bring someone in to search."
Jian Jiu glanced at Lei Ming and said softly.
Tang Yixue glanced at the dozen people in front of her with a calm expression.
His slightly clenched fists were filled with sweat.
Chen Feng was in the secret room. Although it was very hidden, she was still a little worried.
Once discovered, you will be in big trouble.
Ten minutes later, Lei Ming walked out with someone, his eyes gloomy.
"Senior, I couldn't find it."
After hearing Lei Ming's words, Tang Yixue's expression remained unchanged, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You also heard that he hasn't come back yet. I believe there must be some misunderstanding."
Three days should be enough for him to break through, Tang Yixue thought to herself.
Three days was the most suitable time she had estimated. If it took too long, the people in front of her might not have the patience to wait that long.
"Okay, then wait for him for three days. If he doesn't come back after three days, then we will kill your whole family."
"Lei Ming, find out for me the relationship between the couple and their nine clans. I want everyone's information. If he doesn't show up in three days, I will have you operated on first."
The nine sides of the sword are like frost.
"Xiaojiu, please arrange for the child to go back first. We can just watch over here."
Jian Yi said softly, his eyes also filled with anger.
Jianjiu found someone to take the body back to Guwu, but none of the remaining Thirteen Sword Masters left, and surrounded Han Ding No. 1.
At the same time, Yang Yong, who got the news, rushed over and was directly beaten and seriously injured.
Suddenly, the city was filled with uproar.
Everyone is guessing who this Chen Feng is, who actually provoked Guwu's sect to come out to kill him. They may feel sympathy or take pleasure in his misfortune.
…
Xiyuan.
"No. 1, look."
After receiving the news, Zhang Xingwei rushed to Xiyuan. He knew that something bad was about to happen.
"Don't worry, what happened?"
Number 1 glanced at Zhang Xingwei, pressed his hands, and said softly.
Zhang Xingwei immediately opened the video of Han Ding No. 1 being surrounded by people from the Tianjian Sect and showed it to No. 1. He felt very nervous.
Now, I'm afraid the only one who can save Chen Feng is No. 1.
Let No. 1 ask Zhu Ye to take action. This is the only way.
After all, Zhu Ye is an innate warrior. As long as he is willing to take action, Chen Feng can be saved.
The premise is that Zhu Ye is willing to take action, otherwise, everything is empty talk.
After seeing the video, No. 1 frowned slightly, "What do you want me to do?"
"You know that we generally don't interfere in the fight between Gu Wu and the warriors from China."
"But Chen Feng is very important to us, isn't he?"
Zhang Xingwei said softly, looking extremely nervous.
Number 1 walked around the room for a moment, nodding slightly.
Then, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to Zhu Ye.
"The Tianjian Sect wants to kill Chen Feng, and I want to protect him. Please make a condition."
"I want to terminate the contract."
The other end of the phone just spat out a few words.
Number 1 was silent for a long time. Once Zhu Ye terminates the contract, Zhu Ye will be a free man from now on, and China will not have any innate warriors.
Zhu Ye's existence is a secret to many people, even Zhang Xingwei only found out about it later.
Now, this big ace is about to leave. Is it worth it for Chen Feng?
Zhang Xingwei stood aside, but did not dare to say anything.
"Okay, the deal is done. I'll save Chen Feng this time. From now on, China and you will owe each other nothing."
Zhang Xingwei on the side felt a little bitter in his heart. He didn't know whether his decision was correct.
It seems that every time Chen Feng is saved, a huge price has to be paid.
And is it all worth it?
"as you wish."
After Zhu Ye finished speaking, he hung up the phone and looked in the direction of Xiyuan with a playful look on his lips.
"Did he realize something?
I should hurry up and take away all my luck."
"When the time comes, I'm afraid the whole of China will become a hell on earth."
His expression was a little complicated, and then turned fierce.
"Practitioners are gods or immortals. No matter how many people there are in China, they are all ants."
There was a flash of struggle in his eyes, and then he made up his mind.
Zhang Xingwei's eyes fell on No. 1, and he only saw No. 1 let out a long sigh.
"Sorry, No. 1."
Number 1 waved his hand, "This day will come sooner or later. Zhu Ye can no longer be trusted."
He just had some regrets.
From today on, China will no longer have innate talent!
“Is he going to be the variable?
Can we get a glimmer of hope for China?"
"Take the most elite troops from the military region and set off for Handing No. 1."
Number 1 said softly, his eyes were gentle, but if a battle was needed, this gentle old man would become a decisive and decisive king.