"I, Feng Batian, cannot tolerate others gesticulating in front of me!"
Feng Batian's tiger eyes burst out with a cold gaze, his face became more and more gloomy, and he said directly: "I don't have much time, call your sect leader out quickly, otherwise don't blame me for the bloodbath of the martial alliance!"
"Feng Batian?" Hearing this name, the two old men left behind trembled, and their eyes burst into disbelief. Within the scope of their knowledge, Feng Batian was just a member of Liuyun Kingdom.
He was just the head of the family, and he had never thought that Feng Batian had such tyrannical strength.
"Fengling is your son?" The old man's voice trembled.
"snort."
Feng Batian snorted coldly and acquiesced.
Seeing Feng Batian's look, the two remaining old men had a trace of panic in their eyes. In this case, things would get serious. They all knew about Feng Ling, the son of the Feng family, but if they knew about Feng Ba
If Tian's strength is so terrifying, I'm afraid they must reconsider.
"knew?"
Looking at the expressions of several people, Feng Batian narrowed his eyes slightly, the cold light deepened, and then said calmly: "I need an explanation!"
Feng Batian's voice was very soft, but it carried an irresistible meaning.
A whistling sound sounded, and at this time another old man rushed up with a corpse in his arms, sweeping directly towards Feng Batian with terrifying energy.
"Fourth!" The old man who took the lead shrank his pupils again and was about to organize himself, but it was already too late.
The dazzling light pierced the sky, like a thunderbolt on a rainy day, simple, direct, without the slightest color.
The body of the old man who rushed up froze, his face was slightly ferocious at first, but his eyes were dull, and the breath of life slowly passed away. In less than five seconds, the old man's body completely lost his breath and fell.
Go down.
In a short period of time, the Martial Alliance lost two masters of Martial King level in succession. This would probably be a blow to the entire Martial Alliance.
"Your Excellency has something to say, why do you still kill me?"
The face of the leading old man was full of anger, and his fists were tightly held together: "I know that your strength is very tyrannical, but our Martial Alliance is not a soft persimmon that others can manipulate at will!"
"Really?"
There was no emotion in his calm voice. Feng Batian looked at the old man with cold eyes and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it!"
The old man's breath was stagnant, his mouth opened, but he was stunned and did not say a word.
The sound of breaking through the sky sounded again, and a young middle-aged man rushed up instantly, his black robe fluttering, and he was hanging opposite Feng Batian, standing with his hands behind his back.
A pair of eyes fell on Feng Batian, and his pupils shrank slightly.
"Sect Master." When the two old men saw the man coming, their expressions became respectful.
The man nodded, his eyes fell on Feng Batian again and said: "Who is your Excellency?"
"Feng Batian!"
Feng Batian glanced at the man and twitched the corner of his mouth with a sneer: "Martial King Ninth Grade? You should be the sect leader of this Martial Alliance, right?"
"Exactly!" The man's voice was neither humble nor overbearing. Feng Batian was slightly appreciative and nodded gently: "Not bad, not bad! But...!" At this point, Feng Batian's expression became indifferent again.
He stood up and said softly: "If you don't give me an explanation today, the Martial Alliance will eliminate the Liuyun Kingdom!"
The man took a breath after hearing this. Feng Batian's aura had calmed down at this time, but he still felt pressure on Feng Batian, the pressure from his heart.
Taking a deep breath again, he said directly: "I don't know, senior, how did we offend you?"
"My son is seriously injured and lying on the bed. How do you think you offended me?"
His eyes fell on the man, and the cold light in his eyes became stronger: "All I need is an explanation, otherwise I really don't mind letting the Wu Meng disappear."
"Hmph." The old man who took the lead finally couldn't help but say it out: "Is it possible that Feng Batian wants to target our entire martial alliance?"
"Ha ha."
Feng Batian burst out laughing after hearing this, and his body began to stir. After a long time, the sound disappeared, and he glanced at the three of them and said calmly: "Don't mention the three of you coming together, even if the entire martial arts alliance is added together, I, Feng Batian, will
Tyrant is not afraid either!"
Feng Batian's voice is still so concise, but the conciseness revealed by Goodbye is indeed domineering!
The man's body trembled. At this time, he completely understood why Feng Batian came to the door, because it was Feng Batian's son Feng Ling who he sent to assassinate. His lips moved, and the man finally said: "Feng Batian."
Senior, it is indeed wrong for me to send someone to assassinate your son, but there is also something wrong with your son."
"What do you say?" Feng Batian stared at the man and clenched his fists. What's wrong with his son? His son couldn't tolerate criticism from others.
"Your son killed my son." The man raised his head and looked at Feng Batian without fear and said directly: "Senior's strength is indeed superb. I know very well that our entire martial arts alliance may not have seen it either.
"But as a father, if I can't collect debts from my son, what's the use of me as a father? Just like you now, aren't you here for your son?"
Feng Batian narrowed his eyes slightly, sneered at the corner of his mouth and said, "Then when did my son kill your son?"
"Martial arts arena." The man took a deep breath and raised his fist slightly: "Wang Luo!"
"Is it him?" Feng Batian frowned slightly, but the cold light in his eyes remained undiminished, and he said directly: "If my son hadn't been an assassin at that time, he would have been the one who died in the Martial Arts Hall!
"Hmph, at this time I would like to ask, why does a legitimate son of a martial arts alliance want to join the martial arts hall? Isn't it a deliberate arrangement? Fortunately, my son is fine this time, otherwise I wouldn't treat you like this this time.
"
The man's breathing stagnated, and his eyes fluctuated rapidly. What Feng Batian said made sense. If Feng Ling couldn't kill him at that time, Feng Ling would probably be the one who died.
"Both parties are at fault in this matter, but my son has passed away. Can this matter be dropped?" The man took a deep breath, with deep sadness in his eyes.
Feng Batian could understand the man's mood at this time. He narrowed his eyes slightly, calmed down his aura slightly and said, "But I want an explanation!"
"Explain? What kind of explanation?" The man's face was slightly ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Our Martial Alliance has already lost two Martial Kings at the hands of seniors. I know that seniors are very powerful, but we also have dignity.
, and never allow others to trample on it!"
"Very good, very good." Feng Batian nodded lightly and said directly: "The explanation is very simple. First, I want to know why your son wants to participate in the martial arts competition, and second, what is the condition of my son's injury?"
When the man heard what Feng Batian said, his face felt a little better, and he said directly: "To be honest, we didn't know about my son's participation in the martial arts hall until later. I will personally investigate this matter, and I will definitely visit him personally when the time comes.
Senior, please tell me, regarding your son's injury, I have some elixirs here that I can take, and they may be of some help to you."
The light circulated, and the three pill bottles floated towards Feng Batian's side.
Feng Batian held his right hand lightly, and disappeared in a flash. He nodded lightly and galloped away into the distance, but his voice remained.
"I'm waiting for your explanation!"
Watching Feng Batian's leaving figure, the three people's faces showed surprise again. This strength is definitely not something they can shake.
"Sect Master." The great elder looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Is this the only loss in this matter?"
The middle-aged man's eyes flickered and he said: "What can be done? Natural selection, the strong survive. If our martial alliance has strength, maybe the situation will be the other way around... Unfortunately, we don't! My son's
Let’s start investigating now to find out why he went to the Martial Arts Hall!”
The two old men nodded lightly and galloped downwards.
The next day, Zhang Fan opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that the energy in his body had become more abundant. Surviving a disaster would bring blessings. It seemed that Zhang Fan had also received some benefits after this loss.
He took a deep breath, stood up from the soft morning ground, and wiped the dew on his body. A picture emerged in his mind, that terrifying gun shadow. If he had been alone at that time, he would definitely have folded his head.
The damage is there.
But the opportunity did not leave him behind. That battle made him understand a truth. In the face of the strength of the Jedi, even if your talent is high and your interest is in vain, without strength, you are probably just a Jedi.
A toothless tiger is worthless but useless.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and then walked towards his family.
When he took the prepared meal and pushed the door to the room, he found Ouyang Xian'er still lying quietly on the bed.
A smile appeared on his face, he walked over gently and sat down. Seeing her arms outside, he reached out and put her arms under the quilt again.
Zhang Fan's movements were already very gentle, but Ouyang Xian'er still opened her eyes. When she saw Zhang Fan looking at her with a smile, her face turned slightly red.
"Are you feeling better now?" Zhang Fan said softly.
"Yes." Ouyang Xian'er nodded gently, then sat up from the bed, gently lifted the quilt, and the fragrance filled his nostrils.
"I'll get you some water to wash up, and then eat some food to help you recover faster." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
"Master, I will do it myself." Seeing Zhang Fan stand up, Ouyang Xianer became embarrassed.
"Silly girl." Zhang Fan patted her little head affectionately and stood up, leaving Ouyang Xianer behind and walked out directly.