The more Feng San frowned, the deeper he frowned. He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out. However, at the same time, he had a strong interest in Yuwen Xiaobao. Each of these questions made Feng San's dead heart slow down.
Slowly the desire for life returned.
"Go and get one more." Yuwen Xiaobao gave another order.
"Why don't you just send them all down?" Yu Wenxiao raised his head on the ground and shouted to the sky.
"Idiot." Yuwen Xiaobao curled his lips and said:
"This is called psychological warfare. I'm not here to kill him. What if they all rush in at once? What if I get rid of him? Jumping out one by one like this will not only have a huge deterrent effect, but also make people angry.
He felt my endless strength. In other words, if I have more than him, it won’t be too much, and if I don’t have him, it won’t be too much. If I get pissed off, I might kill him right here.
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"Don't tell me, this is really a good place to bury bones." Yuwen Xiaobao muttered again.
Yuwen Xiaobao completely ignored Feng San and said loudly to Yuwen Xiao who was on the ground. In fact, Yuwen Xiaobao just wanted Feng San to hear it. So what if he heard it?
That’s what I think!
I accept you and invite you. If you don't move, I might really get rid of you if I get angry!
This is like holding a candy in one hand, and a slap in the face with an open palm. It’s up to you to choose, and you will be responsible for the consequences!
Sure enough, Feng San raised his eyebrows, and his expression finally showed a hint of thinking.
"Why are you going to such trouble? Anyway, you have so many cards. If you just throw a few more cards, you'll have everything. Why do you have to recover this Feng San? It's unnecessary."
Yu Wenxiao didn't know whether he had guessed Yuwen Xiaobao's plan and deliberately sang a double act with Yuwen Xiaobao, or whether he really thought so. After finishing speaking, he curled his lips in disdain and turned away.
Yuwen Xiaobao was so angry that he was so angry. Damn, that's easy to say. Do you fucking know how many gold bricks it costs for such a holy king? I worked so hard to blackmail Xie Wuyou and blackmail the He family. Do you think it's easy?
How many gold bricks did it take to gather so many holy kings?
Also, when Feng Sanyi comes back, the Holy Luo Temple will not only increase in strength, but also gather the hearts of all the disciples of the Holy Luo Temple. In this way, in addition to frightening the Xuan Sheng Sect, maybe even that right envoy
Or other disciples will return to the temple again. That can be called the true revitalization of the Holy Law Temple.
Of course Yuwen Xiaobao didn't say these words again, he just muttered silently in his heart for a while.
When Yu Wenxiao saw that Yu Wen Xiaobao didn't make any more noise, he also tilted his head. Unexpectedly, this tilt of his head happened to collide with Feng San's eyes. Yu Wenxiao's heart suddenly felt numb and his whole body trembled.
Holy shit! I'm still on someone else's territory.
"Hehe, I'm joking, don't take it seriously." Yu Wenxiao smiled and bowed to Feng San.
As soon as the seventh Saint King of the Tenth Level joined, Feng San no longer dared to be too powerful. Although he seemed nervous when fighting six people alone just now, he couldn't force them to go all out. After this one joined, Feng San immediately became more powerful.
I was more vigilant. I did my best in every move, whether it was killing or defending, and I didn't dare to be negligent. I didn't even bother to look at Yu Wenxiao.
At this time, Yu Wenxiao's laughter came out softly again.
"Take another one!" Yuwen Xiaobao threw out another Holy King.
Feng San's eyes showed panic. Soon, the situation was full of dangers. There was no longer any chance to counterattack. All he could do was to defend with all his strength!
Extremely passive!
The orders given by all the saint kings were to fight until death, so no matter how embarrassed Feng San was, they just used all their strength to kill and use every move, which made Feng San frightened.
Damn it! I want to live in seclusion and don’t want to get involved in the human world again, but I don’t want to die here. If you attack me desperately like this, I really wonder if you are here to invite me to come down the mountain.
"Go again!"
Yuwen Xiaobao smiled strangely. He had already seen what Feng San was thinking, because Feng San finally raised his head and looked for his hiding place while fighting. What does this mean? It means that Feng San already wants to get off the stairs.
.
But I, Yuwen Xiaobao, can't give you this step. If I give it to you this time, you will inevitably end up like that Ma Zhigu last time. So, I don't have the step, but I still have the capital to make you docile.
Are you arrogant? What a pity, I am more arrogant than you! Do you want to be crazy? I will be crazier than you! This is my Yuwen Xiaobao’s style of doing things!!
Be obedient.
Seeing the arrival of the ninth 10th level Holy King, Feng San took a deep breath. At this time, he became even more suspicious of whether this Yuwen Xiaobao was the Supreme Lord of the Holy Luo Palace or the head of the Xuansheng Sect.
Damn it! Isn’t it clear that I won’t let myself go down the slope?
Feng San secretly cried out in pain, remembering the instructions in Ma Zhigu's psychic letter, saying that the new palace master acted strangely, often unexpectedly, and without common sense.
When they met today, it turned out to be true. When they met, Brother Feng kept saying that he even put down his dignity and called himself a boy, but now it is clear that he wants the life of Brother Feng himself!
Yuwen Xiaobao also secretly smacked his tongue again. Is this Feng San's strength really only the third level of the First Yuan? There are nine holy kings at the tenth level. Although Feng San can be defeated and killed at a glance, Feng San can do it on his own.
It is indeed rare to have carried it for so long.
'Bang! Crack!'
Feng Sangang had just punched a Holy King and before he had time to withdraw his hand, a Holy King slapped him hard on the back. He felt a surge of blood and blood splattered out. His body shape was out of alignment.
His footsteps were disordered, and immediately, the evil spirit filled his whole body.
"stop!"
Feng San finally spoke, but the nine holy kings ignored him and continued to attack and kill with all their strength, because their order was: until death!
Yuwen Xiaobao pretended not to hear, stop? Are you begging me or ordering me? Hehehe laughed twice, not only did he not stop, but he said to the two holy kings behind him:
"You guys go down together."
"Yes!" The two tenth level Holy Kings appeared on the peak again, and Feng San was almost scared to death.
Holy shit!!!
How many f*cking people do you have? With so many people, why do you come to me? Are you still adding people?
Oh my God! Can't you see that I'm almost done?
Feng San wanted to think about it, but when he saw these two holy kings appearing, he immediately shouted loudly:
"Your Majesty is Eternal!!!"
If I had said this earlier, nothing would have happened. It was really troublesome.
Yuwen Xiaobao smiled, he got 100 million! Wow quack!!
Yuwen Xiaobao waved his hand and shouted:
"withdraw!"
Before he finished speaking, the eleven Saint King Shizhong immediately withdrew and stood aside, still looking at Feng San with a murderous look.
At this time, Feng San suddenly felt that his body was extremely exhausted. After this battle, he probably had to rest for at least ten days before he could recover. He raised his head and looked around the sky, weakly bent his legs, and Feng San finally knelt on the ground.
, breathing heavily, panting, it took a while to recover, and said:
"Feng San...accept defeat." He bowed deeply to the ground.
Yuwen Xiaobao smiled secretly, jumped out of the spaceship in a flash, stood in front of Feng San, hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Feng San up and said:
"Brother Feng, there is no need to be so polite. From now on, when no one is around, we can treat each other as brothers."
"I don't dare." Feng San took two steps back and cupped his hands, saying:
"There are people outside, and there are mountains outside the mountains. I know that without these Star Saint Kings, I am afraid that Dian Zun alone can defeat Feng San. Feng San is willing to surrender and is willing to be driven by Dian Zun!"
Feng San is really smart. Yuwen Xiaobao clearly left the peak just now, and she didn't even feel his presence. But judging from the scene just now, all this is under Yuwen Xiaobao's control, and it's easy to say it.
It's out, what does that mean?
It means that Yuwen Xiaobao has a strange skill that can avoid the detection of himself, the Shiyuan warrior.
In addition, Ma Zhigu repeatedly warned her in her channeled letter that she should never fight with Yuwen Palace Master. Although she did not explicitly say that she would suffer a loss, it could be seen from her words that Ma Zhigu had feelings for this palace master.
Supreme fear and awe.
Based on these two points, Feng San also dared to conclude that even if Yuwen Xiaobao Douyuan was only at the level of Saint King, he must have other strange abilities that could kill him.
"Okay! It's better to be respectful than to obey."
Yuwen Xiaobao nodded, and with a thought, the seven-star purple spirit armor was suddenly put on his body. With a raise of his hand, the seven-star war gun shot out across the sky. With a wave, the starry sky shone brightly.
"Your Majesty, Eternity!!!" Feng San hurriedly knelt on the ground again, his body trembling slightly, and he didn't dare to raise his head from the ground.
Feng San had only heard of the Seven-Star Zhanhu and the Seven-Star Purple Spirit Armor, but had never seen them, so when Ma Zhigu mentioned in her letter that Yuwen Xiaobao showed these two treasures at the palace coming-of-age ceremony, she thought they were
Ma Zhigu was just deceiving him to go back to the Holy Luo Temple. He didn't expect that when he saw it, it turned out to be true, and he was even more shocked.
Damn it! If you show these two sacred weapons, wouldn’t I just mess with you? I have to fight this!
Feng San felt so depressed.
"I announce that Feng San will return to the Holy Luo Palace from now on and will still serve as the left envoy of the Holy Luo Palace."
Yuwen Xiaobao's voice was like a loud bell, soaring into the sky. Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't help but tremble slightly. Feng San was even more submissive.
"Get up." Yuwen Xiaobao raised his hand, and Feng San stood up again, his tall body bowing slightly, looking frightened.
"Brother Feng is a senior expert. He must know a lot of things. Xiaobao wants to ask Brother Feng something." Yuwen Xiaobao replaced the boy with Xiaobao again.
"My subordinates tell me everything they know!"
Feng San didn't expect that Yuwen Xiaobao would be so polite to him, and he felt ashamed in his heart, but there was also a hint of relief in the shame, so he secretly vowed to assist this new palace master, this sixteen-year-old
boy!
Yuwen Xiaobao naturally heard the true meaning of Feng San's words. He felt extremely excited and did not hide it. He revealed all the colors in his eyes and said again:
"As far as you know, is there a Shiyuan-level fighter whose strength is comparable to yours? His surname is Yang, and he has a son who is about twenty years old? That boy also has a Tianyuan shield to protect him!"
"Yang Qing!" Feng San was startled immediately. (To be continued.)