The headquarters of the Guyao City Arena, in the luxurious inner courtyard of the large palace, a middle-aged man in his 50s came here and pushed the door straight into it. His face was quite unkind, as if it was
I seemed extremely angry about something.
When he pushed open the door, he saw a group of dancers dancing gracefully, while on the other side was a burly middle-aged man holding a wine glass in one hand and tying his hands at the witch in his arms with the other.
The old man quickly stepped forward a few steps and said coldly: "You have injured so many people this time. On the way I came, I heard people scolding us in the arena behind my back. You can't come over honestly.
What if you walk a road with fewer individuals and ride slowly?”
"Oh, aren't it just some low-level people? What's the point of making a fuss? I'm not happy all the way. I just want the person who is not very good at venting his anger. Can I still control the law of Guyao City?
I can't do it?" The man said impatiently. It was Yin Wuquan who was on the street before.
Along the way, he also knocked over some upper-class people who could walk in the middle of the road. But compared to his identity, these are all small things and cannot do anything to him. Even if he hits him, he would not dare to come.
Let’s talk to him, let alone ordinary people.
With Yin Wuquan's identity, the third son of the host of the arena, his cultivation is even higher than the first level of the Saint Lord's late stage, and his status is so high. Even if he bumped into the Killer Union, the people from Wanbaolou will not be able to get irreversible.
Human life, then everything is easy to negotiate.
At least, for his father's sake, he would only pay a little money and apologize to settle the matter. The person who came here was his second uncle, Yin Zheng, the second in command of the arena.
Yin Zheng sighed in his heart. He knew that his nephew was used to being rampant in Guyao City, especially his cultivation talent was far higher than his two brothers. He was praised and doted on countless people and was even designated as the next post by his elder brother.
The Lord of the Arena. This is even more ignorant of the world. However, although their arena is extremely powerful, there are also people who cannot afford to offend. They are always so arrogant. God knows that they will cause trouble that day.
However, Yin Zheng did not know that what Yin Wuquan's temper brought them was not a small trouble, but a huge trouble that could not even bear even the entire arena.
"Please calm down from now on. You just hit a man from Wanbaolou. Although this person is not at a high level in Wanbaolou, you can't get through the Wanbaolou face. I will follow me later and say
Apologize." Yin Zheng sighed helplessly. They would not care about other family forces. But the people who messed with Gu Yaoshan, Wanbaolou, and Killer Union had to give a good explanation. After all, each of the three companies is not weak.
For them.
"Oh, I said, "Second uncle, just apologize for such things. Don't he just want some face? You are the second in command of the arena. Isn't it enough to apologize?" Yin Wuquan looked impatient with his face.
He waved his hand straight, "I'm so tired that I just came back. I haven't finished watching a dance yet, so please let me rest for a while."
"You...you guy!" Yin Zheng shook his sleeves angrily and left angrily.
"Hmph!" Looking at Yin Zheng's back, Yin Wuquan snorted coldly, but continued to touch Mei Ji in his arms.
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On the other hand, when Ye Feng walked out of the restaurant, a strong anger that had been suppressing in his heart boiled like a storm in Ye Feng's heart, like the outbreak of the end of the world, the surging anger drove him
My heart was completely overwhelmed.
Ye Feng has changed.
His face changed, his eyes changed, his temperament changed, as if at that moment, he had become another person. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his body surged into the sky.
Huge murderous intent.
Everyone around the restaurant clearly sensed that the person in front of them seemed to be no longer a person, but had become the one who had experienced countless killings from the Shura Blood River and rushed to the shore with bloody storms.
The God of Killing!
I couldn't help but feel cold in everyone's heart. Even some masters were cold all over and almost couldn't help but tremble on the spot.
Without any hesitation, Ye Feng walked out directly with great strides. Although he did not walk very quickly, every step he took was extremely solemn, and every step seemed to step on a person's heart.
Many people felt that something big would happen when they saw this scene, so many people followed Ye Feng for a while. Although they didn't dare to get too close, they were all very excited.
Soon, Ye Feng rushed directly into the outer sphere of influence of the arena. In addition, a large group of people following behind him, this momentum really surprised some people on the outer sphere of the arena, and they had no reaction in a short time.
The sky has dimmed a little, and there are fire clouds in the west. It is dusk, and the setting sun is like blood. The red sky makes people feel that you can twist the bleeding with just a little force! This weather seems so terrifying, it seems that something is about to happen.
It is usually timid.
The arena in Guyao City can be said to be a 100,000-mile area and a 3,000-city venue. There are nine powerful people in the late stage of the Saint Lord, and they are all from gladiators and combat power.
He is extremely strong, among them, there is a super strong man who ranks 93rd on the list, the lord of the arena Yin Zhushang.
So although there are many attendants and guards in the arena here, no one ever thought that anyone would come here to provoke.
It was the setting sun and the setting sun was as bloody as the setting sun.
Ye Feng came straight towards this place. His movements were not in a hurry, but he walked forward step by step. However, his arrival immediately aroused everyone's warning.
In the eyes of the arena guards who are at least at the first level or above in the middle stage of the Saint Lord, this young man appeared too suddenly.
Especially every step he took seemed to contain a thousand pounds of power. As the foot stepped on the ground, their hearts trembled.
This man's murderous aura brought them a terrifying feeling. It seemed that he was not alone, but an ancient giant beast with ten meters and hundreds of meters. Every step forward made the entire earth tremble.
When I arrived at this strange scene, even the stupidest person knew that this person was coming in a fierce and extraordinary situation.
The guards with duty all had their scalps numb, but they still tried to go forward and interrogate. But when they took a step forward and wanted to stop them, they suddenly found that they could no longer move. The closer they got to this person
Then he could feel the huge, almost boundless pressure from him. This pressure hangs on their bodies like a mountain.
Can anyone move forward with the entire mountain on their back?
The answer is very obvious, so even the guard who is responsible is still stiff and unable to move when he is within ten meters of this person.
Ye Feng was in an extremely wonderful state at this moment. This state was the fighting artistic conception that the two masters showed when they were fighting. Ye Feng had just realized it. He really didn't expect that he had just understood the major ones. Strength and strength have just reached a new level. I just felt the feelings of my relatives, and someone dared to stumble on him!
I haven't really gotten angry for a long time, and finally showed the rage I haven't had in a long time. This is undoubtedly a complete volcanic eruption.
At this time, Ye Feng's spirit was constantly rising due to excessive stimulation, and the energy of heaven and earth that he could affect as the center continued to increase. The angry feeling like raging waves also all the spiritual energy in his body. It was inspired, and that unreserved power was actually like the essence in this moment. As long as anyone approached, he would bear the pressure of his power and feel his heartbeat faster, his mouth was dry and he dared not get closer. .
Finally, under the eyes of countless people, Ye Feng came to the gate at the core of the arena openly.
All the guards in charge of the guards wanted to stop them, but none of them succeeded. Even though they were hundreds or thousands of people, there was not even one person who could get close to Ye Feng.
Before coming to the gate, Ye Feng raised his hand without hesitation. A fearsome golden light flashed on his hand, and the golden spiritual energy was released, representing a huge and sharp powerful force.
This hand was staring at everyone's eyes, as if it was carrying a thousand kilograms of power, and it was heavily printed on the huge copper door.
Time seemed to stop at this moment. Everyone had a strange feeling. Ye Feng's palm seemed to have mastered some incomprehensible power. Their hearts and bodies were trembling inexplicably , as if the palm was directly printed on their bodies.
The next moment, a huge burst sound spread throughout the arena.
The tall copper door was like paper, and could not withstand such powerful power at all. The wooden door wrapped in copper skin completely exploded, and countless pieces of wood chips rose into the air and blasted into the gate. Flying away.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng's sound, which was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, seemed to be directly heard from everyone's hearts.
"Yin Wuquan, come out and die..."
The rumbling sound exploded in the air like a huge thunder. There was no sound in the entire arena, and only endless echoes were left floating in the air.
In the arena, Yin Wuquan was hugging a charming woman and watching the dancers' performance with great enthusiasm. His soft and boneless waist and charming face made his eyes drool.
At this time, he had already left everything else behind, and only Mei Ji was in front of him.
But just as he was addicted to pleasure, he suddenly heard a huge roar that seemed to be a death-taking soul chasing. His body trembled and the wine glass in his hand fell down.