Chapter 839: Back off, I’m going to start pretending (3)
Tailing, underground palace.
Yang Jiyou led a group of people to kneel on the cold ground, prostrating himself.
As the head of a top sect, how could Yang Jiyou not know the reputation of the Qinglong clan and the Son of Light?
The Temple of Heroes, the Eight Sons of God.
Two of the four major clans and one clan.
The Qinglong clan, the Son of God of Light and the Son of God of Dust.
The Son of God Tongchen is recognized as the weakest among the Eight Great Sons.
However, wind and light are recognized as the first.
As Yang Jiyou's identity, he was not qualified to know that Feng Heguang had actually entered the world.
Apart from kneeling on the ground and sticking out his butt, he didn't even dare to say anything.
Soon, a sound rang out from the underground palace:
"Why do you have to scare them? You are always so domineering."
A handsome young man who was born elegant and handsome, only slightly shorter than Feng Heguang, walked over with a smile on his face.
Behind the young man, there were four slim maids who could be described as stunning.
Their age seems to be only seventeen or eighteen, but they are all not as good as the five innate realms.
Eastern warriors have only two realms.
Innate, acquired.
The day after tomorrow is called "not in the flow".
But the innate is divided into nine realms.
Above the nine realms of innate nature, there is the peak of innate perfection.
Then go up, it is the so-called divine realm of Wu Po.
Aged 17 or 18 years old, he is a powerful man in the fifth realm of the innate realm. This makes many warriors who have only broken through to the innate realm of the innate realm at the age of thirty or fifty.
"Yang Jiyou."
Feng Wuchen scolded faintly.
"Son of God."
Yang Jiyou, the head of Huayang Sect and the most powerful families in the world, only deserved him as a vassal. He was like a dog, just using his hands and feet on the ground, quickly climbing in front of Feng Wuchen, with a pair of
The look of waving his tail and begging for mercy.
Feng Wuchen raised one leg with a smile and stepped on Yang Jiyou's head.
"How did you offend the Son of God of God in Heguang?"
Yang Jiyou widened his eyes in horror and shook his head repeatedly:
"Son of God, how dare I?"
Feng Wuchen smiled at Feng Heguang gently and said:
"Look, Brother Guang, they are just a dog. You don't have to show off your power in front of them, right? If you feel uncomfortable, I'll kill them for you?"
Feng Heguang looked at Feng Wuchen quietly and sighed:
"Stop it. Since you have already started a gambling battle, don't play outside the board. You shouldn't bet on the bets because you are afraid of losing."
Feng Wuchen smiled gracefully and asked:
"What are you going to stop? What are you going to stop? Did I do anything? Haha, Brother Yun, if I don't do anything well, you must tell me, you are the best among the eight of us, you
I will listen to whatever I say.”
Feng Heguang didn't say anything, he just shook his head gently.
Feng Wuchen smiled extremely graceful and luxuriously, and then he suddenly sighed heavily:
"You should actually go to Dongyang. You know, Feng Zinan is a lunatic. If he does something angry and resentful in Dongyang, it will stimulate Su Mu and let you Qinglong clan lose this bet, Qinglong clan, and the Qinglong clan, and still
How to turn over?"
Feng Heguang still didn't speak.
Feng Wuchen smiled and lit Yang Jiyou's head a few times:
"You said, if the Qinglong clan loses again, wouldn't there only three clans left in the Heroic Spirit Hall?"
Feng Heguang lowered his head, his eyes seemed to flash a little.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
Then when he raised his head and looked at Feng Wuchen, he was like a serious father, looking at his naughty son.
"You kid, you are always so naughty. When your mother was pregnant with you, I said that you can't keep it. If you stay, it's probably a disaster."
"What are you calling me? Big brother?"
"You boy, do you know that I am forty years old this year and I have slept with your mother back then."
Feng Heguang pointed at Feng Wuchen, whose face was extremely gloomy and laughed:
"Look at you, you're always so impatient. It's not like when I was young. When your mother was pregnant with you, she insisted on marrying your father. Alas, speaking of it, your father and I are different from each other's generation.
, but I love my brother, I shouldn't have let him be green."
"But then again, your mother was a water-like poplar flower back then, and I don't know how many handsome men had ruined the four major clans. I guess you can't be my species."
Yang Jiyou and others were so scared that they collapsed on the ground, wishing they could drill their heads into the hard bluestone.
Feng Wuchen was stiff all over, and a bloody color flashed across his face.
But soon, he actually returned to peace.
He looked at Feng Heguang with a smile, lowered his voice and said softly:
"Then I'll call you "Master Father, okay?"
Feng Heguang shook his head:
"Forget it, your father is the only one. Although I don't know who you are, it's not my style to win people's love. Oh, I remember, your mother and your grandfather were still... well, you know
It is said that your father married your mother to cover up your grandfather. You are actually calling me elder brother."
The eight maids behind Feng Wuchen's faces became extremely ugly at the same time.
They were all Feng Wuchen's mothers, and they were trained by themselves and given to their son's maids.
Feng Wuchen looked at Feng Heguang deeply and said coldly:
"You want to turn against me?"
Feng Heguang smiled.
Smiling brilliantly.
He said relaxedly:
"Are you... qualified?"
Feng Wuchen breathed deeply and deeply.
A layer of strange blood red slowly appeared on his face.
He took a deep breath again, and then slowly nodded to Feng Heguang:
"I... do not have this qualification."
Feng Heguang smiled slightly and slowly walked to Feng Wuchen's face, as if he was about to reach out to pat Feng Wuchen's shoulder.
Feng Wuchen was like a ghost, and his feet shook and he retreated ten meters.
"What are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, brother won't bully you. Be good, do you know what to do next?"
Feng Heguang's words and deeds were all calm, as if he was like this in front of anyone else.
Feng Wuchen lowered his head deeply.
No matter how crazy his heart roared, his internal organs were bleeding, but he did not dare to show it.
Because this person is the most powerful among the eight great sons of the gods.
but……!
What a shame today!!!
"Yang Jiyou, give Pei Mingqiu a call. Don't take the Yu sisters tonight."
Yang Jiyou rolled and crawled up from the ground, hunched his waist 90 degrees, and ran towards the exit of the underground palace.
Go out first, otherwise, who knows what will happen later.
If I die here because of hearing something...!
Yang Jiyou didn't know that his phone number was useless at all.
Just as he called Pei Mingqiu, Su Mu also received a text message.
The text message was sent by Mr. Ye.
"Husband, the master is so handsome."
Su Mu was stunned on the spot.
What does it mean?
Brother Zhuo, why are you going to find your disciple’s wife while you are not at home?
He used the excuse to go to the bathroom and called him, and he understood the whole story.
He couldn't help but sweat coldly on his back.
Very lingering.
If there was no Fatty…!
I can't imagine what the result will be.
But then a terrifying anger ignited the tyrannical factor that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.
So……!
very good.
Excite me?
very good!
Then come on.
No one expected that things would get out of control.
Many years later, the ancient martial arts world regarded today as the origin of that catastrophe.