When the middle-aged man with a mustache heard Zhang Yifeng's cold words, a look of ridicule appeared on his face.
"Huh, I guess he's just a young monk who doesn't know where he came from. I'm afraid he has never heard of the reputation of my life-threatening sword."
"Boy, now bring me what you have gained in the small world, as well as the beauty on your flying boat, and I can spare your life."
The bald man looked down at Zhang Yifeng and shouted in a rather arrogant tone.
Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows when he heard this and raised his eyes slightly to look at him.
"Death Blade? I've never heard of that name."
With one hand behind his back, Zhang Yifeng looked at him proudly and said.
Hearing the contempt in Zhang Yifeng's tone, the bald man who called himself the Jue Ming Dao had veins popping out on his forehead.
"Good boy, it seems you are determined to seek death."
"In this case, there is no need to keep you!"
The bald man shouted loudly, pulled out the golden knife from his waist, and was about to kill Zhang Yifeng.
"Wait a minute, brother, you don't need to take action personally to deal with such a small character, let us do it."
The monk with the mustache quickly spoke and stopped the bald man. He would not let go of this opportunity to express himself.
"Well, hum, then I'll leave it to you to handle it."
After the bald man was stopped, he thought that his move was too cheap, so he nodded.
"Don't worry, brother, just leave it to me!"
"Brothers, kill these losers for me. Hack all the men to death and capture the women!"
The middle-aged man with a mustache proudly patted his chest, and then shouted.
"Ouch!"
The dozens of monks around him roared when they heard this, and immediately rushed towards the flying boat.
On the flying boat, Su Zhirou had already arrived at Zhang Yifeng's side.
"Yifeng, do you need me to take action?"
A look of disgust flashed in Su Zhirou's beautiful eyes. She had always been very disgusted with these evil people who liked to kill and rob others for no reason.
"No, we just happened to use them to try out the things that the merchants from China gave us."
Zhang Yifeng shook his head, then turned his head and winked at Xuanyuan Li and Ji Dali.
The two men immediately came to the two sides of the deck with understanding and opened the two objects that had been covered with black cloth.
I saw these two things, and they were the unique naval guns of the Tianyu Empire battleship.
In order to express their gratitude to Zhang Yifeng, Lu Shang specially installed two naval guns on their flying boat.
These two naval guns are the latest products of the Tianyu Empire, and are extremely powerful made by skilled craftsmen.
"What?"
The middle-aged man with a mustache had never seen this naval gun before. Looking at the dark muzzle, he couldn't help but frown.
However, the next second, Xuanyuan Li and Ji Dali each injected mana into the naval guns.
With a loud bang, light cannons blasted out all over the sky, directly blowing up dozens of monks approaching them.
Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and rolled up the silk thread, then collected all the monks' storage rings.
"Wha, what?!"
The middle-aged man with a mustache stared dumbly at the bursts of light exploding in front of his eyes. The men they brought were instantly buried in those light cannons.
The middle-aged man with a mustache, who was trembling slightly, turned to look at the bald man behind him.
"Big, big brother..."
He swallowed and didn't know what to say for a long time. He was already frightened by the scene before him.
"Good boy, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant. It seems that this is the treasure you obtained in this small world."
"But with this kind of dead thing, it's okay to deal with these wastes."
"Facing my ultimate sword, Wang Zhong, you will never stand a chance!"
The bald man roared with fearlessness and immediately pulled out the golden sword in his hand.
Red blood light condensed on the blade, and then rushed towards Zhang Yifeng and others below.
"Howl in pain under my deadly knife!"
The sword light formed by the convergence of blood rushed down and was about to cut off the flying boat that Zhang Yifeng was on.
"Some strength."
Zhang Yifeng raised his head indifferently and looked at the sword light that was about to fall in the sky.
The next moment, a sword light shot up into the sky without any warning, directly shattering the sword light.
The sword light continued unabated and headed straight for the bald man in the air.
"Varied……"
Before he could finish his sentence, the dazzling sword light passed directly through his body.
The exploding sword marks quickly covered the body of the bald man, cutting him into countless pieces.
The rain of blood shot out, directly splashing the face of the middle-aged man with a mustache next to him.
Feeling the sticky touch on his face and the fishy smell hitting his face, the middle-aged man with a mustache was trembling all over his body.
Before he could recover, a strong suction force suddenly came from the flying boat.
But in a blink of an eye, the middle-aged man with a mustache appeared on the flying boat.
Zhang Yifeng looked at him indifferently and waved his hand with a spiritual light to wash away the blood stains on his body.
It wasn't that Zhang Yifeng felt sorry for him, but it was because he didn't want the blood on this guy to stain the flying boat.
"Please, please spare my life, sir!"
"This is all the plan of the Death Sword King Zhong and has nothing to do with the villain!"
It took a long time for the middle-aged man with a mustache to come back to his senses. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged Zhang Yifeng for mercy with tears streaming down his face.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
"If I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be able to survive now."
Zhang Yifeng put one hand behind his back and looked coldly at this middle-aged man with a mustache.
"That, that's great, I'm willing to work as a horse for you! Sir!"
When the middle-aged man with a mustache heard this, he thought Zhang Yifeng wanted to keep him as a servant, so he quickly knelt down and kowtowed and shouted.
"Oh, I don't need someone like you to be my bully or a horse."
"I don't think you have much blood in you. You are just relying on the power of a fox and a tiger to dominate here."
"There is only one purpose for keeping you here. This small world is where the natural emperor Su Yunshan takes shelter."
"You just have to spread the word."
Zhang Yifeng looked coldly at the middle-aged man with a mustache.
"God, born to be an emperor?"
The middle-aged man with a mustache had his pupils constricted, and for a moment he even forgot to kowtow and beg for mercy.
That was a name that could only be heard accidentally in rumors. They were so brave that they dared to squat here to guard the person who was born to be an emperor.
"It's because of my shortsightedness that I offended you!"
"The little man must do his best to spread the word that this place is blessed by the natural emperor."
The middle-aged man with a mustache lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.
"Go away."
When Zhang Yifeng saw this, he knew that this guy was frightened and did not dare to disobey his orders.
"Thank you so much, sir, for sparing your life!"
The middle-aged man with a mustache vigorously kowtowed to Zhang Yifeng several times, and then he flew up in a panic and flew away into the distance.
I'm afraid I won't dare to come back here for the rest of my life.