The young talents present stared at Feng Feiyun in surprise. The young man in front of him spoke too loudly. This is the capital of God, a place where unparalleled geniuses gather. Even if you have been king and hegemon in other places, come to God.
After all, we must live in peace and harmony.
Besides, Baotianhou Mansion is not someone to be trifled with. It is not difficult to defeat Tang Huanzhen, but asking him to kneel down and apologize to a woman is absolutely impossible.
Zen Master Yifan's eyes were as clear as two green pools, and he said: "Amitabha, donor, you must not kill any living being!"
At this time, under the "Buddha Asking Platform", there was a sound of breaking wind, and two rays of rays rushed over the Buddhist wall and landed on the Buddha Asking Platform almost at the same time.
Both of them were handsome and powerful men. They were brightly dressed and wore precious armor. Their faces were rosy and their energy and blood were boiling. But the aura about them was already surging like two big rivers.
"Li Fengxian, you have been practicing in the Wanxiang Tower for so many years, and you have some skills!" One of the majestic men, eight feet tall and with purple skin covering his back, said.
Li Fengxian smiled and said: "Tang Ao, I heard that you have become a disciple of a hermit master, and you can't bear to practice!"
It was the two young princes from Hutianhou Mansion and Baotianhou Mansion who came.
Among them, Li Fengxian is the eldest son of Hu Tianhou, and he had some friendship with Feng Feiyun in Wanxiang Tower. Now Li Fengxian has survived the earthly calamity and reached the first level of destiny.
Tang Aozhuoran stood on the Buddhist altar, his tiger eyes scanned the talented people present, and said solemnly: "Everyone Ye, we will go to the Buddhist altar immediately. Everyone should be silent. If anyone dares to make a sound,
I’m disturbing the night for everyone to burn incense, don’t blame me, Mr. Tang, for being rude.”
Tang Ao and Li Fengxian were also fans of Ye Xiaoxiang's music. They came here specifically to control the situation at the Buddhist altar, fearing that there would be unrest here in advance.
These are the two young marquises, the future marquis heirs of the Tianhou Mansion. They represent the will of the Tianhou Mansion. Their status is far from being comparable to that of Li Fengxin and Tang Huanzhen. There are really not many people present who dare to challenge them.
So as soon as Tang Ao spoke, the entire Buddha-inquiry platform suddenly became quiet, so the monks all backed away slightly.
Bu Jun said coldly: "I'm afraid that won't work. Even if I, the King of Heaven, come to offer incense, I have to wait until those bastards kneel down to apologize to Miss Yuchan."
The place had been silent for a long time, and Bu Jun's voice could be heard by the entire audience, very clearly.
Feng Feiyun stood at the front and naturally had the same attitude.
At this time, the two young princes realized that something was wrong with the situation at the Buddhist altar.
When Tang Huanzhen saw Tang Ao coming, he was so happy that he got up from the ground, holding an arm that was about to fall off his shoulders, ran behind Tang Ao, and said: "Second brother, that boy wants me to give him a
The prostitute knelt down to apologize and said that the prostitute was a master. This was simply an insult to the Night Fairy. Only the Night Fairy could be called a 'master' in the capital city."
"You have embarrassed Tianhou Mansion. I will deal with you when I get back." Tang Ao stared at Tang Huanzhen coldly. Tang Huanzhen was in inexplicable awe of this second brother. He quickly lowered his head and responded repeatedly.
Tang Ao raised his head and stared at Feng Feiyun, frowning slightly, and naturally felt the powerful aura coming from Feng Feiyun. He was definitely a strong man, and he didn't know where he came from.
On the contrary, when Li Fengxian saw Feng Feiyun, his face immediately showed a look of surprise and joy, and he came over directly, "Brother Feng, after you came to Zhonghuang Mansion, you didn't even come to Hutianhou Mansion to talk to me.
This is really not enough of a friend!"
Feng Feiyun said in greeting: "I have just arrived at the Zhonghuang Palace and have not entered the Divine Capital yet."
Li Fengxian nodded and said with some concern: "The rotten blood of the King of Hell on your body..."
"We'll discuss this later." Feng Feiyun didn't want people to know that he had resolved the secret of the King of Hell's rotten blood.
Li Fengxian saw that Li Fengxin and Zhu Ming from Hutianhou Mansion were also there, so he walked over and asked them what was going on?
Li Fengxin and Zhu Ming had been shocked for a long time. This young man was an old acquaintance of their own young prince, and it seemed that the young prince treated him with courtesy.
After Li Fengxin explained the dragon energy pulse in the future, he secretly asked: "Brother, who is he?"
"You don't know who he is?" Li Fengxian was slightly surprised.
Li Fengxin smiled awkwardly, and only then did he realize that he had never asked the other person what his name was.
"He is the Tanhua Lang in "The Epic World Ranking"!" Li Fengxian said.
"What? The son of a demon..." Li Fengxin stared at the young man standing in front of him in horror. This was the rumored number one genius of the Jin Dynasty. His combat power was ranked in "The Epic World"
The third son of the demon on the list.
Both Li Fengxin and Zhu Ming felt as if their legs were weak and their heads were dizzy. They actually called themselves brothers with the demon's son. If they used it to brag to other Tianhou disciples, it would definitely be a very honorable thing.
There were two red flames in Feng Feiyun's eyes. The center of the flames was wrapped with the shadows of two phoenixes. Two red eyes of fire flew out from the eyes and hit Tang Ao's body.
The armor on Tang Ao's body burned.
Tang Ao's face changed, and a purple glow emerged from his dantian. Forty-nine strands of cold air traveled throughout his body before he extinguished the flames on his body. However, the armor on his body was still riddled with holes and was still burning.
Wisps of black smoke.
Tang Ao sacrificed a piece of white divine iron, which was a piece of naturally produced iron. It was about a foot square and showed an octagonal shape. He guarded it in front of him and said solemnly: "Who are you? Do you know that you have offended me?
If the Tianhou Mansion is exploded, it will be difficult to move forward in the divine capital."
"You don't need to know."
When Feng Feiyun said this, the reincarnation speed started on his feet, and before he finished speaking, he was already standing in front of Tang Ao.
This speed was so fast that even a strong man like Tang Ao could only see a shadow, and Feng Feiyun was already standing within three steps of him.
Tang Ao was able to become the Little Marquis of the Ba Tianhou Mansion, so he naturally had his own merits. Although he was surprised, he was not intimidated. He mobilized the Purple Mansion's spiritual energy all over his body and penetrated the white divine iron, "Boom
", a white flame emerged from the divine iron and condensed into a fire cloud.
Although Tang Ao is also in the first level of Destiny, he is much more powerful than the average first level monks in Destiny. More than 1,700 Zifu spiritual energy have been transformed into his body.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun casually slapped a palm, and directly knocked the white magic iron and Tang Ao away. There was a sound of bones breaking, and they fell to the ground hard.
Feng Feiyun was able to defeat the first-level Destiny Jun when he was in the realm of Divine Foundation Dzogchen. Now that he has reached the first-level Destiny, he is about to break through to the second-level Destiny level and deal with Tang Ao's level.
The characters really don’t require much effort.
With just a casual palm, he knocked down the young Marquis of Ba Tianhou Mansion. This was a little too casual, it was like swatting away a mosquito.
This scene was so shocking that my jaw dropped.
Of course, there were also extremely talented people present, secretly guessing where this young man came from. With such strength, he definitely couldn't be an unknown person.
Tang Ao fell to the ground, coughing blood continuously, and the shock in his eyes became even stronger. He couldn't believe that he could be defeated so quickly.
Tang Huanzhen and the four young men in brocade robes all had their thighs twisted and cold sweat broke out on their backs. Watching Feng Feiyun walking towards them step by step, they couldn't help but step back until they reached the Buddhist altar.
At the end, on the edge of the cliff, it stopped.
"Do you want to apologize?" Feng Feiyun's momentum was so overwhelming that it was like a huge mountain rolling over him, crushing the five of them so hard that they couldn't even breathe.
Feng Feiyun unfolded all forty spiritual consciousnesses on his body, and an invisible and huge coercion flew out, suspended above their heads, trying to make them surrender.
"I...I..." Tang Huanzhen was also frightened. How could he offend such a murderous god? He had already regretted it to death, but asking him to kneel down and admit his mistake to a woman, for such arrogant gods like them,
It is really difficult for the aristocratic children of the Marquis Mansion to do this.
"Pfft!" Feng Feiyun pointed out and directly pierced the eyebrow of a young man in brocade robes, revealing a blood hole as big as a finger, and a fountain of blood shot out from his eyebrow.
The young man's body fell straight backwards and fell down a cliff thousands of feet, leaving no trace of his body.
The muscles on the faces of the remaining four people all twitched at the same time, and they almost knelt on the ground in fear.
"Amitabha, donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!" Zen Master Yifan fell behind Feng Feiyun like a blue cloud.
This monk is very young, probably about seventeen or eight years old. His skin is as smooth as jade, without any blemishes. He looks like a finely carved jade Buddha.
In particular, the eight ring scars on his head are as bright as eight stars, emitting a full golden light, giving people a solemn feeling like a treasure.
Feng Feiyun didn't need to turn around, but he could feel that the powerful Buddhist power emanating from this monk was far beyond the comparison of ordinary young talents. He stood behind him like an immortal Buddha root.
Feng Feiyun snorted coldly: "Monk, you'd better stand farther away to avoid blood splattering on your Buddhist robes."
"Whoosh!"
A young man in splendid robes wanted to escape, so he jumped off the cliff, stepped on a flying sword, and turned into a white brilliance, flying towards the sky.
In an instant, there was only a point of light left, and he fled to the horizon.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun pointed his finger at the sky. The white clouds in the sky surged and turned into a huge handprint. It flew down from the sky and directly beat the fleeing young man in brocade clothes into a bloody mist. Even he
The flying swords he stepped on were broken into iron filings.