open!"

After gritting his teeth, Zheng Feifan said in a deep voice.

Without saying anything, Yang Feng just kept looking at him coldly.

Otherwise I'm not polite!" Zheng Feifan threatened again.

Without saying anything, Yang Feng still looked at him so coldly.

Very good, this is what you asked for."

As his eyes condensed, Zheng Feifan suddenly became powerful all over his body. A yellow light in his hand suddenly burst out and turned into a mighty dragon head. The moment he turned around, he punched Yang Feng in the chest.

First-grade high-level martial arts, earth-level energy bonus, Dragon King Fist!"

boom!

With a loud bang, the violent waves kept rising and falling on Yang Feng's chest. Zheng Feifan's face became more and more ferocious. The Linglong girl beside her was stunned and full of horror.

Only Yang Feng seemed to be infected by the dead old man Sikong Lengguang. From the beginning to the end, he looked like a dead fish face, expressionless and without any turbulence.

Kara!

At this time, a crisp sound was made, and Zheng Feifan's fierce fist power disappeared without a trace, leaving only the arrogant young man's constant twitching face and incredible eyes.

How...how is it possible?

Breaked?

The corners of his mouth kept twitching. Zheng Feifan looked at the trembling look of his arm, and then looked at Yang Feng's still unremitting face in front of him, and was immediately shocked and sweating profusely.

Who is this guy? I beat him with the strongest skill in my life, but he didn't react at all, and even broke my arm?

Moreover, this was not something he deliberately broke, but his body was too hard, and he hit him with one punch, just like an egg hitting a stone.

I will crush myself to pieces, and the stone will not even fall out of the slag.

This person's strength is unfathomable.

At this moment, Zheng Feifan already understood that he had kicked the iron plate. But he couldn't figure it out. How could such a monster appear in such a broken place in the silent town?

What level has his cultivation reached?

The ability to force himself to beat the Dragon King Fist and to break his arm is at least the peak strength of the third level of Spiritual Envoy.

But how is this possible? The strong man at the third level of the Spirit Envoy is already enough to establish his own business. Will he marry such a lowly woman as Linglong in such a broken place as Wushen Town?

Confused, Zheng Feifan was completely confused.

Linglong, who was standing beside him, stared at the two of them in a daze. After staying for a while, she couldn't help screaming: Brother Feifan, he is a cultivator who has just ascended from the lower realm. At most, he is just the first-level first-level strength of the Spiritual Envoy. It's so delicious. If you hit him with such a powerful martial arts as Dragon King Fist, you will kill him."

I'm going, girl, you're just here to persuade the fight now? The fight has been finished, isn't it a little late?

Yang Feng glanced at Linglong with a speechless look, and Zheng Feifan was even more speechless, with tears in his eyes.

Damn, why didn’t you stop it earlier? I was shocked by his arm before you said, “It hurts so much.”

Also, do you say he is a rookie in the early stage of the first-level spiritual envoy who has just ascended? Who can you deceive? Can the rookie break my arm?

Gudu!

He swallowed his saliva hard, and Zheng Feifan was sweating all over his head, but he gritted his teeth and didn't want to hum, and smiled with shame: I know, so I just showed mercy. Brother, my fist wind didn't hurt you just now, right?"

What do you think? Do you want to fix a steel plate on your arms? Humph...

Rolling his eyes, Yang Feng looked down at his trembling arm, and then understood what was going on, but he didn't expose him. He looked at him silently and pretended, but just grabbed his shoulder and had a little more force.

Click!

Zheng Feifan's shoulders sank, and a sudden feeling of pain penetrated into his heart. His cheeks turned red, but he still gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "A close friend in the sea, the world... um... like neighbors, brothers are like brothers, and women are like clothes. Brothers!"

Bang!

He grabbed Yang Feng's iron claws on his shoulder, and Zheng Feifan was about to cry: I really don't mind you being together, and I sincerely wish you all my blessings, please let go and let me go."

No, you have to listen to my explanation.”

There is no need to explain. I don’t care about this woman, I really don’t care. Brother, please use it casually, don’t worry about my feelings.”

No, things are really not what you think we are innocent."

I don't care if you are innocent. But you should let go quickly. My family is still stewing soup, it's almost done, wuwu... I really don't want to eat stuff that's muddy, wuwuwu..."

Zheng Feifan was so painful that he cried bitterly. He just wanted to escape from the demon, but he was still trying to save face and talked nonsense, refusing to ask for forgiveness.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes helplessly, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

This guy is really strange. How could he rather endure my torture than to be together with three people, and explain the matter well and resolve this misunderstanding?

Alas, I really don’t know if he is strong or stubborn. It seems that he has to work harder.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, and his hand was ready to tighten it. He simply pinched his shoulders and saw if he was still stubborn or not.

But before he could take action, a faint shout suddenly sounded: Feifan, are you back?"

Master?"

father!"

The person who came was an old man in his fifties and sixties, wearing a long blue robe, was energetic, with a beard under his nose, and his temples were a little gray, but he did not look old, but was indescribable.

Seeing him coming, Zheng Feifan and the Linglong girl shouted together.

However, Zheng Feifan's face was a little complicated, but Linglong rushed over with joy and said hurriedly: Dad, Brother Feifan misunderstood me and the cultivator who had just ascended..."

OK, Linglong, needless to say, Dad knows it."

Before she could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand gently, stopped her, and then looked at Zheng Feifan with a calm expression.

When Yang Feng saw that the parents had arrived, he should be able to explain clearly, so he let go of the boy.

This time, the boy did not leave immediately, but sighed lightly, and came to the old man, and bowed deeply: I'm back to see you."

Haven't come back for three months, how are you doing in Wujiabao?"

Well... OK, I'm worried about it if I have time."

Just go, you no longer belong here, so go for your future." Without looking at him, the old man said calmly.

Zheng Feifan's brows trembled again and again, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he didn't say a word. He nodded silently and left calmly.

Seeing this, Linglong hurriedly caught up with him: Brother Feifan, don’t leave, you really misunderstood..."

Linglong, stop!"

With a loud shout, he stopped the girl. The old man sighed softly and said leisurely: Forget him, he and us are no longer the same person."

Well!

His body stagnated, Linglong looked at him for no reason, not understanding, so: Dad, what do you mean? Why is Brother Feifan not the same as us?"

Don't worry about this, so you can save yourself trouble."

Shaking his head, the old man did not go to see her, but turned his eyes to Yang Feng, who looked like a passerby, looked like he had nothing to do with me, and said with a smile: When I came back, I heard that a cultivator from the lower realm who had just ascended to find me, was it you?"

I'm looking for you?"

After blinking his innocent big eyes, Yang Feng's head shook like a rattle: No, no, I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for God, my father-in-law."

I am God, but not your father-in-law, hahaha!"

With a loud laugh, the old man said cheerfully.

After hearing this, Yang Feng was stunned.
Chapter completed!