The mad son-in-law of the city, God of War

Chapter 127 King, You Don't Need to Explain Your Actions to Anyone!

Sima Yang stood up with his sword in his hand, and hummed: "For the sake of being a master of the generation, I don't want to kill you just now, but dare to sign a war letter with me, a life and death war letter!"

Sima Zhantian was full of fighting spirit, but he didn't answer immediately, but turned to look at Ye Feng.

"My lord, allow this subordinate to fight, and cut off the head of this bastard!"

"Sure!" Ye Feng slapped his chopsticks on the table.

"very good!"

Sima Yang smiled, turned his head to look at Mo Xilin, and said loudly: "Go and send a message, please invite the other leaders of the southern border to gather at the school grounds, the instructor wants to invite them to watch a good show!"

In fact, this is Sima Yang's purpose. When he came in, he directly ignored Ye Feng's identity as the King of the Northern Realm, as if he didn't know it at all. It's just ignorance.

And once the two sides sign the letter of war, then this battle will be justifiable!
Next, as long as he defeats or even directly kills the opponent, the situation will be found.

"I'm going to spread the message right now!" Moxilin immediately cupped his hands, and then retreated.

"Since that's the case, my instructor will be waiting for you at the school grounds. I hope you don't want to be such shrinking turtles. Of course, if you don't want to come, this instructor has always been magnanimous, and I will never argue with you again!"

Sima Yang shook his hand, then quickly turned and left.

Ye Feng looked at him with no expression on his face. He didn't pay attention to a little talented swordsman. What made him pay attention to him was the Nanyue Hengshan Sword School behind him.

The Nanyue Hengshan Sword Sect has a long history. Although it declined in the last century, in recent years, driven by the Hengling domain master, the Hengshan Sword Sect has grown stronger and stronger. Many disciples of the sect have entered the army. The reputation in the southern border is not low.

Ye Feng knew very well that once Sima Yang was wiped out, neither the Hengshan Sword Sect nor the Hengling domain master would let it go.

Of course, Ye Feng, the King of the Northern Territory, still didn't really pay attention to these things.

If he wants to move a famous ancient martial arts sect before he breaks through and become a martial king, he may still have some scruples, but now, if the opponent dares to jump out with great fanfare, he will shoot him to death!

"Go, go to the school grounds!" Ye Feng waved his hand, and then went to the south school grounds under the wheelchair pushed by Hong Qingyan.

This guy Moxilin's swordsmanship may not be very good, but his ability to convey words is indeed not weak. In the blink of an eye, the entire southern base camp already knew about it.

Then a pair of soldiers from the southern border headed towards the school grounds one after another, and soon the school grounds, which could accommodate thousands of people at the same time, were already full of people.

When Ye Feng came to the school field paved with soft sand, it was already overcrowded, and the other commanders from the southern border were also present, all of them were on the high platform.

Of course, the King of the Southern Realm didn't show up. In fact, since the retreat five years ago, the King of the Southern Realm rarely showed up outside. Especially in the past two years, he hardly ever went out, so everyone habitually ignored him.

As for the Lord of the Nine Realms, he seldom comes to the southern base camp on a normal basis. He only comes here when there are special or urgent matters, and the rest of the time he stays in his own domain to act as a domineering king.

Ye Feng and his party walked along the rear and then boarded the high platform.

Although at this time, the entire southern base camp already knew that the former king of the northern border had descended on the southern border, but no one had the intention of saluting, and even many people showed a look of arrogance and disdain on their faces.

"Really, he almost can't keep his throne in the north, yet he still wants to come to our south. What is he trying to do? Does he want to make fun of himself?" Soon some people began to discuss.

"That's right, he is already a cripple with a broken leg, and he still wants to come to our southern border to show off his might. Don't say he is a cripple now, even in his heyday, we may not count on them!"

"Shhh...you have to keep your voice down, I heard that our third leader was killed on the spot by the so-called King of the North because of his disrespect in the afternoon!"

"Hmph... what are you afraid of? Could it be that this wheelchair-bound king of the north dared to kill all of our soldiers in the south? He's not yet so courageous. Now we're the number one swordsman in the south. Just wait. When his subordinates are defeated, he must get out of our southern border in a desperate manner!"

"That's right, a king who has a broken leg and is about to be abolished is not worthy of our respect at all. He must be let out of the southern border later!"

Ye Feng naturally listened to the discussions in the school field below, but he was too lazy to care. He never looked at anyone's color when he was the king of the Northern Realm, and he would never explain to anyone.

Sima Yang was very proud, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched. If he wins today's battle, not only will he be able to get his junior brother back, but he will also be able to show his face for a while. Then his reputation in the southern border will naturally increase again. will be greatly improved.

"See that everyone is almost here, let's start over there!"

Sima Yang immediately took three steps forward, and then slightly signaled to an old man beside him.

The old man understood, picked up an agreement on the desk, and said loudly: "Although the two parties agree to compete, the sword has no eyes. This is a life and death contract. Once signed, life and death are at your own risk!"

Sima Yang immediately waved at Sima Zhantian and said, "Please!"

Without saying a word, Sima Zhantian dragged his tall body and walked over quickly, then quickly signed his name and stamped his handprint on it, and Sima Yang followed suit.

"That's it, the competition begins, let's go to the ring!" After the old man finished speaking, he quickly stepped aside.

"I heard that you are from the northern border, right? I hope that the coach will not be too disappointed in the future. Otherwise, if this matter is reported to the southern border, I am afraid that those old banner owners in the southern border will not be able to hold their faces!"

Sima Yang laughed loudly, and with a light tap on his feet, he flew up and reached the ring in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Without saying a word, Sima Zhantian rushed over.

Ye Feng's face remained calm all the time. With his eyes open, he could clearly see that this Sima Yang had only just stepped into the realm of the Great Master of Energy Transformation, and even the energy in his body hadn't reached the level of perfection.

The more important point is that the opponent is the chief coach, who has only been teaching all the year round, and has never been on the battlefield at all. Such a person cannot be compared with Sima Zhantian, a veteran general like Sima Zhantian.

What's more, Sima Zhantian himself is a profound Huajin master, and his Qijin has already reached perfection!
"Three strokes, I only need three strokes, and I can cut off your dog's head!" Sima Zhantian held a big knife in his hand, and his whole body was full of evil spirits.

"An ignorant lunatic, you dare to make such a big deal in front of me, it's simply reckless!" Sima Yang flicked his wrist, and the green sword in his hand immediately blossomed into sword flowers.

"Should die!" Sima Zhantian raised his sword and rushed out like a tiger.

(End of this chapter)